Complete Lyrwick Wrong Turn, Lightning Burn

[Ayna Nietzsche]

Lyrwick. When Ayna Nietzsche first heard about this place, it was touted as a beacon of industry. But all that was apparently from before a calamity that befell the region. A meteor, or something akin to a celestial body, made a violent impact on the nearby region of Norfova, forever changing the landscape of Lyrwick, whether physically or financially. Ayna had to see it for herself, and a part of her regretted wanting to when she finally arrived. For someone whose sole purpose for making the journey was to get some semblance of a foothold, even if just a start, in terms of business, what greeted her was less than merry. Or was it?

Maybe I can still make something out of all this...lawlessness. Even in the real world, the world she came from, Ayna knew how to turn a bad situation into a good one. Although most people assumed she was devout in her worship of laws, rules, and responsibilities, all that they had perceived was incorrect. Ayna simply valued her freedom the most, her freedom to succeed, and she was so competent, that she could bear all the unnecessary suffocation that her boring workspace demanded of her. Maybe this is how it was always meant to be.

But all that was from three days ago.

"Hey there," a grinning Ayna swung her lightning-charged polearm around, her preferred weapon that combined the best features of a naginata and a guandao, except the end product was slimmer and more aerodynamic. The alley where she had made her entrance was cold, dark, and damp, three things that she didn't appreciate together. And yet here I am. Anything for a quick buck, eh? She made sure the blade of her weapon, cold and sharp steel, clanged against the walls that sandwiched her and the three people, maybe four, at the opposite end of that narrow space. "I'm afraid you dingleberries have something of mine."

Without waiting for their response, Ayna surged forward, and in a matter of seconds, took all three men down. Like a flash of lightning, each separate fork strikes a tree in the middle. Of course, Ayna had help. The space was to her advantage. Unlike the three idiots, her weapon had farther reach. She was able to poke and electrocute them without risking her own health. She would do that some other time. Quickest buck I ever made.

Soon, she was back out into the streets of Lyrwick, in a small settlement she was just passing through. That was when she bumped into him. Or more accurately, when he bumped into her. "Hey, man! Watch where you're going! I'm walking here!"

@Pete Simpson

 

[Chrys]

Lyrwick was not a place Pete Simpson wanted to visit. In fact, it was the very place he wanted to avoid. The whole spiel about lawlessness and greedy businessfolks? He's lived all that and more in the real world, and if anyone gave him the time, he'd tell them an entire week's worth of banana bread that it's not the kind of life you'd want to relive for your second life. But here he was, lost and confused, after accidentally getting bonked in the head by a muscled blacksmith carrying massive weapons for noble warriors and falling back-first into some merchant's wagon full of hay. What a bloody coincidence!

Or was it? Anyway, flash forward a few hours later and Pete was trying to find out where he was, though to no avail. Most of the nice folks he asked seemed suspicious of his super-angelic face while he didn't even dare ask the ruffian-looking...ruffians. Look, bruv, the game developers wouldn't waste their time sprinkling nice NPCs with the faces of bad ones. If it looks evil, it's probably evil. Pete's take on things was always simplistic, mostly because his mind was very simple.

There was a time, however, when that was not the case, but now wasn't the time to dwell on such things, on such cases. Pete had other things in mind, more important things, mostly how to get the hell out of there and back to civilization, where the random NPCs you pass by don't look like cultists or bandits or—

Thud!

Pete crashed into something he didn't realize what at first, though his hands acted on their own and squished something soft that they were still latched on to. When he finally saw the figure in front of him, which he still wasn't sure was a Player or just another well-done NPC, Pete just let out a chuckle and introduced himself. "Oh, hello! Didn't see you there. Name's Pete Simpson, and I'm a little lost. Where are we?" He asked before squishing the soft things with his hands, not even paying any attention to what they were.

@Ayna Nietzsche

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

It only dawned on Ayna that the man was touching her inappropriately when he introduced himself. The fact that his name sounded like a real name caught her attention first. What kind of idiot would use a real name in this illegal game? Puns were one thing but real names? That just seemed like a recipe for disaster to her.

Wait, maybe he's just an NPC? Her eyes then slowly wandered to her chest area, where his hands were making themselves more than comfortable. A combination of horror and terror washed over Ayna. What kind of an NPC would do something like that to a Player? A DEAD ONE, THAT'S WHAT!

