Chapter 38: Mark Infinity
Team Pierce (plus Totomaru, plus Fleur, minus Tyria) stared up at the multicoloured building of the Grand Headquarters. Kay had been convinced to tell them that this was the most likely place for Tyria and Lync to be, and given them directions. He had, however, refused to accompany them, melodramatically claiming that they were all going to die.
The Headquarters was as old as Teslon itself, and was considered by the locals to be a monument to the history of Electria itself; no part of the building was ever allowed to be demolished, and any damage had to be repaired exactly the way it had been. This ingenious and colourful concept had led to the building becoming a hodgepodge mishmash of hundreds of years' worth of architectural evolution, and colourful neon towers stood alongside primitive wooden walls as both were rivalled by stately red brick and reinforced grey concrete, all within meters of each other.
"That's one hell of a building," Totomaru observed.
"Tyria and Lync are somewhere inside. What should the plan be?" Pierce asked Sarph, who shrugged. "We need a plan? The walls in those older parts don't look too solid, and it's a big building, but not that big. If we bust our way in, it shouldn't take long to find Tyria. And we could probably thwart this Rolfe person's plan while we're at it,"
Fleur whistled to get their attention. "What is it?" Pierce asked, and she mimed something. "She wants to know what we're planning to do about the dozens of guards no doubt inside the building," Totomaru translated. "Which is a good question,"
Pierce and Sarph simultaneously raised eyebrows, glanced at each other, Hare and Grace, as well as Kit, who had materialised, before three of them chuckled while Kit and Hare outright laughed. Boomer cracked a grin too. "No, seriously. What's the problem?" the Tamer asked.
The Petal wizard exasperatedly pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Remind me why, out of all the practical, sensible guilds there are in Fiore, you wanted to join the one that thinks taking on an army isn't a problem?" Totomaru quietly asked.
Eventually, with the plan set, the seven wizards (plus yokai) stood outside the wall. "Grace, would you like to do the honours?" Pierce suggested.
Grace looked at him in excitement. "No way, again?"
"Why not?" the Tamer shrugged, and Grace beamed. "Best holiday ever!" she shrieked.
"Remember, angle your shot so that the debris will go outward and downward, that way you'll hit any enemies on the other side of the wall," Sarph advised her.
Totomaru, who, after the incident that left him dangling from the roof of the guild hall, had steered well clear of Grace's training sessions and thus had no idea what they were talking about. "What are you . ."
The Reality Dragon Slayer inhaled, before jumping into a pocket of bent reality and reappearing several metres above them. "Reality Dragon's Roar!" she screamed, blasting a funnel of grey energy from her mouth which passed over the heads of her guildmates and obliterated the wall before them, breaking it into chunks that exploded inwards and leaving a massive gash in the side of the fortifications.
Grace landed and looked around at her teammates, ignoring Fleur's wide eyes and Totomaru's slack jaw. "How'd I do?"
"Nine out of ten," Pierce promptly responded with a smile.
"I dunno. You did leave a lot of uneven rubble that it'll be a pain to try to walk through . . seven and a half," Boomer shrugged.
Totomaru stared at them. "You're encouraging this?" he demanded.
"Yes," Sarph replied, leading the charge into the fortifications. Pierce hung back, grasping the fire wizard's wrist. "I am encouraging teaching an inexperienced little girl with more potential for destruction than anyone should have to destroy exclusively uninhabited buildings in a safe and practical way that leads to them being easily rebuilt," he elaborated.
"At least there's a method to your madness . . but you still couldn't teach her not to destroy buildings at all?" Totomaru deadpanned as they ran to catch up, and Pierce shot him a scandalised look. "Now why would I want to do that?" he grinned.
"Nevermind. Just madness after all," the man sighed, shaking his head and making his white fohawk bristle.
As might be expected, dozens of soldiers had congregated on the attacking guild wizards as soon as they entered, and as was equally easy to expect, the Phoenixes blew them away with ease. Boomer repelled them with impermeable waves of sound while Grace, Fleur and Hare's physical assaults eliminated them one by one, and the few that were armed with magic were easily dispatched by Sarph. With sticky orange fire in one hand and slippery green in the other, Totomaru eagerly joined in and started wreaking havoc amongst the enemy soldiers, while Pierce summoned Raya and mopped up stragglers from above.
"My sword is the Spell-Shattering Sigil Sola-" Sarph paused, realising the soldier he was talking to was already out for the count. "My sword is the Spell -" Once again, he realised that he had defeated the grunt before he could even finish the sentence. "My sword -" This one simply screamed and ran. "Will none of you fight me for long enough that I can explain how I am defeating you?!" Sarph demanded of the soldiers, half of which turned and fled at his angered shout..
