Empire of Andrew

Oceara wrote:

Alejandro would begin casting spells to solidify natural magic nearby Elizabeth trying to trap her or at least slow her down enough to be easier to hit.

Sterkistan wrote:

The Sterkian battlegroup opened up, the Electromasters utilizing their 'Railgun' ability to launch projectiles at extreme speed toward Elizabeth.

The rest of the forces waited for extra orders, they needed to know how Elizabeth would respond to the initial attack.

Elizabeth would slow briefly, allowing Koenig to score a few hits. Forge and the Electromancers would have their projectiles abruptly fall to the ground. Sokolov appeared in a burst of lightning, chanting in Latin, strange bursts of magic racing toward Elizabeth. She glared at him, tendrils bursting from the ground to seize him. A shield formed around him, electricity frying the tendrils.
Elizabeth seemed to concentrate, and then, hundreds of tendrils were shooting out toward everyone, to try to infect or impale and kill them. Alex formed a shield around her to try to intercept them, but it quickly shattered.

As the fighting commenced, a group of Jedi sent by the Republic would maintain some distance from Elizabeth in order to prepare themselves for Battle Meditation. They hoped that by raising the mental and physical efficiency of their allies, as well as possibly demoralizing Elizabeth, they could gain an advantage over Alexander's former lover. If Elizabeth is too powerful for the demoralizing effects of Battle Meditation, then the Jedi would have to resort to slowing her down to the best of their abilities.

Oceara wrote:

Alejandro would be reinforced by the teleportation of both Klein and Mobius, as the three would all cast Soul Arrows to fire fragments of their own souls at the tendrils which upon getting close enough would allow the three Soul mages to cast a spell to convert the tendrils to light before recalling their soul arrows back to their bodies.

Elizabeth, in response, would stop attacking an concentrate. All around her, biomass began to spread exponentially, large pustules growing. Six pustules formed, and six large organisms, quadrupeds with large muscles protected under plates of hardened biomass armor, emerged, sharp claws at the end of their limbs, tendrils emerging from their shoulders to seize targets and infect them. Hunters. The Hunters began charging the Soul Mages, arrows intercepted by a shimmering green shield of psionic energy Elizabeth had set up.

Felucian Planetary Republic wrote:

As the fighting commenced, a group of Jedi sent by the Republic would maintain some distance from Elizabeth in order to prepare themselves for Battle Meditation. They hoped that by raising the mental and physical efficiency of their allies, as well as possibly demoralizing Elizabeth, they could gain an advantage over Alexander's former lover. If Elizabeth is too powerful for the demoralizing effects of Battle Meditation, then the Jedi would have to resort to slowing her down to the best of their abilities.

Elizabeth was confused. Her head was spinning, full of visions of Alex dead, or spurning her for someone else. The shields protecting the Hunters flickered and failed as she tried to clear her head, trying to locate the source of this unwelcome intrusion.
As she focused on the Jedi’s interference, Sokolov began preparing a highly forbidden ritual from the Necronomicon, painting patterns of blood on the ground and lighting candles. Alex looked at him in bewilderment.
“What are you doing? A ritual in combat?”
“Summoning Nyarlathotep!”
“ARE YOU INSANE?”
“I believe you already know the answer to that! And it will help, it doesn’t want its entertainment threatened by the hivemind!”
Koenig kept firing from a distance, a series of Assaultrons teleporting in, lasers charging to blast the distracted Elizabeth as Forge fired round after round into her.

Oceara wrote:

Interesting Fact:
The Ocearan Standard Issue rifle of the Great African War became the Symbol of Militias & Revolutionaries in the Ocearan Sphere of Influence. This was due to the fact that tens of million of them were built, were easy to operate, fast to produce, and had immense ammo capacity (instead of a traditional detachable box magazine, the ammo was inside the sling which attached to the top of the rifle and had hundreds of rounds feeding into the rifle by gravity.) -- all combined with the sheer volumes of the rifles that were sent to the Federalists in their struggles against the Monarchists and the Independent Warlords.

These rifles, despite their status as "moderately-effective" cheap mass-produced weapons for mass mobilization forces, continued to find use for an incredibly long time after they were discarded by any of the world's militaries among Revolutionaries and Militias sympathetic to the Ocearans. It is the AK-47 of the Ocearan World.

Interesting!

From Sokolov’s bloody ritual painting, after quite a bit of chanting from him, a figure made of shadows materialized, wearing a suit, with red eyes but few other features.
Nyarlathotep looked around, locking eyes with Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth Green.”
“Nyarlathotep. Did you come here to die?”
Alex raised an eyebrow. They knew each other? That was somewhat surprising.
Forge peppered Nyarlathotep with bullets, only for him to casually direct them back in his direction with a wave.
“I’m not here to kill you, at least not now. I’m here for her.”
He drew a dagger covered in runes from thin air, and outstretched his free hand toward Elizabeth, purple lightning racing toward her.
Alex took this opportunity to ram his hand into the ground. A series of large biomass spikes burst from the ground and impaled Elizabeth, suspending her, briefly open to attack. A few more Hunters grew from the ground and headed over to Alex, only for him to use his free hand to shoot bundles of tendrils at them, temporarily snaring them so others could kill them. He needed to concentrate to keep Elizabeth from just destroying the spikes and freeing herself. Elizabeth was still seemingly focusing on her inner conflict rather than the world around her, though more pustules grew from the ground, spawning three former physics, their bodies augmented with Redlight. One of them was the Orsonian psychic who had been infected, his uniform in tatters, but powers undiminished. Elizabeth’s voice directed him.
“Kill or infect them all, but spare Alexander. He will be mine again in time, but the others are disposable if they cannot join us.”
One of them, a former Banshee, began battling the Soul Mages, hurling telekinetic projectiles and sending bouts of magical flame shooting toward them. The other sent lightning toward Nyarlathotep, as well as intercepting the lightning sent from him, biomass writhing as he was hit. The Orsonian was given more freedom, Elizabeth trusting his judgement, giving it something approaching free will, still devoted to Redlight and Elizabeth but with the ability to operate mostly independently.