No, I couldn’t say it would.
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Hmm okay so still pretty solid for being just wind. Suppose it acts just like a blade then with the added benefit of him being able to get rid of it and create a new one at will. That works. Thanks!!
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hmmmn, uh yeah, so after fucking about with the response for a bit…I don’t think I’m getting these in on time if at all so… yeah. 
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well of course! Dw, it’ll be alright 
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@kabanerry Um okay. Dont know how much time I have left or if I can do it but ima ask
If I do stalk Silas somewhere less crowded how many people must be in the room for the prompt to still be valid ig? Or at least in the room until he runs somewhere more crowded? Is there a backroom for like shady deals and such that I can utilize as a setting?
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String-Eye Vs Moon
What just happened?
I stared at the elder man as he took a seat on the couch, pulling up his legs together. He looked relaxed, as if I were a guest who had come to visit and not the enemy who had come to capture. Surely this String-Eye mustn’t be so dense. He definitely knew what was up.
My nose scrunched up at the unwanted smell of the cig trailing towards me. It made me cough and I wanted to pull that thing away from his lips more than anything, and smash it in the floor. I waved a hand before my nose to try to dispel the smell as I looked around. String-Eye’s house was spacious, everything set up neatly, as if it was barely used. I took in my surroundings, familiarising myself with the structures before looking back at the figure lounging on his sofa.
I walked closer to the counter and hopped to sit on it, my feet dangling as I took hold of the class he had filled for me. I stared at the water making small ripples in the container, brows wrinkled. I couldn’t read my opponent’s thoughts. “How… hospitable,” I commented. My mind, however, was crowded around the fact that this man was one of those few who barely had thoughts running around his head, and even if he did, I couldn’t decipher them.
Great. Amazing.
“I didn’t expect someone like you would be playing host,” I trailed off in the silence, since String-Eye refused to say anything. The television was blaring, sound on low volume, but I doubted it was being paid attention to. There was a more important situation going on here.
I raised one of my hands and started playing with the water instead of drinking it up. The tips of my fingers jingled to freeze it into ice, then back to liquid, and then I pulled the contents out of the glass to let the state hover in the air. I knew he was watching me with keenness, even if he hadn’t turned his head towards me. “I heard a lot about you, and my my! A mass criminal organisation specialising in drugs?”
Still no reaction out of him. I expected that. Oh well, on with the fight then. I let the water drop back in the glass and drank it up before setting it down on the counter. The man before me was still aloof to anything happening around him.
What was it that they’d said? ‘Perfect chance for revenge,’ right? After Gwendolyn’s ambush, I was more than willing for this.
“I appreciate your… friendliness, um, String-Eye, but I’m on a mission,” my words trailed off, a hand raised to attack. “So let’s get it over with so I can go home and sleep, yes?”
As soon as those words left my mouth, I aimed a throw of ice bullets at him. He knew it was coming and dodged the attack successfully, rolling off the couch, the remote and his cigarette discarded somewhere. He had good reflexes, I observed.
The man stood up and sent me a glare, sharp enough to make me shudder. I jumped to stand on the countertop and raised my shoulders to feign innocence.
With the initiative, the fight had started. String-Eye raised his arm and as his fingers moved, a slight whir was accompanied by his assault from his bracelet. Although I couldn’t see the famous “Spider’s string,” I leaped away from his target point and used my superspeed to get close to him. At the same time, I pulled out my gadget, having it lengthen into a staff to attack my rival. String-Eye was quick to react when he saw me up close, pulled back his string to combat with my stick. The hectic fight took place in the middle of the lounge just then.
I knew I couldn’t fight with a string that could bend into anything while I had a rigid piece of weapon to combat it. String-Eye, with a tingle of his fingers, made the string jumble around my feet and in less than a second lifted me off the ground.
“Ah- hey!” I found myself dangling upsidedown from a coil of thin metal wire, wriggling to get away. I scowled at him and aimed my staff to release a shot of water. It was enough to distract him, push him back. He was drenched in water, trying to blink it out of his eyes. I landed on the floor, nearly saving my head, but didn’t let that hinder my speed as I scrambled to my feet, using my sneakers to run off to a room and waited for him to follow.
My breathing was a bit ragged, the sudden movements that the elder man’s weapon could make freaking me out. It made me feel powerless to an extent. To top it off, he had an array of visual abilities, so he could probably see me hiding away from him, like a little bunny from its prey.
When I heard footsteps close to me, I backed away to a corner. I didn’t have time to look around the room I was in, the layout, so I didn’t know what was coming at me.
In a nick of time, a person appeared right beside me and tried to stab me with a knife. I squeaked and jumped out of the way, trying to kick away the person. When I got a better look, I saw a translucent form of String-Eye, but didn’t have time to ponder over it, for he ran to thrust the weapon to end me. My staff helped me block those attacks, eyes wide, still recovering from the ambush.
I tried to pull myself back and away from the elder’s close range strikes and waved a hand aggressively in air to initiate a few ice bullets that aimed to disarm him. He didn’t even seem surprised, just a twitch of his eybrow and another dronic sound that indicated the metal wire. It deflected my attacks, then wrapped around my arm before I could even decipher his actions, and then went on to swath around my body as if to bound me.
The strength of the string around my wrist started to hurt me to the point that it bled. I struggled in the grip but it only worsened the pain. Seeing the way his eyes bore into mine, tilting his head to a side as if challenging me to do something; I realised I could deceive his sight.
My invisibility turned on, making String-Eye loosen his string. He looked around in confusion– maybe he thought I teleported? Whatever it was, I had an advantage over him. I striked a few ice shots at him, power enough to have his form dissipate to nothing.
“Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and looked around. “Ah… where are you now?”
I walked out of the room and looked around to see my rival standing merely a feet away from me. It spooked me so much I started to run away from him, but he appeared in front of me in a few seconds. It baffled me, but I heard the whizzing sound of his string.
I raised my staff to attack String-Eye but his string pulled it away from my hand to toss it away. My eyes widened and my steps faltered as I backed away, but fell to the ground when his string slashed on me like a whip. That would definitely leave a cut on my arm. I groaned and managed to get back on my feet. I could feel something wet startjng to pool out of my skin– I’d be full of cute by the end of this fight if nothing more. I was hoping for nothing more.
As he got ready to attack me again, I put forward both my hands as a shield, emitting a strong gush in wind to sway him away. I looked around and ran to get my Bo/Ja staff once again, and when it was in my hands, I aimed it at the quick man who glared at me, getting his string ready to attack me.
