Anase~

Ooh no.

These creatures trashing our palace were bad enough. But now, now they're attacking Fae'Miri. They're attacking the helpless mortals that can do nothing but run screaming for their lives. Wreaking havoc for no good reason.

My anger boils up in me like a kettle, soon to overflow. I don't care. I can feel the flames that are the pupils of my eyes dancing madly. 

They are not allowed to do this.

I can feel flames dancing on my hands and I let them loose with no regret, blasting them at the nearest monster. Unlike the arrows that bounced of the creatures' hides, the fire touches it, hurts it, but I will never kill anything this way. 

As I contemplate, an arrow whistles a few feet next to me. I whirl around to see Selwyn's weapon embed itself into her foe, killing it instantly.

The demons scatter, but they won't be gone long. I rush over to the arrow; it's Kalist, a rare material that comes only from Selwyn's homerealm. 

Excellent.

"Selwyn!" I shout. "I think fire hurts them! If I herd them towards you, would you be able to pick them off with your arrows?"

Isychio~ Anase and Selwyn seem to have found a way to harm the creatures. As I observe what they're doing, an idea strikes me. I can forge solid color, so what if I could create color prisons for the beasts? It's worth a shot.... I spread my hands wide, closing my eyes. I channel all the raw, untamed color I have inside myself and guide it into my hands. I can feel it flowing, cold but welcoming, through my veins into my palms. I rise a few feet into the air as this happens, but all I can do is focus on the colors.

In my mind's eye, I imagine the beasts encased in solid colors. All sound is erased as the tide of color rushes in torrents from me. Just as I imagined, it covers the monsters in orbs of color. The pigments swirl like oil on water, and the prisons stay strong. The creatures scrabble at them, looking for a way out, but I keep them contained.

I can feel my strength ebbing away and I know I won't be able to hold them much longer. The prisons flicker, and the shadows see this. They lick their lips eagerly, awaiting the moment when they'll be set free. And at the moment when that almost happens, I know what I must do. I use my mind to whip my scythe out of its sheath on my back and slice it through the air. The ever-familiar portal to Vibrano opens, and, choking back tears, I send the color-orbs through it. The portal seals inteslf behind them, and all is quiet. 

I am let down to the ground, but I barely notice. I restore sound with a wave of my hand, subconsciously. I am hardly aware of what is going on around me and only one thought circulates my head, relentlessly. I sacrificed my Homerealm to save Fae'Miri. 

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If you don't like this then I'll rewrite it. But obviously the monsters get out, and I think I know how they will. 

Ihitrris~

As the monsters continued attacks, I began to feel more and more hopeless. Nothing worked, not even freezing time. Well aware that it wouldn't work the twentieth time any more than it would the second, I drew back my bow and shot an arrow at a monsters heart, only to have it crumple to dust like the countless other times I had tried. I looked around. Selwyn and Anase had both found ways to combat the monsters. I'd just have to find my own way. Suddenly, an idea came to me, like someone had lit a lightbulb in my head. Looking around, I quickly grabbed on to the nearest creature, which was currently attacking a small group of mortals (ha I almost called them muggles) and thought back to a long, long time ago, to the creation of the earth. A blinding light surrounded me, and I was suddenly standing in the same place, only countless years ago at the earths beginning, when there was nothing there that the monster could hurt. I gasped, coughing. I had forgotten that the air in that area had been toxic until only a couple hundred years ago. Although it was agonizing, I knew it could not kill the gods, and had the grim pleasure of knowing that however bad it was for me, it was worse for the monster. Much, much worse. Quickly, I let go of it leaving it there, and the same blinding white light surrounded me, transporting me back to the present, to continue the fight.

This is kind of going all over the place yet going nowhere. There seem to be a lot of different affective and unaffective strategies for defeating the monsters that are going on all at the same time. But they are all kind of isolated. I think we should focus more on Isychio's sacrifice. Thoughts?

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