With her polearm-wielding arm, Ayna forced his gross, perverted hands off of her before immediately kicking him further away without even moving. It was a fluid succession of moves that she had learned in the other world from a combination of movies her father and brothers loved to watch together before they, unfortunately, drifted apart and scattered lessons from unfinished self-defense seminars. Without missing a beat, Ayna feigned a polearm thrust, which she intended to be much slower than her killing strikes, wanting him to try and dodge it so she can slap him right after with the blunt end of her weapon.

"You're a little pervert, that's what you are!" The scowl on her face was enhanced by the fury she was feeling, offended at being violated, intentional or not. Ayna had never even been intimate with someone else. This may not be the real world, but that doesn't change the fact that he was out of line, and perhaps, out of his mind. "Where you're heading, Pete Simpson, you won't be getting lost. In fact, you won't be able to move!"

@Pete Simpson

 

[Chrys]

Everything just got out of hand. Literally. The next few moments felt like they were being fast-forwarded for Pete. One moment, he was squishing some soft things, the next he was getting attacked! Pete was much slower than this dog woman, physically and mentally. He was still processing his hands getting swatted away, just realizing at that second what they were grabbing, when he found himself already kicked off, stumbling backwards from the very gifted dog woman, bumping against the side of a passing wagon.

The very next thing he knew, she was trying to stab his eyes out. What violence! Instinctively, Pete managed to move out of the way, saving his eyeballs. Unfortunately, he was still too slow and could not dodge the blunt end of the polearm, getting whacked in the face with relative ease, his cheek immediately burning red from the sting. "Ouch, what the bloody hell are you doing, bruv?"

Her words only served to confuse him, though it slowly came to him again that he had been accidentally touching her inappropriately. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second! I didn't mean to do that!" He tried to dissuade her from further brutality, not wanting her to commit a crime out of rage and him to die out of miscommunication. "It's this place! I don't know this place! I have terrible space awareness!" That was partly true: Pete had always been oblivious to many things, but it was not the space he should have been more aware of, rather how this world still followed most of the same basic rules of his old one, even though it was meant to be just a game.

"Please! You hafta believe me! I'm also a victim here!" He tried his best to persuade her, hands in front of him as a sign of surrender. No way in hell am I fighting, and winning against, someone that fast, with that lengthy weapon!

@Ayna Nietzsche

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

Bruv? He's...British? For a split second, Ayna winced at that thought. It wasn't because of the fact that he was British. She liked the British. Or more precisely, didn't really care about them. Just like she pretty much didn't care about everyone else based on where they came from or their nationality. Ayna was more focused on the work, the output. It didn't matter to her, your story. As long as you generated the result she wanted and needed, and as long as you were efficient, you were valued.

The accent should have informed her of that little factoid much earlier. However, despite how heavy-handed it seemed, Ayna couldn't really focus on it. Not when he was violating her space. And more than her space. "Victim? Victim of what? Victim of your stupidity?!"

Ayna emphasized her rage by taking two steps towards him, as if dancing, leading with the tip of her polearm. She intentionally went slower than she usually did, not wanting to just kill someone in public. She would at least scare them first, threaten and intimidate the evildoer until they acquiesced themselves. Acquiesced what, you may ask? Well, their fault, the evil they had done, or the crime they had committed, and the truth about their pathetic existence, so disgusting and vile to have resorted to whatever stupidity they had chosen.

He seems extremely pathetic, though. Ayna scowled, her eyes fixated on the man's gesture of surrender. Though he could be tricking me, the pervert! That last thought just infuriated her even more. "Why should I believe a pervert like you?!"

@Pete Simpson

 

[Chrys]

"Yes!" Pete blurted out, desperate to save his life. "I am a victim of my stupidity, but I'm no pervert!" He tried his best to claim innocence from all things lewd, not wanting to incriminate himself further. Perhaps it was that very want, that desperate self-preservation, that allowed him to dodge the woman's angry attempts to stab his eye out. "I'm just trying to find my way home!"