“Get ready for another splash!”
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Finally got my response in! 
Now it’s time for a HECTIC month ahead, with exams to serve as a cherry on top– and hey Kab, if you’re seeing this, d’you plan to make another Palatine or nah? 
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mood
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I wake up as early as Moon did in this prompt and believe me, it’s a permanent mood.
(~￣^￣)
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thank u my kind sir. Evander vs. Silas
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Evander had spent a rather dry ten minutes playing blackjack with the woman beside him—who called herself Adrienne—and maintaining terse conversation. Neither of them asked many questions of the other; it was clear that both had something to hide.
As Evander takes timid sips of strong, brown liquor to save face, he gathers from Adrienne’s brief comments that she’s new to the Capital. She speaks with Bill about what she’s discovered so far, becoming chattier as she’s emboldened by her winning hands. Evander’s not concerned. He has no interest in dominating the table lest he bring unwanted attention upon himself. There is something else he is keeping a subtle eye on, and it lurks across the crowded carpeted floor in a red and white suit with a grin and a cigar.
Evander maintains his poker face as he watches him. Ideally, Sir Allard would not have sent him into a crowded casino to incapacitate and capture Silas knowing the man’s skillset—and knowing Evander’s—but not much could be done about it, now. Since being whisked inside from the door, all Evander could manage to do was pray his bow and quiver were still hidden where he’d stashed them during quiet hours earlier that day. All he could do was pray, endure endless rounds of blackjack, and bide his time until a better opportunity to strike presented itself.
“How’d you get that scar, anyway?” Evander looks to his left in surprise. Adrienne is smiling lightly at him, a glass of wine in one hand. She gazes unabashedly at one side of his face.
Evander thinks quickly, matching her muted smile and saying in a low tone, “You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, miss.” He speaks in the same manner they’d been speaking with each other all evening, dancing around full truths and inviting a thick air of mystery to settle upon the table. Evander fears mentioning that he’s a challenger because of potential listening ears, even though Adrienne might have been new to the area. Of course, it wouldn’t matter if others in the casino recognized him, or if other customers were challengers, too. But Allard hadn’t mentioned whether or not Silas’ Slots was a common hangout for the Emperor’s special forces, so Evander thought it best to play it safe.
“Most men love to boast about their battles. Wins or losses,” Adrienne replies. As she sips her deep red wine, she gazes at him expectantly. “You get to retell them any way you’d like.”
Evander glances away from her to think up a response, but instead, he spots his target breaking away from a much larger group, only two men at his side. They leave the gambling floor and take a turn down the hallway. An opportunity.
The challenger stands from the table, feigning insult with a tense smile. “Suppose it’s not a battle I much like to talk about. Excuse me.”
Taking his leave, Evander makes his way swiftly out of the gambling area, slipping one arm up the sleeve of his jacket to hide extended bird claws. The bathroom is not far from the main room; Evander spots one of Silas’ goons waiting outside, tapping a phone screen. He glances up upon hearing footsteps. “How are you doing?” he murmurs out of forced politeness, moving slightly out of the way of the door to the bathroom.
Evander returns the pleasantries with the same brisk energy, trying to normalize his posture and pace as he pushes open the door to the men’s room. The hinges are in good shape; the door swings open with little noise.
Inside, the bathroom is stark white but lit with warm, amber sconces. Two men have their backs to Evander and stand a couple of urinals apart. “I don’t suppose she’ll take you back even for the sake of the kids?” echoes Silas’ voice, booming even at its muted volume. “It was just an affair. She’d be a fool to leave you. You’ve got all the money.” Evander sneaks closer as the two men chat, still unaware of his presence. He frees his claws from his jacket sleeve. If he could catch Silas now while his back was turned and enervate him enough to incapacitate him, this mission would be a lot simpler than he’d thought.
“Figure that’s why she’s taking it to court, though,” responds the man in all black at the other urinal. There’s a faint sound of zipping. “Wants the kids and the money. And I’m the dirty businessman, hmm?” The two men laugh, one more bitter than the other. As Evander creeps closer behind him, he realizes he’ll risk being spotted by Silas in a mirror on the wall. Currently, the burly man’s head was lowered. Evander picks up his pace, eager to not miss the opportunity to use his Transmission.
“Well. Suppose a divorce isn’t the end of the world. Adrienne’s more beautiful, anyway. And far younger, too,” Silas offers with his deep, raspy chuckle over another zipping noise. The man with him emits a laugh of his own, then starts to move toward a sink. As he steps aside, Silas lifts his head to trail the movement. But instead of watching Jonas move away, Silas’ sunken eyes latch onto something else. Someone else, creeping along silently behind him with sharp, glinting talons extending from his fingers.
After that, everything happens quite rapidly.
Evander lunges at Silas’, knowing he’s been made. The rebel whirls around and ducks haphazardly, taking a talon slash to the face, but he manages to get his own devastating punch off on his attacker’s shoulder. Evander grimaces as shiny brass knuckles give him a dead arm and send him slamming into the wall beside the sink. The man there, Jonas, cries out in surprise, “Oh my!”
But Evander gets all of two seconds to heal his numb shoulder and compose himself before Jonas’ disposition changes strikingly. Still with soapy hands, the man becomes enraged, yanking the metal faucet free from the sink. Water begins to burst violently into the air. But nothing distracts Jonas from acting on Silas’ will. With a snarl, the suited man winds up for a strike with his makeshift weapon above the challenger who hadn’t had time to scurry away.
“Eugh!” Evander cries as the fist comes down. He pushes back forcefully against the swinging arm, then digs his claws into it. But Silas’ goon doesn’t let him get away with draining his energy with nothing in return. Possessing a strength that Evander would not have expected this slight businessman to have, Jonas drives a knee into Evander’s stomach. He coughs and resists the urge to double over, digging his claws deeper into Jonas’ jacket sleeve.
When the man finally drops to the ground, unconscious, Evander spots Silas in the far corner of the bathroom. But the rebel had been quick to notice something Evander originally had not; a patron comes bursting from one of the stalls. The sound of the door slamming accompanies the automatic flush of a toilet and a grunt of unnatural rage. Evander knows this large bald man is under Silas’ control. Silas wills him to pull a knife out of his coat and rush the challenger.
Evander wrestles with the unruly knifeman who hadn’t even managed to properly pull up his pants. Grimaces escape him as he does his best to dodge slashes and dip dirty grabs. Vaguely, he hears the bathroom door slam open.
