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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-04 10:22 am

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.






the great escape.
The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.




THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.
The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!



INTO THE RIFT.
Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.




THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.
Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
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[personal profile] bestaround 2019-01-18 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, c'mon...

[ Simon knows how to be a real buzzkill, even if 9S knows it's the anxiousness talking. No amount of telling him it's going to be fine will make him believe it until all is done with, huh. Oh, well; 9S supposes he'll compromise in the meantime. ]

I'll just grab what's stored in here. [ He keys through a few more menus on the hologram, and then a download bar appears. ] It'll only take a minute—then we can go.
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[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-18 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Are you trying to get Astoria to kick you off the team for skipping practice?

[ His tone is playful, but there isn't any judgement behind it. Considering his own history with similar figures, part of him wonders if sitting these missions out really is the smart thing to do after all. ]

To tell you the truth, I'm not sure the princess has thought that far ahead herself. We've obviously gotta deal with the rift, but after that... Well, I hope she's as persuasive as she thinks she is.
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[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-18 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simon doesn’t respond, because, whatever. He’ll just watch.

When it’s almost done, a download bar appears on the screen, too. It starts at zero. For a few moments Simon assumes it’s part of whatever 9S is doing, but eventually he leans in to look at the line above its progress; they don’t usually hang on one thing like this, and why would it have an interface to display that it’s sending its data to an android in the first place?


Aut_WAU_YoRType_9_Sc
... processing ...

His stomach does a sick backflip and he grabs 9S’s shoulder. ] Turn it off! Christ—

[ Incidentally, this is right when the computer goes black with a characteristic final bwooo of death and one last spray of sparks, evidently overloaded.

But hey, he gets to keep the data he got. ]
Edited 2019-01-18 07:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-18 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well thanks, you sure do clean up nice yourself.

[He runs a hand up his face, wondering why he's expecting to feel a beard there. He's thought about growing one out a couple times, yeah, but he hasn't done it in a while. Looks weird with the uniform.]

For someone I've never arrested before you're sure actin like you know me, Mr. Prochainezo. You sure you're not thinking of someone else?
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[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-18 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Cayde's hand doesn't pull away but slides down instead, Hank looks a little surprised. It's not a bad surprise, though; not even a little. A corner of his lips quirks up and he lets his path go a little bit crooked, taking him right into Cayde's personal space, and once Cayde leaves Hank leaning against the bar watching him Hank's smile feels easy, completely natural.]

God, no. Usually I'd just go for whiskey but when am I gonna be here again? Gimme whatever you got.

[He scratches at his cheek, and his fingernails come away with a couple flakes of something dark that he'd completely forgot about underneath them. There's some glasses behind the bar in front of him and he leans in, frowning, far enough to try and see a faint, blurry reflection of his face. Then he brushes his thumb over what he's just scratched at, and looks at it, and it's a confirmation of the reflection he just saw. His face is almost clean. There's almost nothing left there.

He hunches over his arms, crossed on top of the bar, and clears his throat. He tries to focus on what Cayde's doing.]


What do you like? Somethin special they serve here or is the good stuff only for special fancy soldier-types?
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-18 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zari doesn't have an answer to that. There's likely a scientific answer, something that would make this super clinical and sanitize it of any emotion, but she, whoever she is, clearly means more to Steve than just that.

Her eyes wander back to Peggy for a moment, before turning back to him.]


Who is she?
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zari Tomaz never says no to food. If she ever does, it would be a sign that she's been replaced by a replicant and should be destroyed immediately.]

Sure. I love some good shawarma.

[And she can totally peep on his and Steve's friends and learn more about them.]
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-18 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
You too, Inej.

[But time to track down Waterloo. When all of the drawers and cabinets in this part of the ship come up empty, she pauses for a moment before snapping her fingers.]

Rory. He's the one who brought it on the ship, it might be in his quarters.
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-18 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head.]

It didn't kill me. It's a time loop. Every hour on the hour, the ship explodes and then resets itself, until you solve the problem.
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-18 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
In an eight track of Waterloo. Or at least that's where it was in the original loop, but I haven't been able to find it, so it's making me wonder whether the rift put it in the same place.

[But hey, Constantine having magic is a good first step.]
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[personal profile] insubordination 2019-01-18 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
An army?

[ luckily, roy can talk and fight at the same time, bolts of flame dancing and weaving through the air with ease, a constant stream of explosions, the manipulation of liquid causing additional damage upon impact. most people thought roy was helpless in the water, which was only partially true; in actuality, if roy were in control, it made him twice as deadly. the more oxygen and hydrogen to manipulate, the better, and luckily for him, this beast was sitting in a pool of roy's biggest weapons. ]

How in the hell are you going to summon an entire army? From what?