That last part was the most honest thing he's ever said to @Ayna Nietzsche. This place, wherever it was, it wasn't somewhere he wanted to be. He just made the wrong turn, so to speak, and now he was paying the price. It just didn't seem fair to him. Like most things in the real world. Pete had thought this new one would be any different, but with the dog woman's blade inching ever closer to poking one if not two of his eyes out, he was starting to think it was just the same.

"Look, if you don't want to believe me," Pete gulped, suddenly coming up with an idea that may save him on the spot. If she wasn't going to believe him, he'd make her a different offer then. In his line of work, getting someone to believe you were easy, but not if they've already made up their mind. When that happens, you just gotta come up with a Plan B. This was Pete's Plan B. "What if I just make it up to you somehow? Tell me what I can do, what you want me to do, and I'll do it! I'll prove myself deserving of a second life!"

This place was such a piece of shit that not a single bystander even came to help him. Most of them just stared at them once, and as if a bad encounter like this was the norm, continued on with their shitty preprogrammed lives. What a bunch of assholes.

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

Ayna just really, really wanted to stab one of @Pete Simpson's eyeballs out. Just one. But after making, or rather feigning, another jab of her polearm's tip at his face, she relented. She wasn't quite sure why, but she just chalked it up to him wanting to make it up to her more practical than murdering someone in public. On one hand, she could feed her rage and then get hauled to the dungeons. On the other? She could make this dumb guy do whatever she wanted. Balancing the scales, only one of them was the more profitable option.

She heaved a sigh, calming herself, and distanced her polearm, especially its tip, from Pete. What followed next was a deeper, more audible sighing, not unlike the groaning of a child when it was being forced to do something that it didn't want. "All right, then," she squinted at him, her stare penetrating her very soul with dagger-like sharpness. "Tell me, Pete Simpson: What do you know of bloodstones?"

Ayna doubted that Pete would know anything about them, but it didn't hurt to hope. She's been hearing about the damned things from everyone else she's met, her quarry especially, but no one actually seemed to know anything else. That or they didn't want to tell her. If only torture wasn't illegal. It probably wasn't in this world, but she came from a different one, and she had yet to cross that line. She doubted she ever will.

 

[Chrys]

Bloodstones? What the hell are bloodstones? @Ayna Nietzsche was right: Pete knew nothing about the damned thing. This was, for the most part, his first time in Lyrwick, and he wasn't really interested in the place, already regretting having gone here. Can you blame him? This place didn't look very welcoming, and everyone else he's come across has been nothing more than sketchy. If a dark alley was turned into a city or a town, it would be Lyrwick, and its citizens the muggers that stalked you down that darkness. Sounds like something you get if you drink too much soda.

But Pete didn't want to offend Ayna, to let her down. Mostly, he didn't want her to take another sudden shift in her demeanor and take back this truce between them. It seemed to him that she was only NOT stabbing him in the face because he might know something about the damned things, but he really didn't. He feared she would dig the tip of her polearm in his eye if he was exposed. So Pete did a thing: "Who doesn't?"

He gave her an awkward chuckle and shrugged. "What do YOU know of them bloody stones?" Nailed it.

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

"You know what?" Ayna scowled, not impressed with Pete's reply. He reeked of stupidity, this one, and it really didn't take much to make her hostile again. Pete had been on thin ice, but now that ice under his feet? All of that has been broken, and Pete and his stupid white hair were getting soaked in the absolute zero coldness of the icy waters. "I changed my mind, Pete."

"The truce has been rescinded, Pete Simpson," Ayna brandished her polearm once more, charging Calamity's Light with her ruinous lightning magic. As the sparks flew, mostly around the tip of her blade, Ayna gave him a menacing, almost crazed grin. She was most definitely about to take him out. He'll be fine, right? It's just a game, after all. Just a game where no one gets hurt and dies. Definitely. "I'm now going to stab you to death."

"Any last words, you bastard?"

OOC/Combat Guidelines

• We both have 3 Life Points (LP) for the sake of combat.
• All actions are legal. ALL OF THEM.
• All rolls must be made in the #rolls channel.
• On a successful attack, deduct 1 LP.
• On a critical attack, deduct 2 LP.
• The first person to reduce their opponent to 0 LP is the winner of the match.
• Replies have a max word count of 450 words excluding BBcodes. This is to make sure it doesn't drag on.

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[Chrys]

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3 / 3

A new man.