“What’s happening?”
“Shoot him!”
As Evander finally manages to gouge at the face of the bald attacker with his talons, rendering him a wailing mess of blood on the bathroom floor, he spots Silas disappearing into the hall. In his place stands the goon that had been posted outside, now with a handgun raised toward Evander. “Say goodnight.” He takes two cracking shots.
The first grazes Evander’s right shoulder before there’s much of anything he can do about it. He cries out in agony. But the second shot is inaccurate because of recoil from the first, and the bullet shatters the mirror behind the sinks. Glass shards rain down into the watery mess Jonas had caused. Evander self-heals distractedly as he picks up the bald man’s fallen knife and sends it flying toward the gunman.
It buys Evander the time he needs to rush him. The goon jumps away from the attack and tries to raise his arms to get a third shot off, but Evander closes the distance between them quickly. He grabs the barrel of the handgun and whacks the inside of the goon’s wrist to disarm him, just as he’d been trained to do. Evander turns the man’s weapon back around on him. “Please,” the goon begs. And Evander has no interest in wasting a bullet on him. He takes the man out at the knees with a rapid twist around him to get him on the ground, then slams the butt of the gun against the back of his head. He slumps to the floor once he’s knocked out.
Evander tucks the handgun inside of his jacket. Then he rushes down the hall to locate a stashed-away weapon he’s more comfortable with.
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Half a minute later, with his quiver on his back and bow in one hand, Evander runs back into the slots area. What he finds there surprises him, though truthfully it shouldn’t have. The floor has devolved into chaos.
Evander’s head is on a swivel as he scans the massive crowd of people for his target. It seems guards and staff-people had been alerted to the fighting, maybe heard the gunshots. They are in the process of arming themselves with their handguns, shotguns, knives, and batons, stepping away from their posts or their gaming tables. And this, in turn, is alarming guests, who are desperately trying to identify the source of the trouble while fleeing for the exits. Finally, Evander spots Silas rushing hulkingly in the direction of the blackjack table where Evander had been just minutes ago. The teen pings an arrow in his direction, but it misses his target and shatters the half-full glass of bourbon the challenger had left behind.
Adrienne gasps and leaps up, and both her and Silas’ bodies turn in Evander’s direction. The challenger nocks another arrow and quips, “You must be glad I’m here, Silas. None of your guests are sticking around for their payouts. Good night for business.”
Evander lets his second shot fly at his now-still target, but Silas had anticipated the attack and had seized control of Adrienne’s mind, weakened by inebriation. The woman’s fear morphs into misplaced loyalty as she launches herself in front of the suited casino owner. “No!” But Evander’s shout is in vain. The arrow deeply impales the woman’s forehead. Her eyes roll back, and with a final breath, Adrienne drops heavily to the ground. Behind her she leaves Silas, who grins darkly in Evander’s direction.
“Feeling lucky, challenger?” he taunts, cracking knuckles on thick fingers. It’s a flex of his brass ones, though Evander doubts he’d be doing any of his own dirty work with two dozen of his guards and staff-people arming themselves around the casino.
But Evander is unafraid. He has been trained for something like this. “I’m betting all in, Silas.”
Evander knows he has at least three spare seconds before Silsa seizes control of a goon, and then three more before he can exploit a second. So instead of wasting any time pinging more arrows across the casino floor which Silas could expertly dodge, he points his nocked bow toward a heavy glass emergency exit door and releases. The pane shatters, and the guards and staff getting their weapons out nearby turn toward the commotion. But it’s not long before their attention returns to the sixteen year-old boy as he Bird-calls with a shrill shriek. A dozen thick-bodied ravens burst through the shattered glass door and fly in odd synchronizations around the decorative casino ceiling. Confused goons duck for cover beside slot machines and card tables.
However, Silas had seized control of the gunman nearest to him while the birds began calling and alerting Evander to the locations of targets. Bill, the croupier, spins to face Evander with a snarl, handgun raised. He pops off a shot.
Evander lowers his bow and dives to the side, crawling up behind a row of slot machines. Bill’s bullets are relentless; as Evander cowers, he hears them cracking into the brightly-lit machines and exploding against chairs, glass, and plastic. He steadies his quiver and begins crawling quickly to the other end of the row, hoping to peek out on the other side.
Someone else appears before him, first. A bartender with a blonde ponytail and, more importantly, a shotgun pointed right toward Evander’s face. “Surprise.”
Evander shouts in anticipatory agony as he whacks at the barrel. The shot pierces through Evander’s jacket and embeds itself in his arm, and he howls again. Bleeding from his left arm, Evander grabs the woman’s ankle with his right, pulling her down to the ground. Her head smacks against the floor, and she fires her shotgun wildly into the air. Evander initiates a desperate self-heal to close his bullet wound while he disarms the smaller, disoriented woman. Shit. That shot would be no fun for the medics to dig out later. But Evander is better off thinking about whether or not he’ll even make it to the medics, right now. He slides the blonde’s shotgun away from her, then impales her with his talons, taking several seconds to enervate her.
5 enemies, twenty meters from home. 6 enemies, twenty meters from home… What? The calls from Evander’s ravens confuse him. The staff-people and guards had originally been spread across the casino floor, posted at different exits or card tables or payout booths. But now… they were grouping up?
As Evander rises from the floor, hooking his bow onto his quiver so he can gather up the bartender’s shotgun, he peeks around the side of the slot machines and realizes what’s happening. “Oh no…”
During the time the challenger had spent hiding from Bill and then fighting for his life, Silas had begun to gather his army. A crowd of six, seven, eight armed goons all rush around him to form a defensive meatshield, and he’s able to call another to his side every few seconds. Evander fears all twenty individuals left in the room would soon be at his beck and call. He needed to cut this short now.
“Silas!” Evander shouts. He successfully snags the thick man’s attention, and he pauses in the middle of controlling another person to look at the teen. Evander raises the shotgun as he half-emerges from behind the slot game. It chimes musically at him. “You’re going to be short-staffed if you keep this up!”
But the rebel-affiliate’s grin is twisted and depraved. “I’ll have no trouble finding more associates, kid. You see, they won’t exactly have a choice.”
Evander’s heart drops as he begins to fire shotshells into Silas’ meatshields, knowing the power the man wielded if given the opportunity to use them offensively. As expected, Silas merely hides behind his goons as he wills them to take bullets. The civilians cry out as Evander’s shots dig into their arms, legs, stomachs. It isn’t long before the bartender’s shotgun is out of ammunition. Evander tosses it aside, reaching for the stolen handgun in his jacket.
