Chapter 86: 78. Team Noir: Intro to Rush

Jay assessed the situation with seven seconds to spare.

The setting: a confined shed-wide tunnel filled with rocky mounds, slick patches of fissured uneven flooring, hanging flesh vines, and lots of stinky muck piled up in the corners. Nowhere to go but back and forth. Plenty of gaps for monsters to scuttle through and jump out.

The challenge: one hundred Yoroachians. Highly stealthy. Carnivorous as heck. Magic claws with armor shearing power. Magically resistant. Orientated for swarm tactics. Clearly baited the Champions deep into their lair for a trap. Evil. Intelligent. Slipper-proof.

The team: one edgy death girl. One underpowered action hero. One doll-sized fairy. One dying grandpa. And one anime boy. The anime boy kept chuckling like a loon. The team indulged him since he would start things off with a banger. And at the last possible moment, too.

“Triple Bolting-g.”

Jay cast his one spellcraft ritual with two seconds on the clock. Right when the Yoroachians switched from steady jogging to full blitzkrieg. They sprinted across the line where his magic illuminated the patch of the tunnel behind the team. The monsters’ black and brown carapaces absorbed the light rather than reflected it.

This way, the Yoroachians appeared like shadowy patches moving as fast as cheetahs. They moved silently, too. Extremely so. That added to the horror factor as they used all six limbs to crawl across the floor, the ceiling, and both walls. Their shiftiness around tunnel obstacles made aiming harder.

Triple Bolting-g didn’t give a damn about Jay’s aim.

Three marble-sized orbs appeared in front of his palm. The area around him lost gravity, becoming zero-g for a flicker of a moment. The greatest source of gravity became the three orbs that glowed with awesome purple light. Gravity being the weakest fundamental power didn’t seem to register with these densely packed orbs.

Emily gripped a stalagmite to keep from falling toward the [Freak]. Tim held a fleshy vine and the back of Malcolm’s armored vest to do the same. Kleo was perfectly fine as she floated beside her master.

The nearest Yoroachians staggered, lost their claw-holds, and hurtled end-over-end toward Jay. They were quick to recover, though. They slowed their Jay-centric fall by flapping out their silent wings. Reorienting themselves. And catching a vine or mound to stop the descent.

Even if their Poise failed to resist Jay’s manipulation of the environment, they were quite nimble. Maybe even intelligent. Surely, it was a bad idea to keep rushing when a Champion pulled at you.

His raw power caught them unaware.

Lair-based gravity returned when Jay exploded everything in front of him. Like shooting off a giant shotgun loaded with three pellets of explosive power. The Yoroachians that got hit directly ended up totally shredded. Slightly outside of direct impact heavily damaged and impaired the grunts. Anything beyond second-hand damage disorientated most of the first monster wave. Slowing them as debris crashed down, tumbled around, and rained everywhere.

Jay’s magical capacity for destructive gravity-based Spellcraft was no joke.

Lots of debris came flying back in Jay’s direction as the tunnel rumbled and shook. The devastating results came to Jay as more of a feeling since he’d dulled his hearing. Kleo had done the same. Tim as well. Emily and Malcolm might have to heal from the hearing damage depending on how well Malcolm’s ear protection worked and if Emily could dull her hearing decently. But they wouldn’t have to heal from any debris blowback. Jay was more than happy to cover that issue.

“[Sling Assist],” Jay announced calmly through the ruckus.

A purple globe expanded from around him. It filled his patch of the tunnel thoroughly. Every piece of rock, fleshy vine, Yoroachian part, and muck that came flying at Team Noir's back snagged on Jay’s Skill. Then different-sized objects circled him rapidly, forming a debris belt.

While Jay filled the tunnel with roaring thunder and followed through with another anti-Yorochian idea, he noticed Emily leaning on her Conviction heavily. Emotional-g, spatial-g, and meta-g kept track of Team Noir as the enemy streamed in from other angles. 

Jay wanted to keep an eye on Emily as she made some big plays. She’d already invoked her Skill [Mist of Death], after all.

She'd waited for the last possible moment, too. She had to in order to sucker sixty Yoroachians attacking the team’s front. When the monsters committed deep enough, her ghastly mist gushed out of her mouth. It plowed into the first Yoroachians to reach a dozen feet of her.

