[Therider]

Coolshaymin PSYCH  TheSpatialWeeg

Night.

The time of day where normal men begin to fear, and fiends of all shapes and sizes begin to emerge. This is how the world has been, even from the time before Li had taken heroes and monster. Day was ruled by humanity, and night was conquered by beast and monster. And yet, there are those among the dwellers of the day who cannot stand to see the fiends of the night destroy and rampage. Thus they become the hunters, and strike fear into the hearts of the undead and send the creatures of the night home in shivering wrecks. Then the fiends would rally, and the cycle would continue...

Richter pondered over this endless circle of fighting fiends and then fighting stronger fiends. The man had been fighting Dracula and his remnants for most of his life at this point, and even now, he goes out to fight fiends to protect his new home. Would there be an end? Could there even BE an end to all of this? The last time Richter was seemingly content. Shaft had used his rising desire to defend and protect against him. And in this world, the infected were sometimes no better than undead zombies...

Even if the cycle could be broken, as he had heard from one Soma Cruz, there would still be darkness in men, and therefore beasts of darkness to contend with.

Fortunately, there were those prepared. And those who would learn to be prepared.

And so Richter waited, by the entrance to the long-forsaken catacombs of a kingdom lost to time. He hap promised Rhyme he would begin to teach her the skill of vampire and fiend hunting, and Roll's... unique situation had prompted her to come as well. The man did not know the strength of the monsters in the catacombs save for the rumor of the beast that dwelled at the core, but each of the others had a chance now to prove their skill. 

RIchter Belmont 0/150% Shield:50%/50% Status: Waiting...

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rhyme usually loved nighttime.

There was something about the darkened blue sky, alongside a glowing moon and stars twinkling in the distance that she just...loved. It...soothed her. That being said, Li's night sky was...nothing of the sort. In fact, it...kind of made her uneasy.  Must be the fact that she was back in a life-or-death situation, or the fact that this is the first time she actually did some fighting on this planet. It's...probably that.

"(I wonder...is there any way to bring back the normal night sky...?)" Rhyme wondered to herself, placing her hands on the pockets on her white shorts. "(Or...is this something that can't be done...? Does it go away if we somehow drive away this virus?)" "...Easy there, Rhyme. Good things come to those who wait." the psych girl spoke to herself. "For now, let's focus on the training!"

As she continued walking, she noticed Richter standing in front at the catacombs' entrance. Rhyme picked up the pace (slightly, just so she wouldn't alarm the vampire hunter. He did seem to be deep in thought) and waved at the Belmont. "Hey, Richter! I'm here!" She called, closing the distance between them. "Did I keep you waiting long? I had to make sure I was well and truly set up before venturing." she commented, glancing around, taking in the sight of the catacombs and realizing she was the second arrival. Now they just needed to wait for Roll and...Pandora.

...OK, Rhyme wouldn't lie to herself, she...didn't really trust that gal. Something about her just set off dozens of red flags into her head. But still, she wouldn't bring this matter up. Not now. She needed to observe first, after all.

[Coolshaymin]

The robot girl made her way to the catacombs of the crater. Thankfully it wasn't that far from the Life Sphere so it was a good spot to train. She looked to the small ghost like fairy behind her... Sara, a Cyber Elf created by the Copy Vampire Killer to supply the Holy Attribute to the weapon. It was a thing that the normal eye could not see, a thing mostly Reploids picked up, which though Roll was not one inheritantly, maybe it was a result of Ciel upgrading her to be more like one... Well, it did not matter much, she was intent on keeping Sara from disappearing and to make sure of that, she had to make sure the whip was mastered. She had no intent on discarding the chip, not when someone could perish for it.

Her outfit was her dress and hoodie, however her red was replaced by blue, her white with grey and her ribbon with white, the outfit clearly made to resemble Richter's attire to match the chain whip on her. She has finished up the stuff she needed to before leaving and hurried down to the area Richter wanted to inspect with Rhyme to train them in Vampire Hunting, which, given stories on Vampires, it... would probably be a fairly good skill to have. Especially if that one shows up at the lodge again to torment people... The night was pretty grim, the skies reminding her this world was not in a good state. Though part of her wonders if it ever was. There was so much they did not know about this world or the starvia still despite their research....