[ BEING PEDANTIC IS HIS JOB ]
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[personal profile] wraithes 2019-01-18 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she looks over at the sound of snapping fingers, blinking once before straightening her back, at zari's revelation. ]

Rory -- a shipmate, of yours?

[ someone to be trusted, hopefully, but inej immediately seems to be ready to follow zari's lead. ]

Where is that located, his quarters?
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[personal profile] nifties 2019-01-18 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ an eight track of... or for fuck's sake. john narrows his eyes before moving into the belly of the ship. ]

Looks the same as I remember... [ maybe it'll be easier for him to pick out something amiss since he's not here all the time. that's what he's banking on right now anyway. ] Unless it's not about the bomb.

[ he turns to face her, this place seems... disneyish enough. not to mention it was kind of the legends thing anyway. ]

Is this about teamwork?
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[personal profile] unpatriarchal 2019-01-18 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if lotor weren't concerned of being trapped in a rift bubble with morrigan for the rest of eternity, he may have asked the following questions: you have an unborn child? colleague or friend? what does your mother actually intend to use you for? but as the dragon rears, and the barrier shatters, revealing a small campsite, as lotor catches himself before he falls over, with nothing but a . . . dragon? for company. ]

. . . your mother is a charming woman.

[ what else do you say, to such a thing? but lotor sheaths the sword, feeling comfortable enough with the dragon to let down his guard slightly, particularly given they're not trapped in a hell void anymore. ]

Are you alright, Morrigan?

[ physically, but perhaps emotionally, too. bad parents are bad parents. dealing with them is never an enjoyable experience. ]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's survived this far! Sure he's down an eye, but that one wasn't his fault and-- okay he sees North's point. And just squeezes a little tighter as he considers this 'deal' which isn't so much a deal as a deadline. One that if he doesn't meet will send his friend into danger after him. ]

Two hours? It could take that long to find anyone, you've gotta have a little more faith in me than that. Or time could move differently inside. How about four?
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does, actually, but when York turns to see Clarke standing there his body language is alarmed. That's obvious enough without seeing his face somehow, obscured behind the visor. ]

Clarke? Yeah, it's my world where I was last, which means we need to get you back fast before you're trapped here instead. Come on--

[ Except he's cut off as the ground rumbles, dust falling from the ceiling of the room they're in as everything shakes. A bomb? Something's happening, that's for sure. ]

Shit. Delta? What's going on?

Unclear. Multiple explosions detonated above us. I advise rapid evacuation.

Copy that. Come on, Clarke, we have to find you the mirror.

[ He never fully trusted Astoria, and so is operating under the assumption that the reason she didn't want them touching such things was that they'd bring them home. As far as he knows, that's what this is. Right where he left, with Delta back and active again, filling the empty spot in his head. He's staying, or plans to. For now he gestures for his friend to follow him back out of the base the way he came. ]


((ooc: human soldiers or genocidal aliens for nightmare mode?))
Edited 2019-01-18 19:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It is.

[ And as far as York knows, it's real and the mirror was a portal back home. He never trusted Astoria entirely, she must have just wanted to keep them or something. He's got Delta back, he doesn't plan on leaving again -- he doesn't want to leave North but it's probably better for his best friend to stay where he's alive at least. Maybe. He'll make that decision when he's back in front of the mirror. For now they have a situation to deal with here. ]

I was infiltrating this base, he must've gotten wise and decided to bring it down on top of us. The exit's right here, be ready for anything!

[ Except what York sees when they exit is... not something he's ready for. Instead of a sandy landscape with a road leading to the next outpost, it's a mountainous area of a terraformed planet, what looks like a mining settlement. York freezes in place, shocked by what he's seeing. The town below them is under attack by the Covenant, ships hovering in the sky above, a battle he was in long ago. When he turns back to the base they just exited it's gone. There's no way back. And still no sign of any mirror. ]

...Delta? Delta, report!

Two hundred and seven Elite soldiers detected. Fourteen Brutes. I have no readings for the Covenant ships in this airspace. UNSC forces are overwhelmed.

[ There are large figures dropping straight out of the ships above, into the battle raging below. The alien soldiers are far larger than the colonists and UNSC soldiers, who are dressed an awful lot like York. Dead bodies litter the streets, both in and out of armor. ]

It's Minab... this isn't possible. It was glassed... the war's over, goddamnit!
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lotor, got it. York keeps moving, checking his ammo as they descend even as he's thrown off by the question about the Circle. ]

By my count? About four earth months. D, how long were you offline?

One hundred and seventeen days.