The tunnel backfired on the Yoroachians. Even if limited, Emily’s ability to manipulate the mist kept it pushing forward. The restricted space packed in as much cold death and red horror as the mist could arrange.

The Yoroachian’s Poise wouldn’t be up to snuff. This Skill checked Conviction. Then it applied direct damage from there, draining Health regardless of Resilience or Poise. But it lost efficiency with every enemy introduced.

Less Yoroachians died at the back compared to the Yoroachians that got hit first. Some fled with their lives. The ones that waffled died from constant death damage. A few pushed forward brazenly with barely any health.

Emily stopped releasing [Mist of Death], black and red vapors curling out from between her lips. The Skill would persist without her until it reached the end of its duration while she went on a moderate cool down. She could focus on the opposition more this way.

The Yorochians that were brave enough–or blessed with higher Conviction–ignored the ice and death-like illness clinging to their forms. They became a lot slower and stiffer, though, but they had unyielding determination.

Emily stepped on that unruly determination like a true mean girl. She raised [Scary Handy Skeletons] halfway out of the rocky floor between her and the lowly grunts. A dozen bony skeletal hands snatched limbs and slammed Yoroachians down.

One lucky Yorochian tripped across the rising skeletal guardians and picked a way around them. A very lucky thing, really.

Some skeletons were bigger than the bones of humans should be. From their empty husks for eye sockets glowed red and murderous orbs that would easily frighten any creature lacking a solid backbone. The skeletons could only use one arm each, however, but that one arm swung with a lot of Strength based on Emily’s Conviction.

The captured Yorochians couldn’t get away, too hurt and too weak to overcome the guarding Skeletons. The one Yoroachian that slipped by staggered close to Emily. It reached up with all four frost-covered claws to seize its prize after such an arduous journey to get to her.

The barrel of a Dwarven Hand Blaster rose to its face, blocking its vision of the cruel high school girl. The basic weapon wouldn’t normally do much damage. But it had three things going for it: a slight scaling with Conviction, the solo Yorochian standing on death’s door, and the Skill [Grave Eye].

A single shot later, the Yorochian twitched and convulsed as it staggered around with half a head. It was dead. But it was Emily’s possessed dead, an effect from [Grave Eye]. That didn’t seem like much until Emily started incanting. She was reaching for a huge power that required the sacrifice of one possessed corpse and a number of barely living creatures. The closer to death, the better.

She didn’t have Brit’s proficiency for incantations. So she needed time to get hers out. The front was mostly guarded with the mist still raised. But the monsters launching attacks from within the team’s formation could be a problem for her. Despite the great and miraculous powers of a [Medium], they still needed time to sing out their incantations.

They needed protection.

To Tim’s credit, he tried to do just that. Even if it wasn’t pretty for him. Far from pretty, really. Tim went about things like a dogged and shirtless action hero with only three tricks. But like a true Junker, he made the most out of a little.

A Yoroachian dove down from the ceiling for a double claw attack at Tim’s head. It had his back, too, and shared the same [Unnoticed Cloaking] like its other sisters. It couldn’t account for the mere shadow it cast on the wall from all the magic lights shining around.

Tim pivoted around, his feet sliding across the slick mucky floor just fine. He stopped on a dime to avoid a crag near his foot, taking the falling Yoroachian’s flank. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The sound of Tim’s fists on the Yorochian’s face was like chewing cereal. His punches broke carapace and bruised flesh.

The Yoroachian stumbled in a daze, slow to recover. If Tim kept attacking, he could probably finish it. Good instincts kept a rein on Tim’s aggression. The dogged [Fighter] swiveled his head around to look over his shoulder. He narrowly saw two Yorochians jumping him from behind. A different Yoroachian stalked Malcolm’s mucky spot in between two stalagmites covered in vines.

[Swift and Slick] saved Tim from losing his neck as he ducked from a claw strike. The double-named Skill lived up to its calling again when Tim had to Matrix his way past two Yorochians. He stayed just fast enough, just slippery enough, to spare himself mere millimeters from total disaster. Then he got past the ambushing duo and sucker-punched the Yoroachian reaching for Malcolm.