While Evander switches weapons, Silas wills his last three unharmed goons to rush him. Two hold blunt batons and another wields a knife. With shocking synchronization, they spread out their sprints to flank Evander in such a way that makes attacking them all at once impossible.
Evander fires the handgun wildly at the target coming from his right, nailing him in the chest. The man and his baton collapse onto a slot machine. Turning toward the middle, Evander steadies the gun and shoots again, but the shot misses. He’s not as well-versed with firearms as he should be. Evander takes another shot, but it grazes the knifeman’s arm. Wailing and bleeding, he keeps advancing.
Two enemies, five meters from home. “I know, I know!” Evander shouts desperately in response to foreboding bird calls, knowing he had only moments to figure out his strategy. He wants to resist the urge to use his Bird Conjuration because the skill weakens him mentally. He can’t risk Silas taking control of him and depends heavily upon his proficient intellect to protect him, now. Only if he becomes desperate would Evander take advantage of his enhanced defenses, speed, and strength.
So when the middle man finally gets to him, leaping over the slot machine with his knife poised for a strike, Evander shoots up at his soaring frame and prays. The shot hits, the man gasps, and his body drops heavily onto the challenger, dead weight. Evander falls back into the carpet under the weight of the corpse and is knocked breathless. But he knows he can’t spend long on the ground with another goon rushing him. He self-heals his tight chest and pushes the knifeman on top of the unconscious bartender.
“Rahhh!” The final goon, wielding a baton, swings down at Evander on the floor. She hits him square in the back and he grunts, rolling out of the blow and scooping up his handgun in the process. A shot to the shoulder. The woman roars and drops her baton. But, bloodlust in her eyes, she lunges for Evander with her bare hands.
Evander does his best to roll away from swiping fingernails and gnashing teeth, disturbed by the rage with which this poor woman has been forced to fight. But she isn’t the only one fighting for her life. Evander manages to overpower her with sheer muscle, pinning the corrupted, kicking woman into the carpet and slamming the butt of the hand gun into the back of her head to knock her out.
Hearing alarming cries from his ravens overhead, Evander spits blood out of his mouth as he struggles to his feet, gathering up his quiver and bow. He performs a surface-level self-heal across his body to alleviate soreness and bruising, but he can’t afford to do much more than that. The teen is angry, now.
“Silas,” he shouts again, emerging fully from behind the row of slots where he’d been taking cover. Evander’s breaths are labored, his jaw set. “I came here to fight you, coward.”
But Silas stands tall amongst a mass of the rest of the staff-people and guards in the building, a dozen armed loyals he’d managed to control since Evander’s last attack. His booming chuckle echoes across the room.
“Yes, my boy. You came here. To my house! What did you think would happen? Were you really feeling that lucky?” Silas clicks his tongue. His goons wait around him with scowls and agitated restlessness, like an ocean wave building before its inevitable crash. Silas’ grin darkens as he lowers his tone. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, kid. The house always wins.”
All at once, Silas’ twelve goons burst into action with deranged warcries. They’re slightly less synchronized than the trio before; Evander wonders if there were a few too many of them for Silas to control with precision. All the same, spray from guns forces Evander to dive behind a poker table. Above him, shots bury into velvet, chips, and abandoned glasses of alcohol.
Evander doesn’t have a choice. He knows they’ll attempt to flank him from all sides. Still clutching his bow, he clenches his eyes shut and begins to call a Hurricane with all the strength he can muster. It brews in the pit of his stomach as his ravens alert him to the crowd that descends upon him from all sounds.
With a laborious howl, Evander releases the Hurricane, and powerful waves of solid, wall-whipping air pulse out around him with devastating impact. There are screams, there are shrieks. And then, there is silence.
Evander pushes himself to his feet, spotting one of the bodies of his ravens laying dead on the ground beside him. That explains the lack of shrills. But as Evander looks further, he realizes his Hurricane had completely rocked the foundation of the casino; the carpets are torn up, exposing jagged concrete below. And even farther out are the still bodies of the goons who’d been rushing him, knocked out because they’d been too close to the wind pulses or had been slammed into walls, just like splintered card tables and slots machines.
At last, Evander spots movement amongst the destruction he’d caused. A suited bruiser of a man, forcing himself free of the wreckage of a blackjack table that had been uprooted beside him. He grumbles and curses, also perturbed by the silence his knocked-out goons had left behind, until he meets Evander’s gaze across the ruined space.
Evander takes one step over a destroyed chair toward the man, and the casino owner scrambles backwards. The teen cracks a grin.
“The house might usually win, Silas,” Evander calls, ready to incapacitate his true target at last. “But you wouldn’t believe my luck.”
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I could see him going to a back room or out of the casino’s back door for a quick smoke. Albeit he’d always have a guard with him and staff nearby. So I would have to say 3-4 people, before he retreats to a more crowded area inside the casino.
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So I’m an idiot. I was about to finish Lorelei’s prompt when I realized I hadn’t asked to confirm basically everything I was going off of. So here are the questions, if they aren’t answered (cause it’s late and I don’t expect everyone to just be on all the time) I’ll just go off of the assumption and work it out later maybe? Ah, let’s just ask first and theorize later.
LORELEI QUESTIONS:
(Pls tell me I’m not wrong and she’s indeed fighting String-Eye-)
- Does the Ghost also have his superhuman eyesight, or is that just him?
- When you say comatose state, do you mean completely unable to move or defend himself at all with his actual body? Can he still use his sight?
- Can the string cause fatal harm to his enemies?
- Is he physically very strong? Or would someone small and agile be able to overpower him?
- (I’m assuming the answer is no-) Can we blow his house to smithereens?
- Could Lorelei pocket some of his string and use it against him once it was broken off?
- Could the string be cut off with a knife?
As for Rai!
RAI’S QUESTIONS:
(This one is a bit more fluid, more exposition and general stuff that’s not huge impact so don’t stress if cannot answer)
- She’s quite visibly young, I’m assuming he really wouldn’t care about that, but any comments about her being underage?
- Is the casino pretty full?
- Would Rai feel some kind of tugging force or his voice in her head when he tried to control her?
- Rai would be able to resist until she was very tired, correct?
- How big is the space?
- Is she allowed to kill some of his staff members?
- What ranking level are said members?