"I'm afraid we may have gotten off on the wrong foot."

Chrys remained calm even after @Ayna Nietzsche began imbuing her weapon with lightning magic. His own laid still on his back, a massive claymore known as the Sword of No Skill. To some, the name would be offensive to their pride. Why would you call your weapon "No Skill." Did that mean that whoever wields it had none?

To Chrys, however, the weapon's name was fine as is. He believed that the weapon simply meant that it would require no unnecessary skills to be wielded, that anyone can use it to defend the ones they loved. Chrys had no delusions about his own greatness, his merits. All talk about such things belies the more obvious and more practical importance of showing them and not just telling. Would it not be quicker to express the truth than impress it?

"But seeing that you have decided on the matter without allowing me proper defense, I have no choice, but to indulge your bloodlust. Hopefully, we will both not be worst for wear after this little dance, friend."

❰ Generosity of Heaven, Gift of Earth ❱

❰ Enduring Rock ❱

❰ General's Rockbreaking Ceremony ❱

Golden gems suddenly formed from the ground beneath his feet, floating into bigger pieces and swirling around Chrys. As he moved his hand, he pointed towards Ayna, and the floating gems surged forward, morphing the earth around her feet to spike upward. It was not a deadly attack but it was a reliable one, meant to inspire her to rethink her decision, though he did not have high hopes she would. Ayna, it seemed, was already enraged and over her tipping point. There was nothing left to do but tire her out, and quell that anger by sapping her energy.

Taunting (taunt)

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"Now, come, Ayna!
And show me all that you've got!"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (47) + 10 + 10 = 67
67 damage
Geomancy | Chrys | Playing Ayna's BBEG

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[Ayna Nietzsche]

ೄྀ࿐ˑ༄ؘ ·ˊˎ-

3 / 3

This will be fun!

From the corner of her eyes, or more likely from the feeling in her gut and the movement underneath her feet, Ayna caught @Chrys' attempt to end the bout quickly. Quick with her feet, she jumped back, hurling herself away from the protruded earth, inches from its tip, and landed swiftly at a safe distance. She grinned at the close encounter, thanking her own momentum in her head. Days prior, she would have fallen so easily to such an unseen attack, but these days, Ayna was much faster than she had ever thought herself could be.

❰ Shifting Expanse ❱

Grinning from ear to ear, Ayna channeled her lightning magic to surge through her and Calamity's Light. There was just something about the thrill of the combat that spoke to her. When she had arrived in this game, she was less instinctive, more calculating, just Xu Huifang cosplaying a lancer. But now? After everything that she's experienced? She's a new woman, much more open to risks and without fear of anything. A daredevil charged with magical lightning.

"Don't gotta tell me twice!"

Taking a runner's stance, Ayna pointed the blade of Calamity's Light straight at Chrys before charging at him, disappearing in a flash of lightning before reappearing in another. She was beside him now, at least 10 feet away, to his right, having crossed the distance without him catching sight of that process. There was no care in Ayna's eyes, no sympathy, only a great delight! For if she was allowed to, she would always choose to fight! And there would no day, no night, that the Storm Catcher would not take flight!

❰ Manifestation of the General ❱

"Dodge this, motherfucker!"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (46) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 81
81 damage
Shadow Arts | Ayna Nietzsche | Dodging The Rock

Normal Attack
1d100 (90) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 125
125 damage
Pierce Weapons | Ayna Nietzsche | Spearing The Rock

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[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

3 / 3

Trying out a new banner but meh.

❰ Generosity of Heaven, Gift of Earth ❱

Truth be told, Chrys had expected @Ayna Nietzsche to easily dodge his attack. His opening move wasn't meant to hurt her, after all, only to force her to move back. In his head, it did its job well. And now the true battle begins. He braced himself as he watched her keenly, trying to figure out what her next move would be. Something involving lightning, perhaps? She's fast, perhaps even the fastest I've ever met.

Chrys smirked at Ayna's retort but it was short-lived. He took a step back, a little more concerned, when she pointed her blade at him, the spear crackling with wild lightning magic, and grew even more concerned when his adversary disappeared in a blink of an eye, in a lightning flash, only to reappear beside him. Is this his end? Will he be bowed down just like this? No. Never just like that.

❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Blossoming Disperser ❱

Fortunately for Chrys, his Auric Geomancy saved his butt. His magic was of the earth, and the both of them were on solid ground. Dust particles had been swirling around him, barely visible to the naked eye, but when Ayna's spear got a little too close, they came together and intercepted the attempted attack. Ayna could feel the heavy pushback now as if her steel had crashed against hard rock. At this point, the particles resembled floating gems, a couple of them halting the progress of her spear.

"While you're this close, perhaps we can negotiate the end of this unnecessary kerfuffle?"

But Chrys knew the peace would not last. Ayna had expressed her desire to see the battle through, and he had no doubts she would fight for that to happen. So he directed his Thousand Sparkling Gold to simply push Ayna back. It was their turn now. They would take her out with one blow, render her unconscious, to quickly end the bout with less pain for everyone involved. Jagged shards of the earth beneath his very feet soon rose in the air, floating in front of him, adding their numbers to his Thousand Sparkling Gold. With a simple point of his finger, Chrys directed all of them towards Ayna not unlike magical missiles that should explode upon impact.

❰ Imitation of Brilliance ❱

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (93) + 10 + 10 + 20 = 133
133 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage
Aura | Chrys | Countering Ayna

Normal Attack
1d100 (12) + 10 + 10 = 32
32 damage
Geomancy | Chrys | Attacking Ayna
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[Ayna Nietzsche]

ೄྀ࿐ˑ༄ؘ ·ˊˎ-

3 / 3

This is your end, Chrys!

❰ Shifting Expanse ❱

Ayna's eyes widened in disbelief when @Chrys managed to block her strike. Many greater men have fallen to the next same move, but this guy was apparently very lucky. But it wouldn't last, that much she knew. In much the same way her disbelief soon dissipated and turned into mild annoyance. She grinned at his dumb question.

"Yeah, that ain't happening, guy."

❰ Crowfeather Thunderbolt Callspell ❱

Getting pushed back allowed Ayna some distance and bought her much-needed time. When his rocks started flying towards her, intending to crash themselves against her pretty little face no doubt, she simply blinked out of their direction, reappearing the same distance away from her quarry but now to his right. Speed is god, and Ayna was one of the fastest Chrys will ever get to survive. No way some dirty pebbles were going to make contact with her skin. Bruises are not her jam.

Taking a moment for herself, she let the lightning course through her veins, surging all over her, around her. Becoming one with the magical energy, she turned to Chrys, her eyes crackling a brilliant cyan-white. If he didn't know any better, if he was like one of the non-Players in this game, he might have assumed she was transforming into a god. But they both knew better. They weren't gods. They were just Players.

"Your end starts now, Chrys!"

Ayna launched herself toward him again, losing herself in a frenzied state and unleashing a barrage of shocking stabs with a fully charged Calamity's Light. This was one of her trump cards. If he survived this, then maybe she'd consider talking. But she doubt that would ever happen. It's definitely "go big" or "go home" time for Ayna.

❰ Supreme Body: Dogma of Fantasy ❱

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (89) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 124
124 damage
Shadow Arts | Ayna Nietzsche | Defending Against Sandman

Burst Attack
12d20 exploding (12 + 1 + 3 + 8 + 16 + 17 + 3 + 13 + 19 + 3 + 1 + 14) + 15 = 125
125 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | Good Night Sandman

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[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

2 / 3

Oof. First Blood!

❰ Generosity of Heaven, Gift of Earth ❱

Chrys found himself a little concerned when @Ayna Nietzsche started...powering up. It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone else, another Player, do something like it, but all that surging lightning did not give him any kind of respite. If anything, he felt a small part of himself grow scared, threatened by a force of nature that would be terrifying in every world. You would be a fool to stay calm in the face of a storm, and Chrys was standing against one right now. A living storm.

❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Blossoming Disperser ❱

Chrys instinctively tried to counter her attempt to end him and his adventuring career. Unfortunately for him, his Auric Geomancy could not save his butt this time. Even as the earth beneath his feet tried its best to shield him from her blow, many blows, the solid ground could not keep him where he was, and sooner than later, he found himself being thrown off, the force of her many impact too great even for his Thousand Sparkling Gold. Ayna had breached his magical wall, not just once, but so many times, annihilating some of the floating gems that once again tried to defy her whim. Chrys felt most of her lightning-charged thrusts, especially the loud thud his body made as he fell back once she ended her spree.