"Hey Richter! I'm here! Hey Rhyme!" Roll greeted, glad she made it on time. "I-... Want to try using Sara a bit if that's okay, Richter? I promise I will stop if I feel like her or the whip are reacting badly," Roll requested, the cyber elf nodding a bit though no one could see or hear her except Roll... One could question if she was really there but would Roll really be so adamant or lie if she wasn't real? Still, if Richter wanted her to refrain she would but-"I think it'll be good if I let her get used to me I guess," the robot added.

Still, there was one person not accounted for according to the record... Well two she guesses. A woman and her dog or something. They seemed a bit questionable but Roll was not planning to call them out on the matter. If they genuninely want to help, it's fine. As long as she doesn't get in the way of her and Rhyme's training, she won't need to show why she was Mega's Sister. "So, any details on what exactly we are here to hunt anyway? I know it's supposed to be really strong but kind of hard to make preparations around their strength. Has anyone actually seen the thing dwelling here that we need to watch out for?" Roll asked, her eyes looking around, scanning the environment a bit just to make sure nothing was creeping up on them. She was trying to be vigilant at least.

roll Light (Richter Copy Weapon, Vampire Hunter) HP: 130 Shield HP:40 Status: Normal

[PSYCH]

Pandora danced through the night air, invisible to the naked eye and unshackled from the limitations of the physical plane. The chaotic mass of raw magic that made up her true shape seethed and rolled as a tangle of wild eyes, cackling fanged mouths and unnatural blue flames. In truth (or at least, the truth as her insane mind believed it to be at this moment) she loved this new planet Li that they had all appeared on together - it was a place forged from one cataclysmic event that seemed to trigger off further disasters in a great chain reaction and as the Goddess of Calamity, Pandora reveled in the aftermath of such destruction. Li felt like a second home, or at least a new playground to enjoy until it went up in flames... and even then she could still dance in the ashes. 

No obstacle could withstand her current trajectory towards the crater's catacombs: she could hop through solid earth and reappear at a distance; she could fan herself as wide as she could and sweep through the forest passing trees as if they were nothing but air. With her enchantments in place, the predators of the night could not see her as she passed, so the journey from Life Sphere seemed short indeed and this was a treasured moment when she could enjoy the release of being herself before she had to revert back into that simulacrum of her old body once again, just to play nice with the mortals. And for what? To give the dog something to sharpen its teeth on?

How could Medusa think this work was befitting of someone of her rank in the divine hierarchy? Sure, she may be considered a lesser god in the grand scale of things compared to the Ladies of Light and Darkness but she deserved better than this! She hated being shackled to Medusa, or to anything or anyone for that matter, but what could she do? She owed her life to the that frosty snake-headed tyrant for resurrecting her - she would have to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to reveal itself. Perhaps one day she would be free to claim this new, terrible world as her own. A beautiful dream for another time... for now, she had a mission to tackle. She retook a shape that the humans would find more appealing.

A scantily clad enchantress of great beauty stalked cat-like out of the dark of the night at the entrance to the catacombs. Long, silky locks of brilliant blue hair were bound up a gold halo-like circlet above her head and tumbled down to the back of her thighs. She tossed her hair with the practiced grace of someone who was used to getting attention.

"So, the gang's all here safe and sound," Pandora purred stepping past the ladies to make a beeline straight for the vampire hunter who was leading this quest, "I'm looking forward to taking this hunting lesson with you... Mr Belmont." She gave Richter an encouraging bright smile of pearly whites.

Amazon Pandora (Pretty Puppet form)
HP: 150
Shield Threshold: 50%
Status: Normal (WIS and CHA switched)

[Therider]

The sound of one approaching brought Richter out of his head, and he turned to see his first apprentice arriving safe and sound. Rhyme, for accounts and purposes, was a friend and ally not only to the hunter, but to Isonus and the others. He understood her worries being alone, in a strange world and without anyone she knew, and Richter was determined to make sure Rhyme was taken care of, and her skills growing stronger.

"Hail, Rhyme! Your arrival is most prompt and much appreciated. Did Roll come with you, or is she still travelling?" Richter's face, while seeming serious and solemn, hides a voice filled with affection and appreciation. Rhyme valued her commitment to come, and to his credit, she was still committed to learn, even after the time between their promise and now. Certainly, Richter did not plan to become a lazy and lame teacher, crippling his student with his lack of educating. "Nay, I came earlier to assess the land, see if any problems were to arise before you or Roll were to arrive."

And speaking of the robotic girl, Roll came not a few minutes later.