Totomaru, who had managed to get himself near the main entrance while fighting off a trio of soldiers, paused after defeating them, hearing a clatter of approaching men that sounded like it was coming from within the main entrance. He braced himself and flattened himself against the the main entrance, waiting to ambush the oncoming reinforcements as a flash of light shone from within the hall.
And kept waiting.
And waited some more.
Finally, he realised something had happened, and peered into the corridor. Nothing. It was empty. "Strange," he frowned, rejoining the fight.
Eventually, they all recongregated in the central courtyard. "I told you it wouldn't be a problem," Sarph smirked knowingly at Fleur, who silently tched.
"Come on. We gotta find Tyria," Pierce encouraged the group. "And Lync," he hastily added.
"Indeed we do," Sarph agreed with a knowing smile. "We should split up. Usual teams," he declared, grasping Boomer's arm as his Aera wings manifested. Pierce grinned, recalling Raya. "I spy a door," he declared, and he and Grace sped towards what looked like the main entrance to the building's interior, as Sarph and Boomer lifted off, making for a high window in the large purple tower that crowned the left side of the Headquarters.
The three remaining wizards looked at one another, and Hare growled. "Oh, brilliant,"
~P's E~
Tyria pelted down the corridor, hearing footsteps in pursuit. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that Lord Rolfe was in hot pursuit, and a sickly yellow magic circle had appeared around his arm. "DeStructure: Flamethrower!" he declared, and his right arm erupted in bronze and yellow metal with a concentric nozzle.
Tyria squeaked as a blast of heat seared her backside and redoubled her speed. She dashed around a corner, seeing a door directly in front of her, and pushed it open without breaking her stride.
Porcelain squeaked under her feet, and she skidded to a halt, looking around. Colourfully painted walls, large, open space, stained glass, porcelain floor? She was in some kind of banquet hall.
"Flamethrower!" Tyria frantically leapt out of he way as Rolfe's weapon scorched her. She frantically blew on her right hand, which, while escaping the worst of the heat, had blistered, and span to face Rolfe as he emerged from the door. "Give it up, Tyria," he commanded. His dark eyes twinkled menacingly as he rattled his Flamethrower. "You can't beat me,"
With a couple of mental commands to her magic, Tyria brought up the settings screen to one of her spells, and made a couple of quick alterations to the coding for her Tectonics, before copying it and saving it as a new attack. It would be clumsy - she'd never made up a new spell on the fly during a fight before, and didn't recommend it - but functional. In the meanwhile, she tensed her shoulder blades and invoked; "TechType: Jetpack!" Her massive turbines unfolded and lifted her a few feet into the air, but Rolfe strode forward and used his free hand to grasp her leg and pull.
Tyria strained with all her might to stay in the air, but, somehow, Rofle was much stronger than he looked, and in spite of her machinery's protests, she was dragged downwards.
And then Rolfe reached inside her right turbine, grasped one of the fan blades, stopping its rotation, before forcibly tearing it out of its housing and holding the piece of metal, with sparking wires from inside her own body trailing from it, in front of her face.
The pain was unbearable. The wizard dropped to the ground, screaming, and feeling as though one of her fingers had just been pulled out of its socket by brute force alone. Her Jetpack vanished, Rolfe's grisly trophy disintegrating into ethernano, and she slumped to the ground, trying desperately not to cry out again.
Snatching the hem of her vest, under her chin, Rolfe lifted Tyria up and stared into her eyes, jamming his flamethrower underneath her chin. "Do you still think you can stand against the might of the Alvarez Empire?" he demanded.
Tyria squeezed her eyes shut and thought about all the pain that Rolfe would inflict on her people, on Electria, and on her friends, if she couldn't stop him here and now, using the thought to bury the lingering pain from the destruction of her Jetpack. With that in mind, she worked up a globule of liquid from within her throat, resting it on her tongue, before spitting in his face.
Rolfe narrowed his eyes menacingly as her saliva dropped off her cheek, before shaking his arm to activate his flamethrower. Tyria had just enough time to whisper, "TechType: Helmet," before the fire washed over her mechanised face, licking at the metal and singeing her hair.
In utter contempt, Rolfe threw her away, and, limply, the girl slid along the ground, coming to rest several feet away. Tyria struggled to her feet as her face and Rolfe's flamethrower both reverted to flesh. She guessed she wouldn't have a use for that modified Tectonic spell after all.