Slowly, Chrys pushed himself off the ground, panting, heaving. The attack was too much for him to counter, but he would not stop. He dared not surrender. Ayna wanted a fight? A fight is what he'll give him. Time to go medieval on this witch.

"It did not have to come to this, Ayna. You can still stop. If you don't, I will stop you."

With a grin on his face, he finally unsheathed the massive blade on his back. The Sword of No Skill was no pretty thing. It was just a tool, a weapon of mass obliteration. As Chrys used it to prop himself back to his feet, the ground around the blade's tip found itself crushed with relative ease. He then rushed towards her, lifting the mighty weapon off the ground, intending to smash her with it. At least until she stopped being such a b—

❰ Bludgeoning Bladework ❱

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (39) + 10 + 10 = 59
59 damage
Counter failed. No additional damage dealt and no damage reduction
Aura | Chrys | Countering Ayna's Burst

Normal Attack
1d100 (71) + 10 + 10 = 91
91 damage
Crush Weapons | Chrys | Going Medieval on Lightning Girl
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[Ayna Nietzsche]

ೄྀ࿐ˑ༄ؘ ·ˊˎ-

3 / 3

This is your end, Chrys!

❰ Shifting Expanse ❱

Ayna wasn't that surprised when @Chrys failed to block her last attack. The first one had been a warning shot. The second? A killing blow. Yet the man with the floating rocks impressed her, especially after withstanding such a blow. Ayna squinted at his massive sword, curious as to why he believed it was such a threat. Just a giant blunt tool. Are all men this insecure about sizes?

❰ Crowfeather Thunderbolt Callspell ❱

As he tried to land his blow, slowly at that, Ayna simply blipped out of existence, disappearing in another flash of lightning and reappearing at a safe distance, far from his range, also in a flash of lightning. Ayna heaved a sigh, thinking this battle seemed one-sided now that she's figured out his weakness. The man was skilled and all, but the man was also slow as fuck. At least slower than her. Ayna didn't think she was the fastest in the game, but she was up there with the greats.

"Ya know, I don't really like to fight people with disabilities, but for you? I'll make the exception."

Once more, into the fray. Ayna took another moment to let the lightning course through her veins, surging all over her, around her. Turning to Chrys with her eyes crackling a brilliant cyan white after having become one with her magical energy, she grinned maniacally, as if she was about to commit mass destruction, which she could if she wanted to. For now, however, she just needed to take him down, and fast. Time to end this.

Ayna launched herself toward him yet again, entering the same frenzied state from before and then unleashing the same barrage of lightning-charged thrusts with Calamity's Light that boomed like thunder with every contact, electricity crackling around it. She did not expect him to survive this again, though if he were to complete dodge or block her best move, then maybe she'd consider him more of a threat than she already did. Less of a fool more so. But Ayna held no hope for that happening. Only a miracle can save him now.

❰ Supreme Body: Dogma of Fantasy ❱

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (88) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 123
123 damage
Shadow Arts | Ayna Nietzsche | Dodging a Giant Sword

Burst Attack
12d20 exploding (12 + 10 + 16 + 11 + 3 + 7 + 18 + 11 + 10 + 18 + 7 + 12) + 15 = 150
150 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | Bursting As I Scream

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[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

1 / 3

Getting stomped and maybe secretly enjoying it.

❰ Generosity of Heaven, Gift of Earth ❱

"Disabilities? What do you mean disabilities? I don't have disabilities."

❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Blossoming Disperser ❱

As @Ayna Nietzsche launched herself towards him, Chrys panicked and tried to quickly envelop himself with his Thousand Sparkling Gold. The intention was to counter her attack, absorb all those massive amounts of electricity and then bring her down with her own energy, not unlike the logic behind those monster-catching games where certain elements were supposed to be weak against each other. Electric was supposed to be weak against Rock, right? Unfortunately for Chrys, the Beastfolk was too much, too powerful, and his counter was nullified. Ayna's lightning broke through his barrier, once more rendering him a helpless prey to what seemed to be her favorite attack, an attack he seemed to have no answer for.