Richter did not always appreciate Roll and her skill; her "acquisition" of the Vampire Killer "chip" she nearly led to confrontation on the (admittedly not completely cool-headed) attempt to destroy the copy in fear of corruption. However, the fact the "Cyber Elf" inhabiting this copy called herself "Sara", and Roll's desire to join and learn to control this power... Well, how could Richter refuse a second pupil? The more who desire to fight the night, the better.

"Ah, Roll! We were just discussing if you were close behind. I must say, I fear I did not mean to wear a similar set of clothes as you."

Listening to the small girl's request, Richter's face was grim, but never angry. It appeared to both Rhyme and Roll that perhaps Richter was taking this request as seriously as most things he would ever consider. "...Considering the close eye I have planned to keep on both of you, I cannot think of a reason to forbid you from using it. However, we must stay close together, and do not wander without me nearby. Seeing how it reacts to undead will be a first test. When our last hunter arrives, I'll explain what it is I was told to find."

And then there was Pandora. A literal mystery to him. Supposedly she was bringing a hound known as Twinbellows, which implies the dog was no ordinary Bloodhound. And her name... Who was this odd woman, and why was she taking care of some Medusa's fiend?It seemed to not make sense at first, but Richter would keep a closer eye on this woman when she arrived.

Ooooooooh, boy did she arrive.

Richter was not one to fawn over pretty women; succubi were fiends who used this as a weakness and caught distracted prey. Pandora's human form was... well, no words could describe it but beautiful or even near divine. If she was a fiend of the Underworld, then she focused on the aspect of emotional and physical love. And her confidence was evident in the way she carried herself. Sadly, well, sadly for Pandora, Richter was not distracted or prone to his eyes wandering. His eyes were focused intently on meeting hers. Distrust was evident in his stare.

"So, you are Lady Pandora. The pleasure is mine." Richter bowed slightly. "I do not see the hound you were to take on a walk... But then again, considering who I assume your mistress is, Twinbellows might be joining us shortly. I am not sure you know the others in our group, but it will make our journey less awkward. This is Rhyme, and this is Roll Light. Both are in training to learn more about vampire hunting, but today I've felt that our skills are needed in these catacombs."

Richter, gathering the other together, placed a hand on his side. "I've been keeping an ear to the ground on who or what has been menacing the Life Sphere in the monstrous variety, and supposedly, the bones of old Hyrule have been cursed to rise in these catacombs and wander out to terrorize and build fear. Those whom I've spoken with speak of normally small groups, but in recent nights the numbers have risen to raiding hordes surrounding the catacombs. It could be old magics reacting... or someone using old magics within the ruins."

Richter pulled a small, extremely old, leather-bound journal from his satchel. Opening gingerly to a specific page, Richter showed an drawing of skeletons being formed by a shadowy figure. "My ancestor, Trevor Belmont, wrote in this journal of 'Devil Forgemasters', those with the power to create fiends and monsters of any kind. My suspicion is that the monsters being raised here are being manipulated by one of these Forgemasters and thus why they've been increasing their strength recently. Our goal is to reach the central chambers, see if a Forgemaster has been here, and, if possible, capture and eliminate them."

Closing the book and returning it safely to his satchel, Richter glanced at each member of his group. "Skeletons formed from Hylian bones are commonly known as "Stalchildren" or "Stalfos". Like most undead, they fear holy weapons and magic, and while they normally form back together when shattered, the bones wither away in the presence of sacred or blessed weaponry. Roll and Rhyme, I'll ask you move behind me when we enter. Stay close together and support each other when we find ourselves in the thick of battle. Lady Pandora, I do not know if both you and your hound can fight together, but it would be wise for you to take the rearguard. Make sure nothing can surprise us and ensure that our back flank is secure. Once we find and eliminate our first small horde, I'll be able to see each of your skills and better assess where we can adjust our formation."

Turning again to the entrance of the caverns, Richter grabbed his whip. "Any questions can be answered when we enter the tomb. Let us enter."

However, Richter stopped, and turned to Pandora. "Ah, yes, Lady Pandora? One final note; If you endanger the lives of either of my two charges, You will become a enemy and I will not hesitate to cut you down. I have no time for the trickery or manipulation of your Mistress, and I will trust you as far as you allow us to trust you... And I sincerely hope you prove you're trustworthy. Heaven know we need more divine allies in our struggle."

And, with that, Richter turned again, and entered into the catacombs.

---

High above the entrance to the catacombs, beyond sight of any below, a sinister figure laughed lightly before fading away...

