02-28-2018, 09:28 AM
Myrtenaster clashed with Anderson’s blades with enough force to send a shower of sparks out in every direction. The ringing was almost loud enough to drown out the roaring wail of the inferno circling around them. This world had transformed from blood to flame, the blaze consuming the landscape.
Weiss assaulted her enemy with wild abandon, discarding any strategy but overwhelming attacks. Her eyes kept low as her ears burned. They were both running on fumes, their stamina all but spent in the long battles, and yet where Weiss’s hands trembled from exhaustion, Anderson’s eyes blazed with unshakeable tenacity.
Weiss couldn’t bring herself to meet those smoldering eyes with her own. Each of these fighters had so much resolve, so much strength from their ideals. In comparison, what was she fighting for? She had lost friends, family, reputation, even her humanity! Everything had been taken from her.
Weiss threw herself into her strikes with ferocity, determined to take the pastor down. She couldn’t take that stare any longer. Her blade moved so quickly it could have been three, but the paladin’s defences were as implacable as his faith. Ultimately, she spotted an opening and took it, hoping for at least a glancing blow to the Father’s side.
Shockingly, the preacher didn’t dodge, taking Weiss’s rapier directly to the chest; the preacher countered with a vicious slash that almost left the reckless warrior in two pieces. Weiss couldn’t see the damage, but the spray of blood and rush of blinding, searing pain gave her enough to know it was deep.
“That would’ve been a clean cut, if you just stayed still, lass.”
Weiss’s own response was a scream of agony as her world started spinning. Myrtenaster left her grasp as she drunkenly stumbled backwards. Her foot caught on something behind her, and Weiss felt gravity slam her down into the abyss. The world melting in response to Okor’s cataclysmic power, and Weiss could feel the heat of lava under her.
“So it will be at the end of the age. The heavenly agents will come forth, and separate the bad from among the righteous, and will cast them into the furnace of fire. There will be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.”
Weeping certainly did follow Anderson’s verse, but instead of gnashing, all the huntress could manage was a sigh.
“...Why bother?”
To her surprise, someone else answered back, in a familiar voice.
“Because it’s our duty to uphold and redeem our family name, and we resolved to do that as a huntress.”
Weiss looked to her left, and saw a younger version of herself speaking, fresh into beacon. It wasn’t just her, though. A smaller girl in a white dress also floated in front of her eyes.
“Because we wanted to save people, just like Grandpa and Winter!”
Finally, a third doppelganger appeared in front of her, this one wearing a familiar mask. Her amber gaze demanded Weiss’s attention.
“So we can find the one that did this, and make sure no one else suffers our fate.!”
Weiss blinked in surprise, as she saw these. They weren’t real, she knew that, but… maybe they didn’t have to be. The three locked eyes with her, and spoke with one, unified voice.
“Why do we fight?”
Weiss’s eyes closed for a moment. It felt like she’d found a rock in the middle of the storm.
“Because I want to protect people.”
Weiss caught herself just in time to land on the sheet of ice that had formed below her. She took a moment to catch herself, wincing from the savage pain of Anderson’s attack, before scaling the pit she’d fallen into with a few quick leaps. The renewed fighter landed right in front of the preacher, picking up her rapier
Weiss glowered at the preacher with steel in her eyes, flipping over the preacher’s head with grace.
“Ya still have some fire in ya?” the preacher asked with a grin, turning to meet his opponent from the other side.
Weiss’s response was a quickly charged cero, blasting him with scorching energy before her feet touched the ground. It knocked the priest to his knees, and Weiss followed up with a hard punch into the preacher’s gut and a sweep of the man’s legs before withdrawing.
Pursuing the source of the blaze, the revitalized warrior quickly found herself dodging a hail of needles with a high leap, grunting in pain as a few flechettes dug into her legs.
“Get your own prey, girly.” Kuzuru warned, but Weiss spared no time on speech, lunging with Myrtenaster. Kuzuru caught her predictable attack easily, blocking the blade with his own.
Weiss cut off the demon’s cocky grin by letting Myrtenaster drop from her hands, using the opportunity to fire a pair of bala in the Ashen Blade’s face. A few of Kuzuru’s teeth went flying as the incarnation of violence fell off his feet.
Only one opponent remained.
A conflagration of terror. A nightmare of nightmares. Okor had terrified her, did terrify her, but she remained resolute. The dreamscape around them followed suit, as she stared her opponent down. Ice formed to her back, as flames formed behind Okor’s, and a firm border between the two manifested between them.
“So, you are still… worthy.” Okor’s voice rumbled like the roaring fire he was consumed in.
“I haven’t given up on this world yet.” Weiss replied in a perfectly calm voice. The right half of her mask shattered into pieces as it approached its limit, and she could feel her strength slipping as blood drained from her wounds.
These next few seconds would decide her fate in this duel, but regardless of the ending, the huntress had cast off her regrets. She would give everything she had, standing for everything she cared about. A slight smile danced across her face as her fist tightened, ready for one last push.
Weiss assaulted her enemy with wild abandon, discarding any strategy but overwhelming attacks. Her eyes kept low as her ears burned. They were both running on fumes, their stamina all but spent in the long battles, and yet where Weiss’s hands trembled from exhaustion, Anderson’s eyes blazed with unshakeable tenacity.