"I don't understand it. Why do you persist?" Rolfe demanded as he advanced on her. "You could have wealth, fame, power. All it would take would be for you to surrender, join us, reveal the location of the Compendium to me, and you would be hailed as a hero among the Alvarez Empire. Why do you throw away your life like this?"
"You really don't get it, do you?" Tyria retorted, pressing a hand over the guild mark on her shoulder. "This is my life. I've devoted everything that I am to Electria, to my college and my guild, and to my friends in both of them. If I just up and abandoned them," she cracked her knuckles, clenching her fists, before swinging her arms outwards and adopting a pose. "Then my life itself would be meaningless! Gear Change!" she invoked as her hair stiffened into silver spikes and electricity played through it. "Mark II!"
"So stubborn," Rolfe sighed, as another magic circle appeared. "DeStructure: Wrecking Ball," His left hand changed into a large chain, which coiled at his feet and ended in a large lead ball. He scooped up the chain with his right hand, letting it trail between his fingers, before swinging the ball in a wide arc towards Tyria. In response, the younger wizard jumped, carefully clearing the ball as it swung past her.
Continuing the arc of the ball's swing, Rofle brought it up, above his head, before swinging it down towards Tyria, and she leapt backwards, letting the ball smash into the floor. Deep cracks spiderwebbed through the floor from point of impact, and, as Rolfe retracted the spell, realising that his foe was too agile to be hit with such a clumsy weapon, Tyria invoked one of her own. "TechType Mark II: Forty-Eight Peg Gear Blitzkrieg!" she called, manifesting her massive gears on her arms and powering forwards.
"DeStructure: Laser Cutter!" Rolfe retorted, manifesting a blade of yellow energy emitting from a bronze/yellow generator, and bringing it across his body to block as Tyria's massive gears smashed into it. The two powered against one another for a moment, Tyria's wild fury clashing against Rolfe's terse, controlled anger, before she was knocked away.
Tyria panted, frowning. 'That didn't even faze him,' she realised in horror, before looking back at Rolfe. Her eyes widened, as, even though he hadn't moved, he had been forced back, his rigid heels carving gashes in the cracked porcelain floor. The sight gave her new hope, and she grinned.
"I still don't know why you think you can defeat me," Rofle commented, swinging his Laser Cutter as he advanced.
"Because," Tyria panted, electric blue eyes meeting his. "I'm a student of Headmaster Atsphuria's. I'm a wizard of the Phoenix's Eye guild. And, together, those mean the world to me. But you, you're a pawn of some faceless emperor you've never even met. I don't care if you're stronger, because I've got so much more to fight for. So I'm gonna beat you, for the sake of everything I care about," she grinned, clenching her fists and twisting imaginary dials in mid-air. "Gear Change, Mark III!" Once again, the corona of a Gear Change enveloped her body, and white tattoos of interlocking gears covered her arms and legs. Her recent tweaks worked, though, and this time her combat trousers survived.
"It doesn't matter how many gears you cycle through. Compared to me, they're all equivalent to zero," Rolfe tched.
"We'll see," Gears began to appear around her, swarming and connecting to form the shape of massive wings that lifted Tyria into the air. She pressed her arms together, as dozens of energy charges built up in her wings, uniting and merging as she prepared a single blast to win her the fight. "TechType Mark III: Redacted Variable Hyperlaser!" A massive blast of blue energy lanced from her body and shot towards Rolfe in the space of a second, erupting with a massive explosion that sent the fallen councilman flying backwards. Tyria landed, metal wings still spread beneath her and giving her the appearance of an angel as the smoke cleared.
"Is that the best you can do?" Rolfe emerged from the miasma, looking rather singed but undeterred. "Because, if that's all that your convictions and all that you have to fight for give you, it obviously just isn't enough,"
Tyria paled. The Redacted Variable Hyperlaser was a refined, focused version of her other Mark III spell, the Sixty-Four Pulse Kinetic Air Raid. It was the strongest single attack she had . . and it hadn't been enough.
"I thought as much. DeStructure: Fracking Drill," Rolfe invoked, and, from the elbow down, his arms changed into bronze/yellow machines that looked like Tyria's Tectonics on steroids. With a mighty leap, he jumped up to the roof, before kicking off the ceiling and bringing both arms down on the girl in a single, massive, impact.
The crash rocked the entire building around them, and shattered the floor like glass, sending Tyria and Rolfe alike plunging downwards into the basement. Her wings shattered and dissipated, and Tyria lay on the ground amidst the debris falling from above as Rolfe landed in a crouch, his transformation reverting.