"So, the rumors ARE true... Richter Belmont walks on the soils of Li..."

Alright everyone! Thank you for posting; I'm super excited, because guess what? The mission is about to begin! Take one more round to react to instructions, entering the tomb and whatnot, and let's see if tonight is a terrible night to check a catacomb...

RIchter Belmont 0/150% Shield:50%/50% Status: Taking the lead

[TheSpatialWeeg]

"No, not really. We did meet with each other at some point in the Life Sphere, but we went our separate ways later, so...yeah, just me for now. Roll doesn't strike me as the type of person to be late though, so she should come up soon!" Rhyme replied. She fiddled over her Onikiri pin for a bit as Richter spoke. "A recon's always nice! You can never be too careful, can you?" she spoke, beaming at the vampire hunter.

Oh, and there's the aforementioned Robot Master! "Yo, Roll! Nice seeing you again. Ready to go hunt some creatures of the night?" she asked the other, still beaming. Her talk about attempting to use Sara caught her attention, though. She wanted to...use the Vampire Killer? But wouldn't that mean she would...? The girl of psychs decided to banish that thought for the current timeframe. Maybe there was a conversation she missed or didn't remember...? Well, whatever the case, she held out faith that everything would work out...

....and that her little gnawing paranoia was only misjudgment on her part.

Pandora's arrival was largely prosaic, with Rhyme only uttering a "Pleased to meet you." once Richter introduced her. After the whole group was there and accounted for, Richter began to explain in full detail what was their objective for this mission. Rhyme listened to the whole thing in full, nodding at certain points to convey that she was indeed listening and noting key concepts and phrases in her cellphone. As she typed along, Rhyme caught ear of the formation: Richter was to be at the frontline, both her and Roll close behind him and at each other, while Pandora was going to be on the rearguard. (Makes sense.) Rhyme thought to herself. (Richter is the most experienced between the three of us, and while I can't say much for Pandora, the fact that she came from the Underworld has to account for something...)

Before the group could move in though, the Belmont turned to Pandora and let out a warning. Rhyme would refrain to comment on the matter, but inwardly, she was definitely relieved to know that Richter was also keeping an eye out for the mysterious amazon. As he moved in the catacombs, Rhyme would recheck her pin deck. "Let's see...Onikiri, Mikazuki..." she mumbled over most of the names... "...Yep! All set!" she said. Afterwards, she took a moment to take a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever would come next, and followed Richter inside.

---

Rhyme

130/130 HP

[Coolshaymin]

"It's alright, Richter. This color scheme is based off yours. It's part of the Copy Weapon System," Roll explained for a moment before returning to listening. "Thank you, Richter, I will make sure to report any reaction from Sara as well..." Roll assured, looking to her side... Where the Cyber Elf apparently was. "I am never too busy for cleanup, Rhyme. Especially when that cleanup is troublesome monsters," Roll raised her arm inwards with a wink at her joke. Aside from that cheerful way of putting it, she was still taking this seriously.

And then came the third ally to their cause in training...You'd think an... admittedly beautiful amazon like that wouldn't need training... Still, Richter and Rhyme did not trust her and Roll has been around enough deceit to become aware that you should be cautious of people at times... "Roll Light, nice to meet you," the robot girl said simply before making sure she brought all her supplies... Refilling bucket? Check. Broom Mop? Check. Arm Cannon Vacumn? Double Check. Vampire Killer Copy, already checked. "... So something is making Stalfos rise? Well that might be a problem if someone is pulling the strings... Alright, I've got Rhyme's back. All my equipment is ready to go when you are, Richter," Roll nodded, stepping close to Rhyme, they were fellow.. inexperienced? Not really the right word but they might be seen needing this more than the amazon. Still, she held her mop broom ready in one hand with the False Vampire Killer at her waist and a fairy of a girl invisible to most at her side.

Roll Light (Richter Copy Weapon, Vampire Killer, Blue and Grey scheme)

HP: 130

Shield HP:40

Status: Normal

[PSYCH]

Pandora giggled indulgently at mortal ignorance. "The hound is with us right now, Belmont. He waits in a place unseen under my command - when the time is right, I'll take him off his leash." As she was introduced to Roll and Rhyme, the young women greeted her politely. "Charmed, I'm sure, ladies," was her short reply right back at them. 