Felt like longer than that, bud. [ He glances back at Lotor, expression hidden by his helmet. ] How about you?
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[personal profile] unpatriarchal 2019-01-18 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ earth months. so this individual is either not from earth, or very used to speaking with non-earthen entities. lotor doesn't gauge his time in earth parameters, but it's easy enough to convert: ]

More or less the same. I arrived with some others from my corner of the universe. It feels as if we've been trapped here much longer, though.

[ decaphoebes, at least, but neither here nor there. lotor surveys the field with some amount of caution before continuing to follow York and delta, and, given they seem relatively harmless, he shares a bit more information: ]

But it's hard to tell, truly, when you travel through space and time, like this. I have been through alternate dimensions where time feels warped . . . who knows how long we have truly been traveling with this Circle. We may never know until we properly return to our own universes.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't plan my demise yet, that's all I'm saying.

[ No need for murder! York doesn't mind the clutching, but is looking around warily as if something might attack him in here, because that's been his experience in other visions. And there are still the rift monsters to worry about, whether or not they can follow people into these pocket dimensions or whatever the hell they are. ]

It wasn't. Mine was just plain mean, too, so I feel you but you've gotta focus for me. Look for a shimmer, anything out of place, the trick to getting out seems to be the person trapped knowing realizing that this isn't happening. You're the one who can end this.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-18 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Properly return is right -- this is our world, but my past. I hope I don't run into myself and create a paradox or something.

[ He remembers this battle vividly. The exhaustion, the smell of people burning even through his air filters. He can't let it happen all over again. What's a few ships of saved people worth to the timeline, really? ]

Who's in the Circle from your corner of the universe?

[ It's just something to talk about, York's always chatty when nervous. ]
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[personal profile] unpatriarchal 2019-01-18 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lotor is about to tell York that that's not how paradoxes work, but . . . you know, let him continue believing it. it'll make for a more interesting conversation, anyway. and, besides, York has asked a more interesting question. ]

Ah -- Allura. [ he leaves off the `princess,` for now. who knows how allura is introducing herself to the rest of the circle. ] The Paladins of Voltron . . . Shiro, Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Keith. And a woman by the name of Honerva.

[ for now, anyway. lotor doesn't know honerva has actually gone back home. ]

Quite a few people, in comparison to the rest of the individuals here.
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[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-18 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
So peachy... I could almost fly into space.

[At least she's well enough for sarcastic quips. Her dark humor is still there; that's a good sign. Then her tired mind registers the comment he'd made and a noise that sounds akin to a tired, bitter laugh escapes the dragon at the statement.]

Oh, you have no idea...

[She does. Her mother loved to tell bedtime stories of her... conquests with men until they were used up and then killing them. He doesn't need to know that, however, so she doesn't say it. Slowly, light and smoke play around her scales until it leaves her in human form, leaning against the wall and clutching at her sides.]

Nudging history when required... sometimes shoving it when some person who'll soon become legend needs saving. She can be very persuasive when she decides to put on her wizened old woman mask.

[At least her dreams let him see the real her. She glimpses at the imagined stars above their heads.]

I have almost found our exit. Any questions before the ground decides to open its maw and swallow us? [She's just kidding... or IS SHE? ...It she?]
Edited 2019-01-18 22:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure," Takeru says. "Different worlds or not, we make a pretty good team." Seraphimon nods in agreement--a gesture that can't help looking a little formal, coming from him--but any sense of regality is quickly lost as he changes back into Patamon and flies into Takeru's arms with a tired sigh.

Takeru tightens his grip on his partner and slowly turns his attention back to the area around them. Even if none of this is technically real, it's been really cool to see Renamon and Ruki's version of home in person. All the same, it's not a place he feels safe lingering for too long. They both have way too many old enemies for a world so easily influenced by memories to not be dangerous, particularly when so many of the things he'd like to ask stand a good chance of bringing those thoughts to the forefront. "Now... Any idea how we get out of here?"
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[personal profile] teratias 2019-01-18 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
From him.

[Waver gestures back over at Rider, who's clearly been listening to this entire discussion. The grin on his face should set off alarm bells, but Waver seems more than okay with it. The constant explosions are a great background for what is going to happen here and now.

There's a sudden descent of the chariot. Rider brings it down towards the horrible beast, and as he does so there is a horrible, wild wind that blurrs everything around the chariot itself. The sky begins to change from the night of Fuyuki to a clear blue one, the river suddenly now a desert. Dry winds. Bright sun. An abandoned tentacle horror and from behind, the sound of feet all pounding over the sand.

Waver nudges Roy for a moment, drawing his attention to the army of Alexander the Great that now trails behind them, all poised to attack.]


Like this.