[Renewed Breath] replenished the Stamina Tim burned through so fast he might as well be a forest fire. That one literal and magically deep inhale wiped away his exhaustion and kept him flowing to the next problem. He grabbed the old problem–the sucker-punched Yoroachian–by the back of its neck and ran full tilt toward Emily. Six new Yoroachians prowled tower her back. A quick count put Tim’s Yoroachian problems at ten grunts altogether. He hurled the one he had by the neck at the ambushers nearing Emily. That didn’t amount to much. The thrown Yorochian flapped its wings and righted itself in front of its fellow grunts.

But it stopped the ambush and smoothly transitioned Tim into a hold-the-line gambit. He started off with a flying punch that decked the same Yoroachian he’d thrown in the first place.

It became an insanely desperate melee from there.

Tim squared up against multiple Yoroachians, some he’d already struck, some who hadn’t tasted his punches yet. But none of his initial hits had done enough damage to heavily impair any Yoroachian. That encouraged them to stick and fight, lunging, slashing, flapping into the air, and kicking down at him even. Throwing a barrage of attacks when only one or two solid hits would spell doom for Tim.

And every time Tim pushed [Swift and Slick] to keep him scant moments from total disaster. Every time he used up Stamina like a shopaholic used up money. Tim used and abused [Renewed Breath]. And he used and abused [Renewed Breath] again. And again. And again, and again. He poured Mana down a giant drain to keep his Stamina going. To keep himself in the fight against stronger monsters with greater numbers. All while he was severely under-leveled and outmatched. Even the x6/x3 Plot Armor he wore seemed lacking.

Until Tim and the monsters reached sudden equilibrium. Then the fight tilted in Tim’s favor ever so slightly, a shocking result for the Yoroachians. They had every advantage. But the [Fighter] stripped them of those advantages gradually as Tim laid his spiked knuckles on mandibles, shelled chins, soft necks, and insectoid eyes. His punches kept coming out like he was a machine gun. A blur of uppercuts, hooks, straights, and overhand haymakers. Then one Yoroachian fell dead. A second and third followed after it. The fourth, fifth, and sixth dropped to Tim’s feet.

Tim stopped holding the line

Tim started snowballing.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth tried to run, but they could barely move. They might’ve just realized the big issue with fighting Tim. The [Fighter’s] Stamina was endless. His Mana was endless. His plot armored resolve was endless.

Gloves of the Last Breath stole away Stamina with every punch landed on an enemy and turned it into Mana for the wearer. Then Tim turned around and burned up that Mana with [Renewed Breath] for more Stamina. That Stamina got exhausted within a few moments to push [Swift and Slick] so hard Jay wondered if the Skill would break. Because Tim was doing everything to counter the Yoroachians as they mobbed him while he defended Emily’s back. They didn’t land any good hits because of [Swift and Slick]. And Tim kept triggering Gloves of the Last Breath’s power.

Tim was the mythical perpetual motion machine–or a Jojo character. But he barely made a sound other than inhaling deeply for more Stamina. No ORA-ORA-ORA! Only the consistent CRUNCH, CRACK, SQUISH of his fists hitting their marks like a full auto marksman. And that was before the Yorochians ran away from him, triggering [Dog Boon]’s aggressive tendencies.

Tim stopped snowballing.

Tim started molly whopping.

More Yoroachians tried to jump out from the cracks in the walls and ceilings. They tried to intervene. They got smacked so fast they didn’t settle on their feet without already suffering a daze. A combination of runners trying to flee from Tim, [Swift and Slick], and perpetual Stamina skewed everything in Tim’s favor even more.

The Yoroachians’ outflanking ambush completely broke down. Pandemonium spread. Runners kept boosting Tim as he punched them so fast the monsters couldn’t afford the time to scream before Gloves of the Last Breath stole the air out of their lungs. Then Tim stopped them from ever breathing again.

As badass as Tim’s progress in the fight had become, he was still too weak to kill Yoroachians efficiently. He couldn’t defend both Emily and Malcolm while trying to keep himself alive by the skin of his teeth. His Plot Armor had to be centered on his Conviction or whatever because that was an insane amount of resolve to have at his level.