As Richter briefed the party, Pandora's interest in the mission rapidly increased; perhaps this wouldn't be such a dog walk in the park after all. Her mistress was no stranger to necromancy, of course, but this new world was strangely lacking in corpses with which to forge a new Underworld Army so if these Devil Forgemasters had knowledge or resources that they could be persuaded to share... She wondered at the possibilities of Medusa's favor as Richter began to lead the group towards the entrance of the catacombs.


"Hmm, I think I'll stick around for now," Pandora confirmed to Richter as she conjured an impossibly thin longsword - just as prettily built as she was - from one of her many magical hiding places, "Sounds like you'll have need of my magic and holy weaponry. Besides, the hound won't understand tactical formations - he would just see the rearguard as vulnerable backsides presented for his lunch." Pandora laughed to herself at the idea of Twinbellows being trusted to secure the back flank when Richter turned around and gave her some final harsh words of warning which cut her laughter short. Pandora rolled her eyes, and held her hands up in faux-innocence in spite of the fact that one of them still held a blade.   


"I will endanger their lives no more than you have by bringing them here in the first place, vampire hunter." She left the tension hanging deliciously in the air as they entered. If the trainees should meet their end down in the catacombs, the consequences would be on his head, regardless of her actions. From the back of the group, Pandora admired her reflection in her polished blade and wondered if the legendary Belmont resolve was steely enough to keep that idea from consuming Richter, body and soul.

Amazon Pandora (Pretty Puppet form)
HP: 150
Shield Threshold: 50%
Status: Normal (WIS and CHA switched)

[Therider]

Pandora could not see the scowl forming on Richter's face as he entered into the catacombs, but the vampire hunter was not pleased. Her confidence was infuriating, and he sincerely hoped she would not become a nuisance or threat to the others. The two girls were under his protection, and on his honor as a hunter, he would not fail them. Both Rhyme and Roll seemed eager to enter into the catacombs and defeat these Stalfos, but Richter knew they still needed to be on their guard.  After all...

It would be a terrible night to have a curse...

---

The catacombs were dark, with an eerie dripping echoing from several distant hallways. The tunnels themselves were not tight, but close enough to make anyone used to wide spaces uneasy. Along the walls they passed were drawings of ancient Hyrulian battles, massive Guardians fighting dark entities and a man in green with three triangles on the back of his right hand, saving them all. Richter knew little of the Kingdom of Hyrule, but these tales seemed to speak of their monster hunting legacy. For what it was worth, Richter was impressed; Hyrule had a history with darkness as their foe.

The only light came by torches Richter lit along the way. While it let their enemies know their presence, Richter mentioned the added visibility for those who cannot see in the dark was a tremendous boon. Besides, he was not one to always hide and ambush his foes. After all, Castlevania was a lit castle; surely these monsters wouldn't act too differently responding to light. Carrying a torch, Richter ventured ahead carefully, keeping his eye down different paths, and odd turns, to be aware of any ambush that may occur. Stopping to check a patch of ground, Richter motioned to Roll and Rhyme, and brought them forward to see what he was examining. 

"Look at this...  scattered bones. Not enough to form a small Stalfos, but watch." Waiting a moment, the trio watched as the bones tried to form together, but fell apart, a dark energy attempting to hold the skeleton together. Richter, pulling a vial of Holy Water, poured the liquid over the bones, and they shivered before sparking into flame, eventually fading into nothingness. No traditional Zelda-"poof". Just... nothing."...From my readings, Stalfos normally disperse into clouds of dark Hylian magics. However, this one exuded the aura before the bones were even formed... Similar to the Innocent Devils, the creations of the Devil Forgemasters. Be on your guard."

As soon as Richter stood, however, the rustling of bones began to be heard. Forming from several side tunnels, small skeletal creatures began to fill the Catacombs, continuing to ooze with the dark magics Roll and Rhyme just witness. However, while the eight Stalchildren clattered and began to rush, a newer, more fleshed corpse began to walk towards the party as well. Covered in bandages, this Gibdo hefted a bandage covered sword as well, then dropped it and dragged it behind him as these monsters began to swarm the group. However, Richter and the others were prepared; bones don't rustle quietly.

Combat begins! The skeletons still need time to approach the part, having used their turn to form and ambush you; the Gibdo is quite slow as well. Use this turn wisely!

Stalchildren x8	HP: ? ? ?
Gibdo x1	HP: ? ? ?

Richter Belmont HP:150/150 Shield:50/50 Status:Defending the Girls Cooldown:0

[TheSpatialWeeg]

"..."