- Could we get him to go to the bathroom or something of that variety to get him to a quieter place, or would he not take that kind of risk with a challenger in the room?
- Does he instantly know that there’s a challenger there?
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Yes she is!
His ghost is essentially him, so yes, it does.
That’s correct. His actual body is unable to move.
Yes. It can slice you in two.
Yes, String-eye is stronger than the average person. I wouldn’t say someone small and agile could overpower him, because with the strings, he’s fairly agile himself.
You can destroy his house, but the more important question would be how? And how would destroying his house benefit? He could just escape in that time, no?
If it was easily breakable, yes. But Lorelei wouldn’t be able to anyway.
No.
No, not really. Maybe a passing comment, if anything. But no one really cares.
Yes it is. Business is booming-
More of a tugging force and a loss of control, both mentally and physically.
Yes. It’s esentially a race against the clock.
I can’t give you anything specific, but the casino is fairly large. You can look at the location images to get rough idea of the space, but the building isn’t small by any means.
Yes.
Probably Trarii or Pilus Prior, depending on their job (guard, janitor, bartender etc.)
Silas could be going outside for a smoke or to a more private area of the casino, but there are always 3-4 people with him, one of which would be a guard. Bearing in mind, Silas will always retreat to a more popular area once engaged.
No.
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Hi, I am so sorry about this but I’m probably going to have to put them in tomorrow. Something big just happened and I’m processing and don’t think I can finish one of them’s. I’ll try to get Lore’s in tonight and Rai’s tomorrow?
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Here is the new version of my response
A Stringy Situation
I find String-Eye’s house in the middle of the woods. The house looked quite simple from the outside. I cautiously approach the mysterious house wondering if he was even that much of a threat. I slowly creak open the door. String-eye’s house was quite large. I scan the house, but in one corner, I see a pair of red eyes staring in my direction. “Found ya!” I charge toward the glowing eyes and I impale the darkness. “Well that was easy” I say. When I least expected it a knife comes flying at me, and it tears into my shoulder. I run to the nearest crate and hide behind it, while String-Eye stays back and sends a clone at me. “Ugh it was one of his dirty little clones.” I mutter. The clone he just sent spots me and cuts my ankle. I start bleeding out. I grab my trident, ramming it into his chest.
His clone falls to the ground and fades to dust. I get away from the box and crawl to the dinner table. I spot String-Eye and I fire an arrow toward him. He shoots a tiny string and it cuts my hand. I managed to freeze him so I sprint to a counter close by. He scans the area and slowly grabs one of his pocket knives. He catches me trying to fire another arrow so he charges toward me. I use my Ice Shield and block a few of his swings. My shield shatters, and I roll away summoning my Ice Spears. They fly toward Stringeye, but he dodges two of them. The rest hit him while the others shatter.
One is stuck in his knee, and the other two just made cuts. I duck his slices and roll under him and cut one of his feet off. Stringeye sweeps
me onto the ground as he falls.
He keeps me on the ground. He slowly crawls upstairs dragging me with him. I act unconscious as he pulls me upstairs. He stays on guard just in case I wake up. I leap up onto my feet and spin around and axe kick him to the ground. He falls to the ground and he falls unconscious. He slowly fades to dust as I walk over to the other side of the room. “Wait that was a clone…” Surprisingly a knife comes soaring towards me. It gets stuck in my forearm. I pull the knife out of my arm. “Hm this will be quite useful” I throw the knife at String-Eye I charge straight at him. I manage to knock his knife right out of his hand. He rolls over to the bed and snatches a knife and runs to me. I summon my Ice Spears and fire them at String-Eye
I drop my trident “Let’s make this fair for ya bud.” I pull out my Ice Dagger and we clash. String-Eye manages to cut my hand off. I drop my dagger and grab my trident. “Ya know maybe that wasn’t the greatest idea to give you this chance. Welp… Crumble Beneath The Waves!” I form my Ice Arena and manage to cut off an arm and I leap into the air slamming my Freezing Trident down into his chest to the ground. It keeps him down while I knock him out with a few fists to the face a few times in the head. I put my trident back and sit down on the master bed. “Man that was hard but. I mean I will one day rule the great seas so I gotta start with some sort of challenge.” A few minutes later I pull String-Eye over to the window and smash it. I leap out of the smashed window and leap out with him.
I use my Ice Skate to get away from String-Eye’s gigantic house into the huge forest. I start to get lost but I find myself next to a path that leads me to the nearest city. I follow the path and make it to the place. I rent a hotel and decide to stay there for the night. I think to myself “I really hope I get something for that nightmare of a fight.” I head into my room and put my trident next to the giant bed and I fall asleep immediately.
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…I know this feeling all too well.
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i swear this isn't late
It didn’t feel like she was walking through the estate of a member of the Crown. Sure, the man’s status showed in every gold gilt chandelier, every intricately carved whorl of the stairs, even in the thick paint that laid comfortably on the manor’s white walls. Royals had a tendency of showing every part of their wealth possible.
But the all encompassing silence tore down all majesty he’d built. Instead of being in awe, Genesis was more on edge.
It felt like she was walking through a trap. A time trap. Everything was frozen, as though the inhabitants of the manor had all but disappeared. As she passed by a tiny gilded table, she could see her reflection in the remnants of the tea that had grown cold in its cup, sitting atop a delicate pink saucer with edges of gold. Had he escaped already, along with his staff? Not much time had even passed by between him being figured out, and the order sent out to capture him alive. Did he see it coming? Probably from a mile away, considering he didn’t seem like he’d left in any hurry. Genesis should know; she’d already gone through his room, searching for trapdoors and hidden passageways.
She didn’t find any of those. However, what she did find was a magnificent white bird that was more than happy to perch on her arm, then shoulder. Now it sat on her head, giving a content coo when she reached up to stroke its single red feather.
As she stepped outside the estate and into the open garden, Genesis’s eyes narrowed. The bird squawked once, flapping its wings, talons tangling in her hair, but she ignored all that. She ignored the marvel that the garden was, instead stepping forward to the pond right behind the mansion.
Jun Hinode. The man hadn’t escaped.
What a fool.
The bird squawked again, seeing its master touch down. It flapped its huge white wings and hit Genesis in the side of the head; the Prince winced, raising a hand to help it out of the mess it created in her own hair. All the while she was silently listening to Jun’s little chat, finally freeing the bird as he extended his invitation.
Crap. So he already sent over the documents? There’s no way I’d be able to track them down at this point without Hinode fleeing… if he’s telling the truth, that is. The back-up should be able to intercept them.