Once her barraged ended, Chrys found himself barely holding on, propping himself up with his Sword of No Skill. He was down on one knee, panting, breathing slowly. The ordeal had been torture, as if he was being struck by lightning more than once, more than necessary. How he was able to survive... Electric versus Rock...

Grinning at that thought, Chrys mustered all the remaining energy that he could. If he was about to go down, he would go down swinging, not moping like a little <dolphin sounds>. The man with the massive sword lunged at the Lightning of Lyrwick, swinging said massive sword to shatter her spine, as the same move had shattered the very earth with every strike far too many times for him to recall. At least not in his very desperate state. She'll live. She's too stubborn to die.

❰ Bludgeoning Bladework ❱

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (97) + 10 + 10 + 20 = 137
137 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage
Geomancy | Chrys | Uselessly Countering Ayna's Finisher

Normal Attack
1d100 (92) + 10 + 10 = 112
112 damage
Slash Weapons | Chrys | Trying to Attack GGs

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[Ayna Nietzsche]

ೄྀ࿐ˑ༄ؘ ·ˊˎ-

1 / 3

Flawless victory! You know what? I rolled a Nat 1 Defense, so that's like -2 LP and I'm fine with that.

Critical Failure

1

❰ Shifting Expanse ❱

"Yeah? Isn't stupidity a disability?"

Heh. Ayna just smirked when @Chrys rushed her with his massive sword. What was he going to do? Slap her with that slow sword? Ayna couldn't take that, and him, seriously, which was probably a mistake. As per usual, she tried to disappear and reappear into flashes of lightning, as her short-distance teleportation tends to appear. However, this time, she must've made an error in her calculations, taken a second too long before actually committing to her attempt, as the massive sword made contact with her chin before she could fully dodge it.

"What the <dolphin sounds>?!"

Ayna perceived the entire thing in slow motion, with her eyes widening in horror as soon as she realized his sword was going to hit her pretty face despite her best efforts to thwart his plans. Well, maybe not her best efforts. She had, after all, focused more on mocking his speed than actually taking the attack seriously. As soon as the cold blade of his blunt tool touched her flesh, everything else happened too fast. Ayna was sent reeling away. As if she was a baseball and Chrys was a batter aiming for a homerun.

"YOU <dolphin sounds>! I'LL <dolphin sounds> CUT YOUR <dolphin sounds> AND THEN <dolphin sounds> YOUR <dolphin sounds>, YOU <dolphin sounds>!"

Ayna landed with a series of hard thuds, each one a souvenir of her own folly. Slowly, she struggled to get back up to her feet, even spitting out some blood as she did so. Ayna channeled all of her rage at being made a fool, even though that was her own fault, and as the lightning coursed through her veins, she glared at her opponent with those cyan-white eyes, the eyes of a furious tempest.

"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ayna charged at Chrys with all the frenzy she could muster, assaulting him with a barrage of lightning-charged thrusts, courtesy of Calamity's Light, with every contact booming like thunder. It was the end of their bout. She knew that to be true. As Ayna did not want to lose to Chrys, she was giving it her all. But does the man with the rocks have more tricks up his sleeve? She dared not think about them, focusing everything on her to ending him right then and there.

❰ Supreme Body: Dogma of Fantasy ❱

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (1) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 36 (Critical Failure!)
36 damage
Shadow Arts | Ayna Nietzsche | Defense

Burst Attack
12d20 exploding (13 + 3 + 5 + 19 + 14 + 1 + 16 + 13 + 8 + 3 + 15 + 17) + 15 = 142
142 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Ayna Nietzsche | Offense

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[Chrys]

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Murdering Ayna with one blow. Got murdered by Ayna with multiple blows.

Critical Failure

1

❰ Generosity of Heaven, Gift of Earth ❱

Chrys expected @Ayna Nietzsche to continue berating him, as he had already accepted that part of her. She seemed very aggressive, and perhaps for good reason, and drizzled all that aggression with bad language. Well, it was bad in Chrys' most honest opinion because he was being referred to with rude language. Not that he wasn't used to it. In the real world, he always ate one or two while on the clock. It was just the way of the world, or in this case, worlds, for him, apparently. Damn, that's a lot of commas.