Weiss couldn’t bring herself to meet those smoldering eyes with her own. Each of these fighters had so much resolve, so much strength from their ideals. In comparison, what was she fighting for? She had lost friends, family, reputation, even her humanity! Everything had been taken from her.
Weiss threw herself into her strikes with ferocity, determined to take the pastor down. She couldn’t take that stare any longer. Her blade moved so quickly it could have been three, but the paladin’s defences were as implacable as his faith. Ultimately, she spotted an opening and took it, hoping for at least a glancing blow to the Father’s side.
Shockingly, the preacher didn’t dodge, taking Weiss’s rapier directly to the chest; the preacher countered with a vicious slash that almost left the reckless warrior in two pieces. Weiss couldn’t see the damage, but the spray of blood and rush of blinding, searing pain gave her enough to know it was deep.
“That would’ve been a clean cut, if you just stayed still, lass.”
Weiss’s own response was a scream of agony as her world started spinning. Myrtenaster left her grasp as she drunkenly stumbled backwards. Her foot caught on something behind her, and Weiss felt gravity slam her down into the abyss. The world melting in response to Okor’s cataclysmic power, and Weiss could feel the heat of lava under her.
“So it will be at the end of the age. The heavenly agents will come forth, and separate the bad from among the righteous, and will cast them into the furnace of fire. There will be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.”
Weeping certainly did follow Anderson’s verse, but instead of gnashing, all the huntress could manage was a sigh.
“...Why bother?”
To her surprise, someone else answered back, in a familiar voice.
“Because it’s our duty to uphold and redeem our family name, and we resolved to do that as a huntress.”
Weiss looked to her left, and saw a younger version of herself speaking, fresh into beacon. It wasn’t just her, though. A smaller girl in a white dress also floated in front of her eyes.
“Because we wanted to save people, just like Grandpa and Winter!”
Finally, a third doppelganger appeared in front of her, this one wearing a familiar mask. Her amber gaze demanded Weiss’s attention.
“So we can find the one that did this, and make sure no one else suffers our fate.!”
Weiss blinked in surprise, as she saw these. They weren’t real, she knew that, but… maybe they didn’t have to be. The three locked eyes with her, and spoke with one, unified voice.
“Why do we fight?”
Weiss’s eyes closed for a moment. It felt like she’d found a rock in the middle of the storm.
“Because I want to protect people.”
Weiss caught herself just in time to land on the sheet of ice that had formed below her. She took a moment to catch herself, wincing from the savage pain of Anderson’s attack, before scaling the pit she’d fallen into with a few quick leaps. The renewed fighter landed right in front of the preacher, picking up her rapier
Weiss glowered at the preacher with steel in her eyes, flipping over the preacher’s head with grace.
“Ya still have some fire in ya?” the preacher asked with a grin, turning to meet his opponent from the other side.
Weiss’s response was a quickly charged cero, blasting him with scorching energy before her feet touched the ground. It knocked the priest to his knees, and Weiss followed up with a hard punch into the preacher’s gut and a sweep of the man’s legs before withdrawing.
Pursuing the source of the blaze, the revitalized warrior quickly found herself dodging a hail of needles with a high leap, grunting in pain as a few flechettes dug into her legs.
“Get your own prey, girly.” Kuzuru warned, but Weiss spared no time on speech, lunging with Myrtenaster. Kuzuru caught her predictable attack easily, blocking the blade with his own.
Weiss cut off the demon’s cocky grin by letting Myrtenaster drop from her hands, using the opportunity to fire a pair of bala in the Ashen Blade’s face. A few of Kuzuru’s teeth went flying as the incarnation of violence fell off his feet.
Only one opponent remained.
A conflagration of terror. A nightmare of nightmares. Okor had terrified her, did terrify her, but she remained resolute. The dreamscape around them followed suit, as she stared her opponent down. Ice formed to her back, as flames formed behind Okor’s, and a firm border between the two manifested between them.
“So, you are still… worthy.” Okor’s voice rumbled like the roaring fire he was consumed in.
“I haven’t given up on this world yet.” Weiss replied in a perfectly calm voice. The right half of her mask shattered into pieces as it approached its limit, and she could feel her strength slipping as blood drained from her wounds.
These next few seconds would decide her fate in this duel, but regardless of the ending, the huntress had cast off her regrets. She would give everything she had, standing for everything she cared about. A slight smile danced across her face as her fist tightened, ready for one last push.
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Summary:
Weiss got into a furious melee with Anderson, culminating with Anderson getting stabbed in the stomach and Weiss getting a serious gash starting at the shoulder and ending in the middle of her chest.
After jumping out of a giant pit, She smacked Anderson off his feet with a punch, kick, and a quick, not too damaging blast of cero.
She got in a quick fight with Kuzuru, and now has a few quills in her legs. Kuzuru got hit in the face with some bala, which got rid of a few teeth and probably only knocked him silly for a couple seconds.
Weiss used up the rest of her SP continuing to use her tier 1 power-up: An Ivory Visor for the round. 0/4 SP left.
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