Guess we have to settle for the next best thing.
The bird settled on his shoulder, Genesis following after the Prince’s beckoning hand. He was right; the rays of the setting sun were beautiful, especially above the water and painting its surface a lovely crimson red. Hinode kept a leisurely pace, waiting for Genesis to catch up to just short of holding his hand before he spoke.
“So I see you’ve met Kestra.”
“I did. A lovely bird.” Genesis felt a stab of irritation from her connection with the coatl. Are you jealous, Stormbringer?
“She has you in high regard, you know.”
“She flatters me.” The remark drew a hoarse chuckle from the Prince, who stopped by the edge of the pond.
“You’re one of Apollo’s fighters, aren’t you? He certainly took his time sending you here.”
Genesis stopped as well, her head cocked to the side. “Why did you do it?”
“Why did I do what?”
“This. Double crossing. All of that nice stuff. Why are you here anyways? Wouldn’t it be better for you to have just run?”
His hands were behind his back, his reflection in the water rippling with setting wind. Kestra cawed once, leaping from his shoulder to land gracefully on the ground, waddling over to the Prince who squatted down to let the bird climb onto her arm, her talons gripping it gently.
The Prince finally spoke. “It’s for my people-”
“You betrayed your people when you betrayed us. Don’t give me any of that.”
“Did I betray them? By cooperating with the Empire, at least I secured their safety.”
“You secured nothing but their subjugation!”
Genesis leapt back, barely avoiding the strong gust of wind that grazed her shoulder, the prince’s bird squawking once in alarm as it fluttered to a tree, startled and searching for safety. Warmth began trickling down her arm.
Jun Hinode turned to face her, his eyes flashing. “What do you understand about my situation? The Empire’s the most powerful force on this planet. The Emperor is aiming for world domination, and he will get it. Don’t you know? It’s safer under his wings than to be alone.”
“But why betray us? Are we not trying for the restoration of your kingdom’s autonomy? You’re nothing but a puppet-”
The clash of wind against the blade of Stormbringer echoed around the trees, the broken air wheezing through their trunks. Genesis found herself staring down the Prince, recognizing what was in his eyes as hers as well.
“And what do you know about these politics? You’re just a commoner. A grunt for a Rebellion destined to fail.”
“You’re wrong.” Gen straightened, keeping a wary eye on Hinode as Stormbringer’s gaze roved around, searching the garden for things she could throw at him. The pesky shield had to be broken, one way or another. The more occupied the man could be, the faster she could finish this fight… if he wouldn’t come peacefully. The odds weren’t looking good for the latter.
“I’ve yet to introduce myself, have I? How rude of me.” She extended her free hand to Jun, standing three meters away. “Cyril Asturias. Ex-Challenger, soldier… and Crown Prince of the Kingdom of the North. A pleasure to meet you, if you would be so inclined to come back with me without a fight.”
“You’ve doomed your kingdom and everyone else within it. I cannot respect your wishes.”
“I found your statues, Kiiron. One’s at six o’clock, another’s at eight. If you could just look-”
The Prince’s onslaught was violent and horrible. It kept her busy, enough to force most of her attention to remain on him if she wanted to avoid getting diced into pieces. The first graze already knocked her back a few feet; she didn’t want to know where being hit head-on would leave her.
Keep it calm, Cy. You have surprise on your side. He doesn’t know what you can do.
You’re just a simple swordswoman.
He’d been keeping her on the defensive for a while now, the shield that separated them a taunt to her as the next clash sent vibrations up and down her arms. Come on, come at me. Try my flavour, quench your thirst for pain.
I’ll quench my thirst on your blood.
Genesis leapt to the nearest tree, catching glimpses of the statues Stormbringer told her about. Less than a second later they came crashing down on his head, the shield shattering them into sharp marble pieces that were flung in her direction, only to change direction abruptly, flying towards him instead. Through the shrapnel she could see Hinode’s eyes widen. Bet you didn’t know I could do that.
They shattered upon impact. The Prince must be actively using his shield to protect himself. Good. The busier he got, the better. Genesis lifted the shards again.
Then two sword marks slammed into the trunk of Gen’s tree, nearly taking her foot off. If not for the last second teleportation, the fallen tree would’ve crushed her legs underneath it. And while her magic was helping her heal, displaced bone shards would never heal properly.
“Do you only have that one trick?” The Prince asked, watching the Prince rise to her full height, sword held up firmly before her. “Making me dust my own ancestors’ visages… you have no boundaries at all, do you?”
“I don’t know, when you’re fighting for your life, do you not take on a fluid disposition?”
“Am I already pushing you?” The gleam in his eyes had taken on a new look, which Genesis did not like at all. “Then how about I push you just a bit farther?” He didn’t wait for an answer before disappearing, the Prince emitting a faint tsk.
Shit. He’s—
Genesis rolled to the side just as a blade of air sliced past her, whipping the grass around it. She laid there for a few seconds, watching the grass intently for another slice before getting up- only for a spurt of red to go up, masking her vision temporarily as pain took over her senses. She only faintly felt the grass beneath her knees.
“That’s the second slice, Kiiron. He’s got two swords.”
“I know that!”
Distantly, she could hear footsteps approaching her, Hinode’s eyes peering down at her.
“I suppose I should take my leave now,” he noted.
Aware of the blood gushing out of the wound in her midsection, Genesis started to push herself up, though just as quickly he shoved her right back down.
“You need to staunch the bleeding. If you don’t, you’ll die.”
“I’m not staunching anything.” Her time was limited. The rebel back-up, whatever remained of them, were probably a while away. If she didn’t move now, she’d fail her mission. With all of his powers, any further weakness on her part meant him slipping through her fingers. What to do, what to do…
“You may be stupid, but you should at least keep your life.” Her vision blurred in front of her, the Prince releasing a tired groan.
What to do, what to do…
“I have to go. Farewell, Cyril.”
Just as he turned to leave, Gen’s Ghost Hands exploded to life inside his shield, solidifying and dissipating at an unattainable rhythm. One Hand wrapped its fingers around his neck, cutting off his air supply as it started to squeeze; another two encapsulated his arms in their grasp.
As Genesis staggered to her feet she smiled wickedly at the Prince.