The dust settled around them as Rolfe stared at Tyria for a long moment. "Just as I thought," Rolfe finally spoke, exhaling. "You really are nothing,"
He turned and was about to walk away, when he heard struggling.
Tyria was forcing herself to her feet, no matter the pain that raced through her battered body. "No," she retorted. "I don't care if I'm not strong enough to beat you . . . it doesn't mean that I'll just lie down and accept defeat!"
Rolfe tched. "You really want me to kill you, don't you?"
The tech wizard paused, looking around. She was surrounded by wires and monitors and glowing lights, which plastered every wall around her. "What is this place, anyway?"
"Amusing that one such as you, who claims to love her country so much, doesn't know," the Lord High Protector observed. "This is one of the central hubs of the Teslon power grid. Not that that matters much; it's an equally suitable place for your death as the ballroom up above. De-Structure: Bulldozer!" With that, he flung himself forwards and delivered a smashing two-handed blow with morphed metal fists that sent Tyria flying backwards, collapsing against the wall with its pulsating wires.
The girl groaned. Surely it wouldn't be too unforgivable if she just took a little rest? Falling asleep just seemed like such an inviting prospect right now . . . but there was this annoying buzzing that was keeping her awake. Groggily, she looked around, searching for the source of the noise, and realised it was coming from the power cables around her.
Power cables . . . an idea drifted into Tyria's mind . . . it had to take a hell of a lot of juice to power a city . . . and that was exactly what she needed right now.
"This is honestly a little sad . . not enough so to stop me from doing it, but I'll feel a little bit bad about your death after you're gone," Rolfe admitted, but then he paused. "What are you doing?"
Tyria was knotting her feet into the cables. Her hands too, next. She could feel the power surging through them as soon as her foot made direct contact with the magic wiring, energy and information flowing into her body, and the feed's intensity redoubled when her second foot joined the party. As Tyria integrated herself more and more with the power grid, the information flowed into her system at an incredible, incapacitatable rate, and it was all she could do to regulate it, control it, stop it from overwhelming her system . . and to use it.
Now she had the gist of it. Shaping and coordinating the data that was flowing into her from the entire city, Tyria coded, and coded more, but there was too much information and not enough time, there was practically an infinity pouring into her from the entire city - and maybe that was exactly what she needed!
Rolfe' eyes widened as he realised what was happening. "She's merging herself with the power grid for the entire city!" he gasped. So much magic energy in a single being's body . .
"Gear Change!" Tyria shrieked, and, in her state of partial fusion with Teslon itself, her voice echoed through the whole city. "Mark I-I-I-INFINITY!" Her dark skin, still inlaid with white tattoos, rippled and phase-shifted, changing into blue steel with matching silver patterns of iron that pulsed with the electricity running through the wiring that had infused her bloodstream. Inside her metal chest, her heart pulsed, sending waves of power throughout her body.
Outside, in the city, one by one, the lights began to flicker out. First it was a single building, then a block, then a whole district, and before long the entire city had gone dark.
And all of that power was now coursing through Tyria's mechanised veins, as the cables and her clothing fell away from her, unable to retain their consistency in the sheer radiance of the power emanating from the wizard, and, glowing with millions of gigawatts' worth of energy, she levitated into the air, glaring with spotlight-like blue irises at Rolfe, who actually recoiled, seeing what she had become.
With mechanical precision, Tyria raised her arm and concentrated the accumulated power of the whole city of Teslon into it, pointed directly at Rolfe. "TechType Mark Infinity!" she shrieked in a voice tinged with synthesised tones. "Hyper-Accelerated Electric Particle Warhead; Large Hadron!"
It's impossible to accurately describe what happened next, for that would require an understanding of the world far beyond what humans have attained to date. A glowing white singularity of power erupted from her body, seeming to take hours and yet no time at all as it traversed the short distance between the opponents, shining with such bright radiance that the sun would have seemed weak by comparison if it had been in view. And then it impacted, detonating in an explosive supernova of blinding white that blew away the surroundings, sending debris in every direction and throwing Rolfe into the air where, moments before, there had been a ceiling, and sending him flying off out of sight.
Tyria dropped to the ground and landed on her feet. Popups appeared in her vision, informing her that the new Gear and the associated spell had been saved to her magic's internal system. In spite of exhausting the vast majority of the power she had accumulated from the power grid when she had used the Large Hadron spell, she still had more than enough left over to keep herself going for the time being. She looked down at herself - and, if her cheeks hadn't been made of blue metal at the time, she would have blushed. "And I thought Mark III had drawbacks . ."
