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▪ Location: ???
▪ Alone
clang
The katana fell from Mylar's hand. Mylar's hand. Not Schilva's. Not Schilva Flasch's.
The veneer was gone. The light was gone. The glory of the battlefield, the fearlessness and bravado to raise a blade against the encroaching foe, be it compound eyes lit with feverish glare or man-machine hybrid quipping through its massacre. It was all gone.
Mylar Ouyang, delusional and immature and dysfunctional and wanting, alone.
But not quite.
You are far more stupid than any human has a right to be.
"N-No...nononono..."
Finding his voice again, Mylar felt fear rush along with adrenaline into his veins. Moving faster than he could ever recall, his hands shot down as his knees buckled, picking up the fallen katana from the pitch-black plane that served as the ground. Somewhere to stand on, at least.
Scrambling to his feet, he couldn't recall what stance he should take, merely holding out the point of his sword to-
To what?
To ward off the implacable force that was Szofrit, Mother of Machines? With a single blade?
You were not the first. You will not be the last. But you are next.
"Don't! Don't come any closer!"
Gone. It was all gone.
Gone was the dexterity that helped him catch
@Frey Elzeiros as they jumped into his arms. Gone was the tenacity with which he had ridden alongside
@Madison Freebird,
@Jin,
@Cynna,
@Valmont,
@Aerial,
@Jester and
@Nyancy.
He remembered them, their names and faces, each and every one.
@Sol, who had repelled a cave bear alongside him,
@Zelrius,
@Ilusa Nakhalee and Seto Kurama, whose rescue of King
@Astor brought them together,
@Elizabeth Lixshine and
@Hanno Futaba, who had marched a country road beside him,
@Brutus Dahlgren and Harukami, who nearly mistook him for a villain,
@Tick Tock and
@Luthien and
@Ash Vargold, who did, did and did not respect his coquito-making skills, respectively,
even
@Lady N, who he believed could still be saved.
Would they remember him,
each and every one?
You are going to die.
Paralysed by fear, sweating hands clutched the sword. A lethal weapon, fine steel, reduced to uselessness in Mylar's clumsy, untrained hands. This was no lifeline, this was a drowning man's final straw.
She was right. Szofrit was right. What could someone as useless as Mylar Ouyang,
as forgettable as Mylar Ouyang,
as cowardly and fearful as Mylar Ouyang
do against her, the unified nexus of an infinite machine consciousness? What guarantee would there be that she would even stay six feet under if she were to be hypothetically slain? Oh, face it, Mylar, you idiot.
He was going to die.
Looking down, eyes wanting to focus on anything but the harbinger of his impending doom, Mylar's gaze sweeps along the reflection upon his blade, down towards the hilt.
There. The tiny shell. Small enough to fit snugly in the palm of his hand. The clasp had come undone when the katana had fallen to the ground, popping it open to reveal the mirror inside.
The Hero's Reflection.
"HEY! STOP MOPING, YOU!"
A faint voice was calling to him. Perhaps it was a hallucination born of fear, his brain's last hurrah before inevitable doom, the human instinct to fight like a cornered animal before succumbing; regardless, its intrigue overrode Mylar's terror for just long enough.
"Get up, man! She's going to kill us otherwise!"
Stunned by the appearance of Schilva Flasch's panicked yet still dashingly handsome face yelling at him from inside the inexplicably glittering mirrorpane, Mylar could only question one thing as he straightened his back and propped his stance upright;
"Us?"
"Uh, yeah?! Come on, quick! Use those legs or lose those legs!"
Acquiescing to the order, something more than muscle memory sparked in Mylar's limbs. Conscious and unconscious became one, no guillotine touching a single hair on his head. Flawless evasion.
"Now! From behind! SILVER...!"
Aiming for Szofrit's exposed back, Mylar knew the words before Schilva could finish. They left his mouth even before his blades swooped forwards with impossible speed.
"SILVER FLASH!"
"Well, would you look at that..."
(BA) Duelist
+30 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.
(F) Momentum
(5 * 5) = 25 bonus momentum damage
Dynamism | Schilva Flasch
(P) Rover
All damage resulting from moving is halved.
Dynamism | Schilva Flasch
Sneak Attack
1d100 (95) + [40] + 15 + 15 + 25 + 60 = 250
250 damage
Sneak Attack successful.
40 damage added!
Dynamism | Schilva Flasch | 1745C1
Duel
▪ Damage: 7,379
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