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The bolts sail over her head or disintegrate at the touch of her wings, scarcely finding their mark as Freya flies around in the air. Switching Esperanza back into ranged mode, she slashes across the air, returning the favour of the bolts by throwing back a scything crescent of purple magic, perfectly sized to catch as many as possible with the attack.

While doing so, Freya continues evasive actions, returning attack for attack and attempting not to get hit; in Exceed Form, her greatest asset was speed.

Surrounded by enemies, Freya puts her hand to her waist once more, tapping the crystal that pulses with energy.
"Armored Gear......"
Suddenly, purple lines run throughout the seams of her armor. A pulsing noise rings out from her armor, rapidly increasing in speed and pitch, as the purple lines reach her head.

The enemies approach, getting too close for comfort. If she didn't move now, even her armor couldn't hold up that long; even if it did, it wasn't nearly enough space to fight.
".....Cast Off."
A violet flash covers Freya, surrounding her in light. Enemies that got too close would be hit hard by red-hot pieces of metal going at bullet-like speeds; the others would see the metal fading into silver motes of light as they left a certain radius. Whatever the case, Freya now has a free area around her, helped by the grass around her having been set aflame by the sheer energy released by her sudden transformation.

The flash fades away, revealing a slender young girl, her face still hidden by the front of what used to be her helmet. Long black hair flows behind her, catching the light with a metal sheen. Her skin is pale, standing out against the remaining pieces of black armor across her chest and from the waist down, as well as the black undersuit she wears. The purple crystals already on her body still remain, set by pieces of armor, now glowing with power. Finally, behind her, two rods of black metal protrude from the back of her body armor, four purple diamonds emerging from each rod forming odd, geometric wings. Esperanza shifts into Lancer Mode, as Freya flies up into the air, her purple wings leaving a trail of energy.

If anyone knew of Fuumo City or the wanted list that THORN had put out, there would be no doubt by now; this was Exceed Valkyrie Freya, the Champion of Fuumo City and killer of the Knight Yewfelle.

In other words, a massive threat.

She throws herself at another nearby paladin, thrusting Esperanza into him from above. The plan was simple; remain out of the crowd's reach and attack from above.

Freya pulls herself to her feet, Esperanza returning to sword form. Her glare is intense and the aura around her fierce.
"I think not. If you're going to gain power.....then it's hardly fair if I don't too."
She begins to reach for the purple crystal embedded in her waist. Anything that could detect energy could detect a lot of it, gathering within the very person of Freya herself.

Freya's speed is not bad, even while wearing armor. However, her armored form made it difficult for her to evade a laser, especially at such close range, and deflecting it was not an option, not with how she was facing.

It hits her dead in the shoulder, staggering her for a second; her poise is perfect and in combination with the weight of her armor, allows her to remain on her feet.

The light sears her armor, burning a rapidly filling hole in her shoulder and knocking her aside briefly. The laser even sears the skin beneath, but she could already feel the regenerative implants mending her wounds with magic, knitting skin together, cauterising and reconnecting burned blood vessels and repairing damaged muscle with her own magic reserves, untapped into had it not been for the machinations of THORN. The spot still stung against the open air, before the Soul Metal that comprised her armor sparkled back into existence over the hole, a metallic gleam shining over it as the metal began to adapt to the thing that had penetrated it. Freya winces, though her helmet hid her face. All the troops see is someone taking their commander's weapon's attack dead-on without flinching.

Not for the first time, she was grateful for the modifications THORN had made to her, even if the original intent was rather darker and less beneficial.

She turns and faces Argus, turning Esperanza on him. Purple lightning sparks within the translucent blade at the end, as she prepares to charge. An audacious smirk could be imagined on her face, though only a confident smile flashes across it in reality.
"As you wish, I'm all yours."
Freya charges at him instead, returning the favour of being shot with her own scything blast of magic.

Arrows and bolts alike clang off Freya's armor as she turns around. The workmanship of THORN in that regard was unparalleled; even firearms would take concentrated fire to pierce through her armor, and to break through it with explosives would necessitate the kind used in destroying bunkers at extremely close range. Even then, of course, the armor would be more likely to be dented than broken.

All of that, of course, was before the fact that the armor reacted to her will and could repair itself.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand.

Freya charges at the line, extending her sword out to her side, leaving a trail of purple energy that disintegrates the incoming projectiles.
"Esperanza: Lancer Mode, initiate."
Her sword suddenly changes shape, silver particles forming in the air beyond the pommel of the hilt and solidifying into an extended hilt, flickering with purple energy. The armored valkyrie continues charging forwards, swinging her now-transformed spear to her front. She charges directly, not at the person with the sniper rifle, but at one of the vulnerable-looking frontline pikemen. She points Esperanza forward, twisting at the pommel as the two projectors attached to the crossguard expand outwards, turning the blade into a rectangular spade akin to that of a meat cleaver.

With a short, fierce roar, Freya blasts the unfortunate troops in front of her with scything blades of magical energy, forcing them to retreat or be cut into shreds.

I disagree, basically because there's tons of games that have far larger casts than this (see:
pretty much every FEF, most freeforms) that manage pretty well. It'll likely slow down as most games like this do and anyway half the players aren't online at the same time as the other half, so it's not as if the activity is massive.

Also, the action's already divided combat-wise, there's no reason why we should do it RP-wise and unneccesarily limit RP.

C

"There are times when peace is the best solution and others when we can defend ourselves. Someone who can do both, by your definition, is far better at being the leader. Prove that you are, and not through asserting it, and maybe we'll recognise you as the leader. But not now, when we know nothing about each other."