Her clothing had been completely obliterated by the burst of power she had released. Not even shreds remained . . but, if she was honest with herself, there wasn't really much to be embarrassed over at present. Her entire body was currently made of metal, which . . covered everything surprisingly well, and the Mark Infinity spell didn't seem likely to wear off in the near future . . which meant she had to take advantage of it. A certain rocket needed to be destroyed.
But first she at least needed to find a spare shirt or something. Being made of metal was all good and well, but imagine if Pierce saw her like this.
. . Not that she particularly cared if Pierce, as opposed to any other boy she knew, saw her like this! - she would be equally embarrassed if Lync, for example, saw her this way. For sure.
A thought struck her, and she suddenly realised that Rolfe had to have gotten a 'good view' while she blew him up. Well, now she was just even more determined to smash his rocket.
As she scrambled her way out of the wreckage and back up into the dining hall, Tyria, her arm acting on autopilot, tore a chunk of aluminium wire from what had been the roof, placed it in her mouth and chewed, swallowing it.
~P's E~
Totomaru had a sweat drop so large that, if it were not imaginary, it would weigh almost as much as the woman draped over him.
Not long after leaving the group, he, Hare and Fleur had run into a small contingent of soldiers. No problem, right?
Except that one of them had dealt a lucky blow to Hare's head, and the Speed wizard was now unconscious. As Fleur feared for her life should Hare wake to find her carrying her, it had fallen to Totomaru to carry the unfortunate woman.
Fleur strode ahead as he lagged behind, and the fact that they seemed to have already taken out all of the soldiers in the area contributed to enough peace and quiet that it gave Totomaru a good chance to think.
It wasn't that he was unaware of Hare's feelings for him, she was painfully obvious about it. But . . he didn't like her in the same way, and didn't think he ever would.
But he could hardly tell her that! It was Hare, one of the most ferocious and psychopathic wizards in Phoenix's Eye! . . Granted, recent events had made him wonder if he and Fleur were the only sane wizards in the guild, but that made his point all the more apparent. How was he supposed to let her down without making her go ballistic?
"I suppose if the worst comes to the worst, Juvia and Gajeel can put in a good word for me with Fairy Tail's master," the fire wizard muttered, and decided that for the time being, he would muddle through and hope for the best.
Slung over his shoulder, Hare cracked an eye open and inwardly grinned. Her plan to pretend to be unconscious and make Totomaru carry her was genius!
Suddenly, there was a flare of blue light in the corridor before them, and a blue shape smashed through the wall in front of Fleur, powering across the corridor and continuing in the same direction.
Fleur reared back and blinked, before turning to Totomaru and shrugging, before using sign language to communicate the fact that she thought that looked an awful lot like Tyria.
"Well, if it was her, she's sure in a hurry for some reason," Totomaru commented, rushing forwards and beckoning. "Come on, we gotta catch up,"
~P's E~
Pierce and Grace ran through the building, searching desperately for any sign of their friends. They had searched the upper levels and were rushing down the stairs at present - when, suddenly, they had to stop. A massive hole had been forced through the building, cutting away the stairs beneath them.
"Whoa. What did this?" Pierce asked, and the Dragon Slayer paused, sniffing. "It smells like Tyria,"
The Tamer almost did a double-take, staring at the greenette. "Seriously? Tyria did this? I knew she's been getting stronger, but . . wow,"
"She probably just didn't have time to go around all the pesky walls. I feel like that all the time," Grace pointed out, carefully jumping down into the tunnel.
Pierce joined her, still shocked. "Yeah, but it's one thing to teleport through walls, quite another to smash them," he reasoned.
"Well, tell her off when we catch up to her. Let's go!" Grace declared, running off. Pierce was about to follow, but heard footsteps. He turned to see Totomaru, Fleur and Hare (who was still feigning unconsciousness) rushing towards him. "Come on!" he beckoned.
~P's E~
"What the hell is that thing?" Boomer asked, gazing up at Lord Rolfe's rocket. As a Fiorean born and bred, the idea of a rocket was outside his comprehension and he had never heard of any such thing. "Extremely weird modern architecture?"
"According to my Archive, it's a rocket. Built to go into outer space," Sarph briefly explained. The two were standing on the fringes of the courtyard where the machine had been built, and trying to determine if it was a threat.