Jay couldn’t tell if he’d be able to pull that off if he was in Tim’s position. The Haunted Siren challenge was a different circumstance completely.

Thankfully, the [Freak’s] multi-talented sixth sense could live through Tim’s experience vicariously. Jay and Kleo helped the [Fighter] out in little ways. A [Gravity Grasp] on a fleshy vine to trip Yoroachians here and there did the trick most of the time. That was Kleo’s light touch since they didn’t want to interfere with Tim going above and beyond.

When Malcolm became fully endangered by the ambushing Yoroachians, and Tim was obviously unable to help, Jay took a more heavy-handed approach. An eager ambusher climbed down a curtain of vines over Malcolm’s head. It was inches from digging its claws through the old man’s helmet and skull. But it got to experience the horrid end of the rearward Yoroachians that had survived Jay’s Triple Bolting-g.

A piece of rock the size of a golf ball cracked open its skull. Getting brained didn’t necessarily kill monsters right away. But it scrambled their minds. The ambusher started to drop. It would’ve landed on Malcolm, but a larger rock in flight minced the monster's chest into shards and giblets and knocked it away from Malcolm. A number of Ambushers fleeing from Tim stopped to acknowledge Jay who’d been standing still at the same spot since the encounter started. He’d only turned around to give them a leering and glowy glance. He looked in between the seesawing motion of his three debris belts tilting up and down while in concentric rings. With him at the center.

Behind him laid the demolished corpses of the rearward force. Jay afforded the monsters a split second for the horror of their situation to sink in. Then he [Sling Assisted] little pieces of rock and Yoroachian parts fast. The rings surrounding him acted like machine gun belts as he chucked out a torrent of flak at Yoroachians trying to slip away into the cracks on the sides. He stopped only when his vector of fire crossed near his teammates. Once Team Noir was in the clear, Jay let it rain. Yoroachians got chewed up like they’d fallen prey to a hungry, toothy beast. They dropped screaming. Few escaped out of the forty Jay and Tim brutalized.

“Stop,” Jay said as Tim turned his sights on the grievously injured and dying Yoroachians scattered among the corpses.

Tim didn’t stop punching. Not right away. But he disengaged from finishing off a Yoroachian by backing away. His fists struck at the air. They gradually slowed down until he held his fists in a stiff and shaky boxing stance. His fist wouldn’t go down. He couldn’t drop them and relax.

Jay looked into Tim’s eyes and saw that he wasn’t so resolute and stony as Jay thought. The emotional-g hadn’t sensed the gnawing fear that scraped away at Tim gradually just like he scraped away at the Yoroachians to turn the tide. The subtlety was dismissable until the heavy toll was wrought. Something inside of Tim had been worn away. Sanded down. Put to the grindstone until what came out was brittle, cracked, and bound to fall to pieces. Ruined.

Jay smiled softly, sad and happy for Tim. The [Fighter] would forever be broken. Broken in ways that might’ve made his tough Junker upbringing paled in comparison. But in that brokenness, something new would arise. Something that had been challenged and changed.

“Why are you letting them live?” Malcolm asked, sounding like a ghost of a man. He had a personable attitude that worked well with people, but he was still a man of action. A man who’d thrown down against poachers and criminals and worked all sorts of cases. This showing of magic, brutality, and Champions pushing themselves to the brink might’ve demolished all of his beliefs in himself and in the way the natural world should work.

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And they had only gotten started.

“Emily’s still incanting.” Jay pointed out while still in the center of his reduced but still spiraling [Sling Assist] debris field. A combination of Kleo’s [Manasinger] mana regen and Emily’s [Spooky Friends] delivering mana helped mitigate Jay’s mana costs. It was way easier to keep [Sling Assist] running than to drop it and try to pick up more objects later.

To Malcolm, it might’ve seemed ridiculous. Until he had a dawning moment of realization. A shudder passed through him.

“There’s more,” Malcolm gasped. “Mother of God, there’s more coming.”

"This last bout made for a good warm up, didn't it?” Jay grinned.

The encounter hadn’t ended.