“You’re not going anywhere, Your Highness.”
extraneous stuff i couldn't fit in bc it'll disrupt the prose
**For further clarification: she sank the hands into the ground. Yes, they are still connected to her back. However, as they were not solid at all, they didn’t create any raised bumps, so Genesis solidified them inside Hinode’s shield, where the magic isn’t protecting him. She’s also activated Empowered Teleport to just teleport back a millimeter but getting all the maximum benefits, so she’d be able to get that 50% boost for the solidification of those hands.
also thanks to the lovely weapon now wrapped around my wrist, i may have to skip the next round 
i’ll let y’all know what i decide bc it’s not looking good considering every single movement kills my entire forearm
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@kabanerry after a lot of considerations, I think I want to rework Hound’s abilities (and his persona because he’s too annoying lol) and re-enter him, so I think I won’t be submitting his response against string-eye, is that okay?
And don’t worry, I’m working on Abel’s response rn
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Yep, finally done
Be wary of chad gambler
Abel gulped as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the huge building where his target, Silas is present at the moment. His blue eyes couldn’t stop staring at the huge building with a tense yet amazed expression.
“Shit, this guy sure is rich as hell,” he said, slipping both of his hands inside his pocket, “But that won’t stop me though. To hell with the other peoples, even if they’re former criminals, they still do bad things for Silas’ stack of money,” he tries to walk as calm as possible while his heart races.
He was surprised with the inside of the casino, plenty of people made their way back and forth, later on, he realized that some fierce-looking people are looking at him since he happens to bring his sheathed sword on his back.
“Shit, I’ve been here for only ten seconds and those people are already sus of me,” to prevent more people from getting suspicious of him, he quickly walks to a less crowded area and found an empty trash can.
“I don’t want to do this, but I have no choice,” he opened the empty trash can and put his sword inside with a disgusted face, “Now my sword will smell like shit,” he sighed as he walks towards a gambling table.
Without much to think, he sits on a chair beside a red-dressed woman who appears to be seated just before him, the next thing he knew, the woman smiled at him, as she is trying to steal his sight from the other objects in the area.
“Oh, my, haven’t seen your face here. Are you a newcomer?” she asked as she sips her cocktail glass in her hand, “Uhh… pretty much,” he replied shortly.
“You seem to be a little bit young for this place,” she chuckled with her fingers covering her mouth as if she was trying to show off her shiny red nail polish, “But it doesn’t matter, since this place doesn’t restrict underages, especially for a cute boy like you,” she added.
“Tell me, are you here to play some fun games? Or are you here to have fun with some elegant woman like myself?” she lets out a small chuckle, “Well, actually I’m here to…” just before he could finish his sentence, a white-coated man with slick hair appeared and walks towards both Abel and the woman with a grin on his face.
“Well, what do we have here? A new face that I never saw before?” the man said with confidence, he smiled at the red-dressed woman before turning his face towards Abel.
“You must’ve known who am I, but I’m gonna introduce myself anyway. My name is Silas, and welcome to Silas’ Slots, Abel Firefly,” the man said as he gazes into Abel’s eyes.
“I feel honored with your welcome, Mr. Silas,” Abel replied as he crosses his arms, “Ohoho, just call me Silas, because it doesn’t matter anyway, right?” Silas glares at Abel even more as if he already knew Abel’s purpose for coming to his building, yet the man seems to be underestimating the boy from Sir Allard’s platoon who already went on a bunch of dangerous missions and decided to play along.
“Well, you’re not wrong, Silas,” Abel answered as calmly as possible, Silas then snapped his fingers, a croupier walking over and positioning themselves at the head of the table.
"Bill, give 'em both ♅2,500 in chips,” the man ordered, a nearby server approaches the table where the three of them were sitting after Silas snapped his fingers again. "And get this one something to drink. All on the house."
As Silas announced it, the people nearby got their attention on the table, some people got noisy when they knew that Silas was treating both Abel and the woman on the table.
“Well, since we’re on a blackjack table, how about we play a game?” Silas offered as the croupier, Bill shuffles the cards with the waiter approaching while bringing both Abel and the woman a glass of wine.
“Have you played blackjack before, Abel?” Silas asked, “Well, duh! I wouldn’t come to this place if I don’t know how to play it,” Abel replied casually, Silas laughed with confidence.
Though, I only play it with Evander.
“Good! Then I’ll be leaving both of you to my trusty guy, Bill,” he signaled Bill as he was about to take his leave.
“Wait, you’re not playing?” Abel bluntly asked, Silas laughed again, “I’m too tough as your opponent right now, but if you can beat her, I’ll give it some thoughts,” Silas walked away as he waved to both Abel and the woman.
And there goes the quickest chance of Abel to strike down Silas when he has the chance. The boy could only sigh as he took a sip of wine that the waiter brought.
“Your bets?” Bill asked right before he gave both Abel and the woman the cards, “500,” Abel stated, “Just as he said,” the woman followed, Bill then took each ♅500 from Abel and the woman and gave them the cards.
“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself, I believe? I’m Helen, nice to meet you, Abel,” the woman, Helen smiled at the boy, “Well, nice to meet you too, Helen,” Abel replied.
“Well, I’m still a newbie when it comes to blackjack, so please go easy on me,” Abel said with his eyes peeking on his hands, “Oh, my, is that so? Well, you’re actually cute, so if you’re willing to go on a date with me, I suppose I’ll go easy on you,” Helen flirted as she glanced at Abel with her eyes.
“Too bad that I have a girlfriend, Helen,” Abel refused Helen’s invitation on dating her, “Well then, I suppose that I won’t be easy on you,” Helen chuckled, the two of them then started their game.
(Skipping the game because idk how to play blackjack lmao)
“I win,” Abel said as he shows a ten and ace card on his hands, he then turned his face against Bill as he handed over ♅1.000 to the blonde-haired boy.
“I’ve beaten Helen, so do you mind if you take me to Silas’ place?” Abel stood from his chair, Bill sighed, knowing that he had no choice and takes Abel to the place where Silas is right now.
Bill took Abel to a place that says ‘Smoking Area’, several fierce-looking men got their eyes on Abel, glancing at him with an underestimating look, and there’s Silas, gazing the scenery of the city from behind the window with a guard standing right next to him.
“Mr. Silas, the newcomer wants to talk with you,” Bill bowed at Silas as the man turned his back, he then stepped backwards with a suspicious look towards Abel.
“So, I believe that you beated Helen?” Silas assumed as he sips his cigarrette, “Well, sort of,” Abel replied, Silas then snapped his finger, signaling Bill to offer Abel a stick of cigar.
