Though the health bars had been steadily ticking down, it wasn't nearly as encouraging to see numerical progress as it was to see a head finally, finally smash down to the ground and lay there motionless. Fortunately for the party, they were about to see some hard-earned results, as three heads had been brought down in quick succession.
Leyfalia had gotten to place a killing blow on one of Orochi's heads - not exactly the most crowning achievement under normal circumstances, but this wasn't a normal circumstance. Leyfalia had been so dreadfully underleveled that getting to do something like this had surely felt like an actual contribution. Not many others under level 20 could boast having done something like this, even with aid.
Together, Noblesse and Talebrook made quick work of the Poison head, which had stood no chance between Noblesse's relentless, feral tearing through the beast's throat, and Talebrook's elemental crit. The Lightning head was felled - nearly decapitated, really, only stopped by the limitations of the game's engine when it came to regular model damage - by Gorre's many powerful strikes encircling its neck in a spiral. Perhaps it was for the best that the graphics did not normally permit for spiralized snakes and associated bursts of entrails.
And, of course, Mouse's devastating lightning strike, though not an elemental critical nor especially empowered, had still come from a player who was over level 40 and wielding a more than decent weapon. The Earth head screamed skyward as the bolt of elecrticity struck, its skeleton momentarily flashing through its body like in a cartoon X-Ray moment. A giant chunk of its HP had been simply removed from the equation!
"Perhaps---perhaps I had underestimated you," wheezed Orochi's head of flame, "but you mustn't get too cocky. For I am the immortal Orochi, and you are merely pests dancing on my dinnerplate for my amusement!"
Coming from a serpent that looked as if it would sweat if it had sweat glands, that sounded pretty rich.
[The bell rings. The Lightning head acquires divinity!]
[The bell rings. The Earth head acquires divinity!]
[The Dark head is roaring!]
[The Wind head is roaring!]
[Orochi slams the ground with his body, sending a shockwave through the arena! (Arena-wide AOE)]
[The Fire head breathes scorching flames at Ornery!]
[The Dark head breathes corrupting shadow at Caduceus!]
"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Eight heads just means you've got eight times as much hot air in ya!"
Yet again, Ornery endured both of the roars and emerged un-Flinched, and yet again, he'd been too far up in the air to get caught up in the ground slam AoE. He hadn't, however, been too far up for the Fire head to see him whizzing around and belch a gout of flames in his general direction, forcing Ornery to quickly change his trajectory - but not quickly enough. He cussed as the flames burned at his HP bar, a far more significant hit than he anticipated.
It didn't actually do an enormous amount of damage - not as much as it would've if he was of-level for this raid - but his defense had gotten cut significantly thanks to Sid opting to reside inside him, insidiously and inconsiderately subsidising his aggression.
(That was a lot of words with "Sid" somewhere in them. He personally thought he deserved a bronze star for effort in thinking all of them up, in this particular moment.)
"Oh, you bastard---I'm gonna get you! ... Oh, wait, I can't." Ornery clicked his tongue, disappointed at seeing the Fire head's divine status, a reminder of his inability to strike back.
"... Later. I'm going to get you later."
On second thought, he couldn't actually do a whole lot. He could harm none of these heads, and he was very well aware of it. Something inside him wondered - what would happen if he took the Profane Sword to one of these? Would the beast's divinity stand up to whatever lurked within that weapon's code?
Wouldn't it be fun?
"Ugh--no, I have to focus." Ornery shook his head, brows furrowed. Berserk didn't prevent him from using items. He could still contribute without resorting to those kinds of methods.
He could still switch weapons to Idolatry, could still lob 8 Purification Sake into the Dark head's mouth, and, once the divine glow faded from its rended scales, could still rush towards it wielding a pair of glowsticks in a manner far more threatening than a glowstick has ever been wielded before.
His weapons may have looked ridiculous, and yet, a Light-aspected Sparrow Counter didn't feel any less like a guillotine heading straight for the Dark head's neck.
"... Big numbers," Ornery commented, impressed by his own performance.
Was that a crit? Maybe it was a crit.
Whichever way it was, the Dark head was now Poisoned.