"Space? Why would anyone want to go there?" the Sound wizard asked in confusion, and his S-Class teammate shrugged. "I don't know,"
Sarph paused, looking up at the scaffolding surrounding the rocket. "Hey, there's someone up there!"
High above them, on the opposite side of the courtyard, Lord Rolfe was scrabbling through the scaffolding's maintenance platforms, trying desperately to get into the rocket before Tyria caught up with him. He had just reached the top platform when there was an explosion from the section of the court to the two Phoenixes' left.
"TechType Mark Infinity: Sixty-Four Pulse Kinetic Air Raid!" Tyria, still in full metal Mark Infinity mode, but having procured a coat and a pair of shorts, shouted, as the massive gear wings of her Mark III form manifested out of raw energy and unleashed a barrage of laser pulses, which tore through the lower level of the supports that Rolfe was standing on.
However, even as the scaffolding collapsed underneath him, Rolfe leapt through the door, pressing himself into the seat and rapidly manipulating the controls to initiate take-off.
The rocket rumbled, as its engines burst to life. Tyria, hovering in place, 's glass-coated eyes widened in fear. "No!" she shrieked, charging another attack, aimed directly at the rocket. "TechType Mark Infinity: Redacted Variable Hyperlaser!" A piercing lance of blue energy burst from her outstretched arms, arcing towards the rocket in a destructive pulse - and, as the rocket jerked upwards, it passed harmlessly underneath the vehicle, disappearing into the plumes of flame that were being funnelled into a dispersion tunnel system beneath the city.
"Tyria!" Boomer shouted as he and Sarph rushed towards her. "What's going on?"
The mechanised girl shot them a brief glance, before shaking her head and shouting, "I'll explain later. Destroy the rocket!"
"Ah, small problem with that," Sarph pointed out, gesturing to the rocket, which, even now, was flying up into the sky, steadily gaining speed.
At this point, the rest of the Phoenixes caught up, and the teen tire group was reunited, sans Lync. "Tyria, what -" Pierce trained off, taking in her current appearance. "Wow, that is cool,"
"Flatter me later," Tyria smiled weakly, feeling the exhaustion, but commanding her body not to give up on her just yet. "That rocket needs to be stopped,"
And, with that, she coated her wings in blue energy, before rocketing upwards in pursuit of the spaceship. With bated breath, her teammates watched her go, and, as she flew, the magic energy shielding her body flared out behind her in a trail of light. Watching Tyria fly in pursuit above them, it was almost as though she were a mighty, azure phoenix.
"Okay, now I really want to know what's going on," Boomer commented, and the whole group looked away as new footsteps approached. "Figures you lot would all be in the last place I look," Lync groaned, finally catching up. "But don't worry. I can fill you all in on everything you missed,"
A/N
A/N
Man, that opening scene . . Grace is a twisted little girl. XD Hare's probably a bad influence. XD
No. It simply is not possible for Tyria to come up with a powerful attack that has less than five words in its name.
Seriously, though; her ultimate attack - and Large Hadron is her ultimate attack, in the same way that Urano Metrion is Lucy's ultimate attack - 's full name is the TechType Mark Infinity: Hyper-Accelerated Electric Particle Warhead; Large Hadron. That's a 10-word, 25-syllable phrase, which single-handedly takes up an entire row of text on my device, that she has to shout out every time she uses it. Long attack names are one of the defining traits of TechType magic, but even I think that's pushing it. XD And yes, like how Lucy spent a while unable to invoke Urano Metrion on her own, it will be a while before Tyria has the strength to even try to use it without fusing with an entire city's magic reserves. (And I think that merging with Teslon is a way better reason to prematurely unlock a super-attack than Hibiki spontaneously teaching Lucy it with 'Hyper-Magic'. That never sat well with me.)
Oh, and yes, I did name it after the Large Hadron Collider.
I suppose I should mention the Redacted Variable Hyperlaser as well . . basically, the Sixty-Four Pulse Kinetic Air Raid works best when targeting a group. It only worked against Mylene because she can block individual attacks, but not a large series of attacks all launched at once. However, the Hyperlaser is, as a general rule, more effective against individual targets. It's like, the Air Raid is sixty-four small attacks that are all 1/64 the strength of the Hyperlaser, which is a single attack that is 64 times as strong as any one of the blasts from the Air Rald.
Anyway. I really hope you all enjoyed what I believe was Tyria's best fight scene yet. I spent a long time trying to get it just right, and I'm pretty satisfied with the result. I hope you all agree. ^^
That, plus more love triangle fluff. XD Peace!