But the brief pause gave Emily time to finish repeating the same incantation she’d been working on. Sometimes a [Medium] had to repeat themselves to produce a more intense effect from their chosen incantation. It helped with mana costs and Chance Modifiers, too, since incantations took from mana and affected Chance. Perception served as one of the [Medium’s] main Attributes to build up their very needed mana reserves and see into spiritual matters further than any other Class. Jay could only imagine the depths of dark horror Emily saw as she put together one of her most awfully great incantations.

One that used another Word of Power.

“I am the Herald of DEATH, a messenger from the valley of the shadow of DEATH, a bringer of tidings from the depths of the ocean of DEATH, so I need no coin or papers to pass through the gates of the capital of DEATH,” Emily howled, raging, letting her glasses fall and smash to pieces under her stomping boots as if she was too busy banging at an invisible door to pay mind to her fake apparel. Then she switched moods so fast it gave Jay whiplash as she continued her incantation with a sickly saccharine sweetness and cheer, “and upon entry, I will bear gifts of ambrosia and riches and whores that’ll serve you to DEATH, and have you hear epic poems in your historic honor that’ll last long after your DEATH, because I am a mere presenter of the blackest wealth, your merry DEATH, Corpse Kiddie Parade.”

Nothing happened at first.

Nothing overt. Just a black breeze tinged red. It was a little chilly.

Then the possessed Yoroachian Emily kept at her side fell over and melted. Just that one. Nothing else melted.

All the dying and heavily injured Yoroachians expired quietly. A few seconds later, Emily raised fifty undead Yoroachians filled with wriggling black tendrils and throbbing red lights. Broken legs. Missing limbs. Headless torsos. It didn’t matter. The possessed Yoroachians moved with what they had, or they stuck on body parts that probably didn’t originate from their bodies. Before Jay could come to a fully educated opinion on this latest horror brought forth to their world, the possessed Yoroachians started skipping around in cheer.

They gave each other high-fives. They broke into random dance circles. A group of undread Yoroachians linked their arms together and skipped around Tim merrily.

The [Fighter] struggled to resist his urge to punch them.

“Sorry guys!” Emily shouted, a touch faint from that very intense incantation. “Some of the Yoroachians were too damaged to raise! And about a quarter fled from the [Mist of Death]!” 

She used three close together [Scary Handy Skeletons] as an impromptu throne. She lounged in her seat as [Spooky Friends] delivered their mistress some mana pickings. “Anyone needs any healing? I think my hearing will regenerate on its own!”

Both Tim and Malcolm could use a little healing. Tim was covered in nicks from dodging constant critical strikes. Dozens of them, actually. Malcolm could use help to get over his disorientation from Triple Bolting-G.

Unfortunately, it turned out Emily didn’t leave any living Yoroachians for her to use her Feast of Flowing Life incantation. Tim offered Malcolm a Health Crystal.

It didn’t work. The crystal refused to be used on the Systemless. Jay’s meta-g quivered slightly, but it didn’t respond or tell him any more than that. He was tempted to use 4D Headspace but decided against it. He could feel a warning not to. Jay didn't want to sacrifice his Chance Modifiers.

“Bummer,” Tim said, bagging the crystal. “Heal later?”

“What?” Emily asked.

Tim and Emily spent the next ten seconds playing charade to explain Tim's point.

Jay sighed, refocusing on another problem. There were a lot of friends in front of him. He gestured for Emily to order her servants to squeeze against the walls.

She did just that as Jay contracted his [Sling Assist] orb with it centered on his hand. He raised it above his head, mindful of the rock formations and hanging vines, and moved gradually to the front. Tim finally managed to lower his arms. But his hands stayed balled as he stiffly walked around the parading Yoroachian corpses.

Malcolm dragged his feet over as the last person to gather at Emily’s throne of skeletal servants.

“Oh, good, my hearing’s back,” Emily said. “And, hm, the next round is gonna be on us in about five minutes. The trapped ghosts are a big help. They’re rooting for us.”

Jay turned up his hearing to the limit. Nothing but silence, still. The second rush hadn’t entered his spatial-g range. But his meta-g was feeling some significant forces. The enemy was raising the stakes in this game.

“Stronger Yoroachians,” Jay announced. “That’ll be coming along soon, right, Kleo?”

