Project Mage

With a sly grin, the Headmaster taunted Kintovar, "You'll find it quite challenging to hit me, Kintovar. Your technology alone won't be enough."

The Headmaster's yellow energy surged around Kintovar's remaining skyborne bombs, and her control over them became apparent. The hovering bombs began to shift in the air, aligning themselves with the Headmaster's will.

With a mocking and taunting tone, the Headmaster addressed Kintovar,

"Oh, Kintovar, you tried," she began, "You designed these bombs with magical resistance, hoping they'd be immune to my psychic abilities. But you underestimated my power."

The Headmaster's yellow energy swirled and intensified around the hovering bombs. She uses her complete concentration as she strained to surpass the magical resistance that Kintovar had built into the bombs.

"It takes a bit of effort, I admit, but with enough focus, I can override that magical resistance you so carefully crafted."

She paused briefly, relishing the moment, before continuing with a sadistic glee, "How does it feel, Kintovar, to be undone by your own inventions? Your creations turned against you."

With those cruel words, the Headmaster unleashed the controlled bombs, sending them toward Kintovar with devastating force, a sinister smile on her face as she relished the prospect of using Kintovar's own technology against her.

As the controlled bombs hurtled towards her, Kintovar thought to herself, “I don’t believe this! She's willing to strain her powers that much in order to take me out?"

In the face of the approaching controlled bombs, Kintovar's mind raced. She had to think quickly to avoid the impending explosion. With an idea in mind, she leaped into action and began spinning around with a sense of urgency. Sweatdrops formed on her forehead.

However, the Headmaster's psychic control over the bombs proved relentless. With a malevolent grin, she triggered the explosion. The resulting blast enveloped Kintovar, sending shockwaves of force and fiery debris in all directions. Kintovar was caught in the explosive maelstrom, her body obscured by the fiery turmoil.

The battlefield trembled with the destructive force, and for a moment, it seemed as though Kintovar had been consumed by the explosion. The flames and smoke came outward, obscuring the outcome of this fierce confrontation.

In the midst of the chaos, the Headmaster stood triumphantly believing she had finally vanquished her longtime adversary.

As the thick smoke began to dissipate, revealing the aftermath of the explosive confrontation, the Headmaster's confusion deepened. All that remained in the place where Kintovar had stood was her jacket, billowing gently in the aftermath of the blast.

The Headmaster's eyes widened with surprise and disbelief as she gazed at the empty jacket. Her earlier confidence waned, replaced by a sense of unease.

Aimathema muttered to herself, "Where did she go? How could she have survived that explosion?"

As the Headmaster continued to scan the battlefield, her heightened speed causing her movements to appear in haste, she remained unaware of Kintovar's stealthy approach. The grappling hook, a versatile tool in Kintovar's arsenal, shot out from behind her, its magnetic attachment locking onto the Headmaster's form.

Before the Headmaster could react, she could hear Kintovar speaking with amusement and confidence, "Wasn't that pretty clever?"

The Headmaster, taken by surprise as the grappling hook secured its hold on her, could only muster a startled gasp before she felt herself being pulled back towards Kintovar.

Kintovar's strategic foresight shone through as she stepped forward, her jacket discarded and her red uniform-like shirt and black pants on full display. The Headmaster, ensnared by the grappling hook and pulled closer to Kintovar, had been caught off guard by her adversary's quick thinking.

With the Headmaster drawn to a precise point, Kintovar revealed her ace in the hole—a skyborne bomb. "I had a feeling you might try something like that. Always plan ahead, right? Your Psychic Dominion almost made me forget, but I've prepared for this very moment!"

With unwavering resolve, Kintovar threw the bomb at the Headmaster, simultaneously triggering its detonation. The device burst forth with a brilliant display of destructive power.

Once it exploded, it unleashed a shockwave through the battlefield with the Headmaster caught in the heart of the blast. She took the full brunt of the detonation.

Kintovar emerged from the aftermath of the explosion, bearing visible signs of the intense battle. Scorches and bruises adorned her body, but she ignored her wounds. With one hand on her side, she looked on while only briefly adjusting her sunglasses.

The Headmaster was now laying on the ground amidst the wreckage. She got to her knees with her anger and frustration boiling over.

"Damn you, Kintovar!" she seethed with rage. "Your accursed technology...your damned inventions! You will pay for this!"

The Headmaster with seething rage unleashed her magical energy with intense focus. Her attention was now entirely fixed on Kintovar who bore visible signs of the intense battle and it was at the very moment that she was adjusting her sunglasses too.

With a wicked grin, the Headmaster declared, "Your jacket is not on you right now, Kintovar. Your magical resistance has lessened significantly hasn’t it?!" She ended the Psychic Dominion, releasing Kintovar's mind from its grip.

Kintovar, with her mind no longer jumbled by the Headmaster's psychic powers, found herself suspended in the air.

"I couldn't fully lift you before, thanks to that Magical resistant jacket of yours. But now, without it, I'll send you on a One-way trip to the moon, right where you belong!"

The Headmaster focused her power, her eyes locked onto Kintovar who was now in the sky.

Kintovar was propelled upward by the Headmaster's magic; however, Kintovar had a trick up her sleeve. With quick thinking and precision, she deployed her grappling hook, sending it soaring towards the Headmaster.

A moment of realization flickered across the Headmaster's face as she thought,

"I can't switch my focus in time!"

It was too late. The grappling hook snagged the Headmaster’s body which prevented her from fully casting Kintovar into the void of space.