Watching her as she failed to defend against his simple attack made Chrys' eyes widen with surprise. He only intended to go out with a bang. He never expected that he could, even in his wildest dreams, bring her to her knees, to his level. He even turned to his Sword of No Skill, taking to it as a miracle brought about by the weapon's sheer weight. You really are a dangerous tool.

Unfortunately, it only seemed to make the woman angry, and angry was not what he wanted her to be. If Chrys had learned anything about Ayna, it was that she was way worse when she was angry. Just like a storm. Which she brought furiously down on him. Instinctively, Chrys tried his best to defend himself with his Thousand Sparkling Gold...

❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Blossoming Disperser ❱

...unfortunately, this wasn't Pocket Monsters, lightning magic could actually burn through his earth magic, and he quickly found himself endangered once more, prey to an enraged predator, helpless against the tempest. In what felt like a thousand thrusts, Ayna destroyed his makeshift shield and soon showered his body with shocking heat. He felt himself rise from the ground, without his consent, just a few inches, as the living storm did as she pleased, punishing him for an honest mistake. Chrys screamed and screamed and screamed, but no one heard him. All everyone could hear was the thunder. All everyone could see was the lightning.

"<dolphin sounds>!"

He opened his eyes one last time, watching in horror as Ayna appeared to relish his terrible fate, before everything faded into darkness.

And then he was out.

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (1) + 10 + 10 = 21 (Critical Failure!)
21 damage
Counter failed. No additional damage dealt and no damage reduction
Aura | Chrys | Come on System Let Me Win

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[Ayna Nietzsche]

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AND YOUR WINNER...

As the dust settled, most of it on top of and around @Chrys' unconscious body, and the final crackles of electricity slowly died down all over the Lightning of Lyrwick, Ayna could do nothing else but heave a sigh of relief. A battle has ended. By her hand. A battle has been won. By her lightning.

"Finally. The deed is done."

She took her sweet time admiring her handiwork as scared passersby watched on with anticipated horror, scrambling behind things, peering from their perceived safe spaces, most if not all fearful of what could happen next. After all, Lyrwick wasn't as safe as it used to be. Not since that event. For all they knew, the two of them could be warring bandit lords, only here to take everything from them, drain them of all their remaining wealth and resources.

But as much as Ayna was intimidating, and rightfully so, she wasn't interested in needless violence, only committing to that which was needed. To protect herself and her freedom, she needed to let Calamity's Light breathe, and breathe it did. At the expense of the man that laid on the same dirt under her feet.

"I am exhausted. You exhaust me."

Ayna took a seat beside Chrys, now calm and collected. She heaved another sigh, as she watched the sunset on the horizon. She waited for him to regain his consciousness, poking him with her polearm every now and again. When he finally stirs, she would make things right, her fill satiated by his defeat. He said he was lost, wasn't he? Wouldn't that mean he did not have a place to stay?

"Evening, perv! Your stamina's pretty impressive. Where are you staying tonight?"

 

[Chrys]

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Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!

As he lay there, asleep and dreaming, Chrys imagined himself surviving the last attack, putting up a more even fight against the Lightning of Lyrwick. He imagined himself shrugging off her every move, just like in those monster collecting games for children, as if all her lightning magic was rendered nigh obsolete by his far superior earth magic. He imagined himself easily beating her, standing tall over her unconscious booty, err, body. Chrys dreamed of the opposite result to what was true, that he was the superior victor and not the beaten loser in their bout. A man can dream, can't he? And men often dream of themselves to be more than they truly are.

Soon, he stirred, slowly regaining his consciousness, only to have a gloating @Ayna Nietzsche be the first thing he saw. How terrifying. Truly. To save himself some more embarrassment, he tried to shrug that fear off. Dusting himself off as he groaned and slowly sat beside her. Her words were a confusing string of barely coherent ideas. The greeting was decent, the compliment unexpected, and the curiosity had been improbable before they left her lips. Why was she interested now, and seemingly to his advantage, when she dared not listen to him in the first place?

"Evening, I suppose. T-thank you. Nowhere. Like I had said before you beat me up, I am lost."

He groaned as he started massaging his broken bones and his sore muscles without even looking at her. Chrys did not want to see the look of superiority on her face, mocking him as he wasn't on her level. He probably wasn't but he wouldn't admit to it. Not yet. Not tonight.

"Are you offering me your bed?"