Well, it seemed like Pandora could care less about gaining the trust of her allies. She feared that this team-up wouldn't last for long, and she'd eventually have to fight her. She fought against Noise and the odd Reaper, but Underworld agents? That was quite the leap, and some gaps are not meant to be jumped across...at least, not yet. She continued to follow Richter inside, now accompanied by Roll.

As they continued inside the catacombs, Rhyme couldn't help but scoot closer to the robot and the vampire hunter. The catacombs...unnerved her, for some reason currently unknown to her. Maybe it was the cold air? The foreboding pitch black darkness peeking at every possible corner? The strangely oppressive atmosphere it had, no matter how many torches Richter lit? Pandora? Well, whatever the case, the blonde tried to look...not that bothered by the place.

During the walk, she ended up holding onto Roll’s hand. Maybe it was an attempt at being comforted, brought on by muscle memory - she did this without thinking - but regardless, she held on the Robot Master's hand...for an increasingly decent amount of time before she ended up noticing and breaking the hold on the other. “Sorry. Bit of a bad habit.” she ended up saying, her cheeks getting ever so slightly red out of embarrassment.

As they reached another area, the crew would stop for a round of Richter's teachings. After witnessing the Holy Water purify the rattling bones, Rhyme raised a hand. “Richter, sir, question! Do the Devil Summoner's variation of the monsters tend to be more powerful or resilient than the ones formed by Hylian magic?” she questioned... before hearing shuffling from deeper within.

The Hylian skeletons (plus a heavily bandaged zombie) were... slowly making their way towards the group. “...I could get down with a more hands-on answer.” Rhyme said mostly to herself, cracking her knuckles. Okay, these monsters are taking their sweet time to get here. Maybe I can capitalize on that...fortune favors the bold!

“Quick! Let’s take advantage of their slow movement while we still can! Onikiri!” Rhyme would then rush towards the horde of Hylian monsters, swiping her hand horizontally thrice as if it was theoretically a sword… but whatever slashes she'd manage to get on them were very much a real thing.

360oyXSgp_1d20+2 (Onikiri. AoE, 7%)
p_1d20+2 (^)
p_1d20+2 (^)

Backdashing away from the horde of Stalchildren as quickly as she could, she focused her next effort on the Gibdo. “Mikazuki!” she suddenly called, her hand being enveloped in a bright yellow aura, taking shape akin to a lance tip. She quickly attempted to strike the bandaged monster before falling back.

p_1d20+2 (Mikazuki @ Gibdo. 15% damage, shield bypass fail)

---

Rhyme 130 HP

1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+2

[Coolshaymin]

The Catacombs were certainly dark, having little ways to light the underground apparently. Fortunately her eyes glowed a bit as she was not human and well... Was designed as a a house cleaning bot she can see dark places fairly well. She looked over the murals on the walls, detailing a hero of legend and what seemed to be a war between good and evil or some sort. She could not really tell but the boy certainly seemed to be the focus. Hero maybe? While pondering she barely registered her hand returning Rhyme's subconscious reach for comfort. It was light since well, being metal she did not need to grip hard but she looked back to Rhyme and removed her hand as well as she noticed.... Well, there was certainly some new developments here... For Roll at least.

"Oh, don't worry about it. If you need the comfort I am perfectly fine with it," Roll insisted before looking to their monster hunter mentor. "... So they are formed from a foreign form of magic than usual then? That definitely means something is up," Roll commented as well. "I guess we'll need to find out after greeting our hosts," Roll began as she brought out her broom for the moment until noticing Rhyme rush forward... Well, she should probably give some ranged support to cover her. "Right after you!" She called, raising her other arm as she moved forward, charging a shot with a whirring sound before firing  a blast with a jump to hit the Gibdo but aiming to hit over Rhyme.

i4J|UjUlp_1d20+2(Charged Roll Buster on Gibdo, 28%)

The girl then brought forth a Cyber Elf as she rushed with her broom to the Stalfos. While initially it might seem foolish to tackle that many with a broom she decided to combine one of her mom's abilities with her own. Her dress turning pink she jumped into the air and through an unseen force the broom was enhanced with a strong power as she collided with the ground her broom caused an explosion to rattle the bones of all the Stalfos in a hazardous attack as she ended up falling onto her back a foot or two away from the impact and blast. "Ow, I misjudged the force of the Hacker Elf..." Roll lamented as she pushed herself up, hopefully scattering or destroying the Stalchilds in her effort.

