The Western Mountains

[Olvelsper]

Jan shifted back to his mundane self as he followed after, not trusting his bigger body to be any help on this broken road. "We need extra firepower, and quick. Yomi! Please, get me the spear to slay the undead!"

[Shukuen]

"One spear isn't going to cut it, Jan," Leets shot back as the group retreated. "We're outnumbered five-to-one if we're lucky, and even if we have the weapon, we can't even get close to that demon."

"What we need is an army, or a bleedin' orbital cannon!"

[Olvelsper]

"Orbital cannon? What's that?" Jan asked, blinking at the boy as they retreated. "Still, I need something to help you guys with now that my other form isn't an option here."

Receiving the spear from Yomi, he thanked the guardian and continued rushing on. The flashes of light from above causing his vision to glare here and there as he ran.

[Dracos]

The ground shook, the path tearing apart behind them and sending them falling after the lion...landing on top of it in a bruised and painful pile a ways down the mountain.  The thunder of conflict could still be heard, but it seemed the fall had given them short respite from their pursuers.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets didn't elaborate further then "Big Effin' Space Gun" as the party continued their retreat from the main skirmish on the mountain top... at least until the path apparently gave out on them.

There was certainly no need to ponder what god they pissed off while in the pile.

[Olvelsper]

"Ugh...we're really getting our rears handed to us this day." Jan painfully pulled himself away from the pile, helping the others back up to their feet.

[Shukuen]

Muttering some thanks while being helped up, Leets spent a few moments reorienting himself while the titans clashed on the mountaintop.

"So what's the plan now?" Leets glanced at the broken path where the party fell. "Should we help the gods settle their differences - " A brief shudder at a rather colorful explosion. " - or do we try to get the rest of the starstones while their distracted?"

[Dracos]

The lion roared indingitly at the bottom of the pile.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Let's help the Mountain King first." The negotiator set off to do so, ignoring the explosions from above for now. "Then...who knows."

[Dracos]

The Lion had a few wounds, but looked proud as his stumbled to his feet after everyone got off of him.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Regardless, isn't there anything we can do to help even the odds up there?" Jan growled as he observed the terrain for another path to take.

[Dracos]

"I don't odds of being overwhelmed up there.  Not that I'm chicken or nothin', but that guy was lashing even with that floating guy that smashed us all but good."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan ducked slightly, hunched over the lion as he saw about tending to some of his wounds. "I don't like running away and leaving Fizban behind."

[Shukuen]

"There's nothing much we can do right now," Leets argued, though he agreed with Jan against leaving the old-man-who-wasn't behind.

"Not unless someone can get up close without getting fried anyway."

[Dracos]

"Well...we can't just get up there and drag him free of the fight."  Mary mused.

Dracos