The [Faerie] peered forward, using her fairy nature and link to Jay’s senses. “Maybe. We’re definitely facing more grunts. Will these flesh puppets hold up?”

A lopsided grin crossed Emily’s face. She sprawled suggestively on her skeletal throne. “Oh, they’ll hold up. My kiddies will do their death momma proud!”

A happy and dancey Yoroachian ran up to the [Medium] and presented her with a bracelet made of flesh vines and Yoroachian intestines. Emily wore it on the wrist to the hand carrying her spellcraft ritual.

“I might’ve gone overboard, though, so prepare yourselves," Emily said.

"Overboard, you say?" Malcolm gaped at an undead roach girl doing a jig in front of him.

“Then on your feet,” Jay said, [Gravity Grasping] Emily off her throne. He pulled her to his side away and from his arm holding the revolving debris belts. Emily covered her blush with her hands as Jay gave out orders. “I’ll take point. Let me work through as much as I can. Then mop up behind me or push ahead if I lag. It’s all forward and constant movement to the kid. Good?”

Tim, Emily, and Kleo nodded. Malcolm shrugged as he drank from a canteen and ripped into a snack bar. The Champions had fewer needs for basic things compared to the Systemless. The Rank 2’s especially. But Jay saw the very mortal weakness in Tim and thought about asking–

“Here,” Malcolm said, sharing his water and food with Tim. “I ain’t got much. But I’ll be damned if I can’t share with the least magical guy doing God’s work.”

“YoAnna’s,” Tim croaked.

“Huh?”

“It’s YoAnna’s work,” Tim repeated. He tried to take the offering but struggled to unball his fists.

“Hey,” Kleo said. “Drink and eat now. Or I’m gonna kiss you.”

Tim’s emotional-g expanded with embarrassment, shyness, and mortification. Jay smiled as the [Fighter] forced his hands open and took in sustenance. It would replenish him in ways the System couldn’t as a Rank 1.

“Any guesses on what the bigger Yoroachians will be like?” Jay and Kleo moved forward with a gap between the gravity duo and everyone else.

“I’ll ask the kiddies later,” Emily said. “All I’m getting are more grunts coming at us from the front. No tricks. All zerg rush this time.”

“That’s a geeky term coming from you,” Jay drawled.

Emily tried to readjust her glasses and found nothing on her face. She panicked briefly before pulling out her cigarettes and passing some around. Kleo [Gravity Grasped] one for her master. After the rest of the team sparked up, Malcolm included, Jay got his lit. He inhaled one disgusting and deep draft before exhaling away from Kleo. Then Jay moved ahead a little further.

The rest of Team Noir and the kiddie parade followed a dozen feet behind Jay as he expanded the [Sling Assist’s] globe around him. He readjusted the debris belt tilts, contracted, and expanded out again depending on the obstacles he came across.

“Hey, Jay?” Emily called as the next wave neared.

“Yeah?”

“Want my kiddies to toss more pebbles and rocks into [Sling Assist]?”

“I would like that, Emily. Thanks.”

“No problem, boss!” she cheered. “Just don’t mulch the roach girls too much, pretty please. I love to have more of those critter’s on death’s door.”

“Well, how can I deny such a nice and wonderful request from a Divine? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tim finished his cigarette first and got a second gifted to him by Emily. He needed it. He was more straight edge in comparison to his fellow Champions.

Malcolm shook his head, taking the longest to smoke. “They better kill me, or my retirement is gonna be in the looney bin.”

Jay broke out into insidious chuckles. “Can I interest you in a business venture with me and my friends?”

“No thanks.”

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Jay yammered on. “An asylum where the doctors and patients are one and the same.”

“Does he come with an off switch?” Malcolm looked around, receiving a chorus of gargled, wheezy laughter from the parading kiddies.

“It’s going to be great, Malcolm, you’ll see!” Jay cheered excitedly. “Once we experience the medicine we administer and room up together, you’ll have loads of fun!”

“If I pray to YoAnna, will that shut him up?” Malcolm asked.

“Nope!” Kleo answered, breaking up [Manasinger] briefly.

Jay roared with laughter.

Malcolm shook his head. “Where’s that darn Death Flag? I’ll raise it to full mast myself.”

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