p_1d20+4(Hacker Cyber Elf "Kynite" Beatdown, deals 30% damage, an attempt at AoEing the Stalchildern)

Roll Light HP: 130 Shield HP: 40 Status: Well Cleaned (+1 to DEX and STR Mods while clean) Cooldowns: Kynite (3)

1d20+2·1d20+4

[cynda1]

The hedgehog blinked his red eyes open, his sight being met with darkness. This was... strange to say the least. When he felt this sudden urgency, he didn't expect to be transported to... a cave? Underground? the hedgehog really couldn't tell just by looking. Heck, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Whatever the case, he could tell that something was wrong, and that he was at the right place. Now, it was just a matter of finding the source of the urgency. The hedgehog peered over his shoulder toward... a flame? Was someone holding a source of light? But... that meant someone was there.

The hedgehog followed the source of light, not really bothered by the tight space since he was already quite small to begin with. When he reached his destination, he was surprised to see that the one who was holding the torch was Richter Belmont. With him were Rhyme and Roll, and it appeared as though they were attacking something. It couldn't have been unprovoked, no way. That wasn't Richter's way, nor was it something he could envision the two girls doing. They were under attack, no doubt, and these forming skeletons were behind it.

The hedgehog glared at the skeletons before jumping into the air and launching three Chaos Spears at three of the skeletons, hoping that if they didn't make their mark, it'd at least get their attention. "Chaos.... Spear!"

yVXA|eUYp_1d20+1 (Shadow used Chaos Spear! His WIS stat allows for a +1 in his roll. If the attack made contact, it would cause 3% of damage upon impact. Shadow will utilize the Spear Pulled technique for 4 turns in which each spear Shadow pulls will cause an additional 5% of damage. In order to avoid the Spear Pulled affect, the enemy must make a CON roll. This attack will have a Cool Down of 2 turns if successful.)
p_1d20+1 (Again.)
p_1d20+1 (Again.)

After possibly making his presence known, Shadow landed behind the group, his quills bouncing as he landed, knelt on one knee. The hedgehog then brought himself back up to hie feet, balling his fists and taking a step back. "Back up everyone!" Shadow warned the group, giving the three a chance to stand aside before launching himself forward, creating a boom that was a sign that he'd broken the sound barrier. Shadow used his Dash attack at one of the Skeletons!

p_1d20+3 (Shadow used his Dash attack! His DEX allows for a +3 in his roll! This devastating attack allows Shadow to cause 15% of damage to the foe, and if the attack hits, the foes next dodge roll will be lowered by 2. However, if the attack misses, Shadow's next dodge roll will be lowered by 2.)

Regardless of the outcome of the attack, the hedgehog would try and peer back to the group and see if they were okay.

---

Shadow
Health: 150/150
Shield: 50/50
Status: Ready to fight!
Cooldowns: None

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+3

[Therider]

The Stalchildren really never knew what hit them.

Literally.

Rhyme's quick thinking allowed her to slash into the entire group of skeleton minions, which a few were knocked backwards by the assault. As the Stalchildren began to pick themselves up, a explosion from Roll caused their bones to break apart once more! This blast knocked two of the bony fiends out of the way of the Chaos Spears lobbed at them, while one was caught in the ribs. This seemed to be the kicker to the Stalchildren, as their bones were scattered across the floors of this catacombs... That is, until one head began bouncing again and within seconds, all the Stalchildren were back on their feet, chattering loudly and anger. (All but the speared one on the floor. Oddly enough, that one burst into light flames and just withered into nothingness the same way as the bones Richter showed to Roll and Rhyme earlier.) It seemed that the efforts of Rhyme and Roll was not exactly enough, and they began to march forward, claw hands threateningly extended.

And then a object flashed by quickly, and each of the Stalchildren burst into bright blue flames, as the Cross Boomerang ripped through each of them, before the ground was covered in burning bones and then... nothing. Not even a single Rupee. Richter caught the Cross on it's way back, and slid it down his side once more. "Careful. you two! I know without a doubt these are no ordinary Stalfos! The Fiends from the Devil Forgemaster require the light of a blessed weapon in order to put them to rest for good; they will not fall to normal convention easily."

JFKzcDXZp_1d20+4 (Richter's Cross at the horde of Stalchildren! Hits multiple foes at one, for 12%, +5% if the enemy(s) is undead!)