Kintovar, with a confident smirk, addressed the Headmaster as they began falling from the sky. "You see, Headmaster Aimathema, when it comes to technology, I always have a few tricks up my sleeve. Sending me to the moon? That's child's play compared to what I can do."

As they plummeted through the sky, their banter continued. The Headmaster spoke with confidence, "I can still end you from up here, Kintovar. My control over psychic energy is unmatched, and as long as I'm within my aura's domain, even in the sky, I can manipulate the flow of my body."

Kintovar, still smirking, replied, "Oh, I have no doubt about your power, Headmaster. You just failed to notice one thing. So long as we're falling together, you're not the only one who can make a move. You see, Headmaster Aimathema, I've anticipated a situation like this," Kintovar continued carrying a note of satisfaction. "I've developed these little wonders called ‘Psychic Jamming Pods’. They emit powerful psychic jamming waves, disrupting mental and magical abilities. It's a handy little invention that can create areas of psychic interference, making it quite challenging for mages to cast spells or maintain their concentration."

The Headmaster's eyes widened in realization, understanding the significance of Kintovar's invention. "You…You planned for this to happen!?"

Kintovar nodded confidently. "Indeed. Timing is everything when it comes to battle, hag. And now that I've set the stage, it's time for the grand finale."

With that, Kintovar activated the Psychic Jamming Pods and released them to the sky environment. The pods emitted waves of psychic interference, creating an aura of disruption around them. The Headmaster's control over her psychic abilities began to waver as the interference took effect.

The Headmaster's confidence waned as the Psychic Jamming Pods disrupted her abilities. Her once-powerful yellow aura faded from around Kintovar, leaving her momentarily defenseless. She stammered, struggling to maintain her composure.

"What...what is this? My powers...they're fading,” she muttered, "How…how did you... manage to counter my psychic abilities!?"

Kintovar, still descending with the Headmaster, couldn't help but smile. "Technology. Ever heard about it? It has its advantages and I also heard it could not only rival but surpass magic! Doesen’t that sound intriguing?."

Kintovar and the Headmaster continued to descend towards the ground. Kintovar's quick thinking led her to release the grappling hook and search for something else to latch onto. However, with only sand below, her options were limited.

Kintovar made a bold decision. She hurled one of her remaining skyborne bombs downward, knowing that it was her only chance to halt their rapid descent.

"Activate anti-gravitational field!" Kintovar commanded,

The bomb activated and began to emit a powerful anti-gravitational field, counteracting their fall, but it has only done so much.

Despite the immense difficulty of the task, Kintovar wrestled with the bomb's controls, struggling to regain control of their descent. The sand below rushed up towards them, but Kintovar’s resourcefulness were her greatest assets in that moment. She refused to give in to the impending impact.

Becky and Sybil, locked in their own battle against the mages, couldn't help but glance skyward when they noticed Kintovar falling from the heavens. The sight was unexpected and concerning, especially considering the rapid descent.

Becky, her earth magic still swirling around her custom hammer, exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that the doc up there? She's falling fast!"

Sybil, her sword gleaming with residual magical energy from her earlier attacks, nodded in agreement. "It looks like she's in trouble. We have to do something!"

The two of them disengaged from their current foes and dashed towards the point where Kintovar was slowly descending.

The remaining 10 mages noticed the distraction caused by Kintovar's unexpected descent and the sudden departure of Becky and Sybil from their battle. They seized the opportunity to regroup and make their move. With disdain for technology, they fired off a barrage of magical attacks while hurling disparaging comments at the approaching duo.

"You think you can just abandon our little fight, Earth Mage? We won't let you interfere!"

"These two are just the lapdogs of that technophile! Let's show them why magic rules!"

"Ice will freeze your technology, and Earth will crush it! You won’t escape me, Windy!"

The mages conjured fire, ice, lightning, and earth, launching their elemental assaults in rapid succession. Each attack aimed to disrupt Becky and Sybil's advance.

Becky responded to the taunts of the three mages with her own fiery spirit.

"Oh, you fucking fiery-haired mage! You're gonna be so hot that you'll melt before your magic even warms up!"

Becky turned her attention to the mage with lightning magic.

"And you with the electricity! Maybe you should try a different outlet because your sparks are gonna eat my damn dust!"

Lastly, she confronted the mage with ice magic.

"And you, Ice-cold, huh? Well, I hope you brought your mittens for the heat my trail is gonna blaze on you!"

Sybil, usually the quieter of the two said lowly, "Becky, maybe we shouldn't engage with their comments like that. It could distract us from what we are about to do."

Becky replied with a wink, “Sometimes you've just got to give 'em a taste of their own medicine. Besides, I know deep down you'd love to join in on bashing them too! These bastards looked down on us, Sybil! Give them hell! Come on! Don’t hold back on me now girl! Let me hear it!"

Sybil blushed slightly but couldn't help but smile. “Ummm….maybe later…”

Kintovar meanwhile continued to struggle with the skyborne bomb's controls. She braced herself for a potentially harsh landing. However, to her surprise, just as the sand below rushed up towards them, a strong and steady pair of hands reached out and caught her. It was Becky who had managed to reach Kintovar in the nick of time with a firm grip.

Kintovar looked up at Becky with relief and gratitude, her sunglasses slightly askew from the intense descent. "Becky, you're a lifesaver!”

Meanwhile, the Headmaster descended rapidly behind them. She hit the ground with a loud thud. Becky, Kintovar and Sybil looked on watching the impact of the headmaster against the ground.

“Hey doc, is it over?”

“We’ll see in a moment…”