Info Gathered:The StalChild hit with the Chaos Spear immediately failed their CON saves! Also of note, is that each Stalchild was reduced to 1%, and was not slain until defeated with a Holy/Light-Elemental attack!

A quick nod of respect to Shadow as Richter viewed the playing field. How did he know to be here...? No matter. With Pandora's sudden disappearance, they were down a man anyhow. The only one left was this bandaged fiend. Richter quickly wrought out his whip and cracked it on the Gibdo, swing around and lashing at the fiend twice. Ha, fiend! You stand before a Belmont and his charges! You shall not last one minute longer!"

p_1d20+4 (Richter's Vampire Killer at the Gibdo! Deals 15%, plus 5% if it hits an undead!)
p_1d20+4 (Richter's Vampire Killer at the Gibdo! Deals 15%, plus 5% if it hits an undead!)

The Gibdo moaned in pain as it was struck with the powerful Pin's stab, the blast from the Mega Buster, and the holy damage coursing through it from the Vampire Killer. But fall apart it did not. Rather it began to move, the sword by it's side making a grating noise as it crossed over cobbled stone. Stepping forward, it swung wildly with his massive blade not caring who it hit, as it shambled close to Rhyme!

Rhyme! Make a dodge roll with a difficulty of 13! Pass or take 15%

Finishing it's swing, it made eye contact with Roll, and a chilling magic worked its way. Roll would start to feel herself freezing up, motors seizing inside her chassis, as the Gibdo's soulless eyes peered into the creation of Dr. Light.

Roll! Make a CON save at difficulty 14! Pass, or become Paralyzed for 1 rounds (or until combat ends!)

Stalchildren x8	HP: 50/50 %
Gibdo x1	HP: 78%/? ? ? %

Richter Belmont HP:150/150 Shield:50/50 Status: Defending CD: Cross (2)

1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+4

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rhyme gave space in order for Roll to open fire, but before she could move in to strike again, a Chaos Spear soared through, and Shadow entered the fray. She turned to attempt to spot a certain amazon and --ok, Pandora was gone. On the upside, she didn’t went out of their way to attack them, and Shadow conveniently showed up to fill in the empty space. There was no time to breathe easy, though, as some of the undead rose back up, looking to fight some more...at least, until they got a Cross thrown at their face. Richter’s warning made Rhyme bite her lip. “...I don’t have any light-based pins in me!” Rhyme replied in mild alarm. That’s when she noticed the sword coming toward her...

f_FmYi3fp_1d20+1 (Gibdo dodge!)

“Oops! A miss as good as a mile.” Rhyme taunted the Gibdo as she weaved gracefully out of harm’s way. With the Stalchildren defeated, all that was left was the bandaged creature. Cracking her fingers, Rhyme advanced towards the monster and channeled Onikiri once more, this time swiping at a more diagonal angle.

p_1d20+2 (Onikiri! AoE, 7%)
p_1d20+2 (^)
p_1d20+2 (^)

As she got ready to follow up with another strike, rather then picking up Unjo, she nabbed...a strange pin from her pocket. “Huh? What’s this one do…again...?” she asked, inspecting the pin now in her hands. It depicted both the moon and the sun in it, both evenly split by the middle of the pin. Despite a bit of reluctance, however, she ended up attempting to channel its psych. Fortune favors the bold, doesn't it...?

p_1d2 (Gekko/Taiyoko pin activated. Taiyoko's effects have been chosen! Rhyme gets 4 points of STR and DEX, loses 2 points of CON and WIS, and her attacks do +5 more damage for 3 turns.)

What she got for trying out the pin was an orange aura circling her body. Strange, she felt a bit more fragile, but...wow, she felt even more powerful and nimble at the same time! The rush of power made her quite giddy to see the extent of this pin’s effects on her! Shifting to pick up the missed pin, a white aura circled her fists as she channeled the pin’s psych. “Unjo!” she cried out before throwing a series of rapid powerful punches at the Gibdo.

p_1d20+4 (Souped-up Unjo at the Gibdo! 18+5 = 23% damage!)

The mysterious pin’s effects even extended to the other pins, it seemed! Unjo wasn’t normally this strong! The oversized shirt girl gasped in awe of her newfound enhanced strength.

---

Rhyme 120 HP Taiyoko [STR & DEX +2, CON & WIS -1, +5 damage dealt](3)

1d20+1·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d2·1d20+4