“Well then, shall we walk to the table again and play some more of blackjack?” the man stood as he walks closer towards Abel, “How about,” Abel lighted the cigar Bill gave him with the flames that crawls from his hands.
“WE PLAY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER!”
Abel immediately lunges towards Silas with the burning cigar on his hand, aiming for the eye, Abel quickly plunges the tip of the cigar towards Silas, but the man quickly grabs one of the smoking men inside and let his eye being stabbed by Abel’s cigar.
The man screamed, Abel took his burning cigar off from the man who shielded Silas, just before Abel could strike down Silas again, a gunshot of bullet passes by Abel’s face as he quickly dodges the bullet, he saw Bill holding a gun with its muzzle smoking.
“I knew that you’re suspicious from the start,” Bill stated as Silas and his guard runs away from the smoking area, leaving Bill and Abel in a fight.
“So? Are you gonna press the emergency meeting button just like in that outer space-themed werewolf game?” Abel taunted with his burning cigar still on his hand, “Oh, the guard before will do that, because the crewmates can kill the impostor without voting him out!” Bill fired more bullets from his gun towards the running Abel.
Abel leaped towards Bill and plunges his burning cigar to the croupier’s hand, burning down his arm that made him forced to drop his gun, Abel then kicked him and took the gun on the floor.
“Too bad that this impostor is tougher than you think,” Abel shot Bill on the head, the croupier collapsed to the ground with a hole in his head, blood starts to flow from his head as Abel runs to the place where he played blackjack before.
Just after when Abel arrived at the place where he put his sword in a huge trashcan, two security staff ran towards Abel and swings their baton towards him. Abel quickly gave a low-kick on the guards as he dodges the baton aiming for his head and stumbled the guards to the ground, while being given the opportunity, Abel quickly shot both guards on the head.
“Shit! I forgot to snatch the mags from Bill’s suit!” Abel threw away his gun and runs towards the trashcan that he put his sword inside before.
“Alright, it’s showtime!”
The boy spotted Silas among the evacuating guests, just before he managed to pinpoint Silas, the man had Helen held under his control with several bartenders and guards surrounding the battlefield and the guards behind them.
“Well, I’m surprised that you managed to kill Bill. Boy, I shouldn’t have underestimated Allard’s anchovies,” Silas let out a laugh, he than pulled a chair near him and sat onto it.
“Listen, when I said ‘if you can beat her’, I didn’t specifically said beating her in a blackjack,” Silas announced as the controlled Helen prepares her fighting stance against Abel, “Let’s begin the second round, shall we, Helen?” Silas snaps his fingers, signaling Helen and his other staffs to engage Abel in a fight.
Abel quickly runs towards the nearest staff and stabs their heart, he then stepped to the left to dodge the broken bottle that the staff behind was swinging and stabbed them again.
Without him realizing, a guard managed to hit their baton on Abel’s back, the boy staggered a little, but then he managed to parry the swing that the guard was going to follow up, but with a little push from Silas, the guard quickly leap towards Abel and swings their baton again.
“Too slow!” Abel clashed his sword with the baton and stepped to the left, he then striked the guard on the chest as more staff members approaches him.
“Shit! They’re bringing broken bottles!” Abel quickly stepped backwards and slams his sword on the staff members and blew them away. Abel then runs towards the bar and broke several bottles of wine and took a few large pieces, he then leaped from the bar and threw the glass pieces on the throats of the two guards that were approaching him.
“Well, well, well,” Silas clapped his hands as he crosses his right leg on the left leg, “It seems that you’re capable enough to fight my raw-powered armed goons,” Silas snapped his fingers, commanding one of his controlled guests to bring an emergency fire axe and gave it to the controlled Helen.
“Let’s step up the bet a little higher, shall we?” by the command from Silas, Helen quickly runs towards Abel and swings her axe towards him.
“Shit! She’s fast!” Abel took a step backwards and dodged Helen’s axe, “What do you think? I gave dear Helen an extra force compared with the other guests behind you,” Silas said as three controlled guests swung a broken bottle towards Abel.
“Oh, fuck!” Abel quickly stepped to the opposite side where Helen was there, preparing to launch a flanking attack by swinging her axe towards the boy, but then Abel quickly shot Helen with a fireball casted from his hand and staggered her, while having the chance, Abel spins to the right towards Helen’s back and sprayed another burst of flame from his sword, blowing up Helen and the three controlled guests away and burning them.
Just after he sprayed his flames towards the controlled guests, he spotted two controlled guards were run-and-gunning him with a shotgun, luckly the short range of the shotguns only hit his arm a little and left a scratch on it, Abel then quickly runs towards a gambling table and slid under it, he then broke two legs on the front and shields behind it as the shotgun slugs pierced through the table.
Abel shot down both controlled guards with fireballs from both of his hands at once, as the guards suffers from the fire damage, Abel quickly slashed both guards on their chests, but little that he know that Helen’s axe was just behind the two controlled guard’s back and pinned Abel as he blocks the axe with his sword.
“Shit! That crook really gave Helen an extra push compared to those shotgun-wielding guards,” he mumbled after feeling the force that Helen gave to her axe, he then stepped backwards, but then he stumbled on the guard’s corpse as the controlled Helen managed to make a quick recovery and swings her axe towards Abel’s face, the boy managed to dodge the fierceful attack, although he couldn’t dodge the tip of the axe that left a long thing scratch on his cheeks.
“Did you think that those guards were actually a thing to destroy you? Think again, boy!” Silas laughed, he calculated that Abel would be able to kill the two controlled guards, so he made them as a trap to hinder Abel’s footsteps and let the full-forced Helen to give a finishing blow.
I don’t want to do this, but I have no choice.
Abel lunges again towards Helen who raises her axe on the air as two more controlled guests jumped towards Abel and holds his body tightly to prevent him from evading Helen’s full-force attack, but unlike before, this time Abel aimed at Helen’s arms and sliced them, separating the limbs from the red-dressed woman’s arms with a small burn at the sliced hands, he then shifted to the left, leaving the falling axe to chop down the controlled guest on the left and stabs Helen on the chest, unable to move, Helen slowly fall to the ground as Abel thrusted his sword to the other controlled guest who was holding him.
Abel wiped his forehead as Silas stood from his chair, giving an applause to the boy who beat the guest whom Silas gave the most power to.
“Wow! What a show! You really gave her no mercy by cutting her hands and chest! I’d never know that Allard has raised a beast!” Silas shouted, “Well then, as promised, you’ve beaten Helen, so I’ll play with you,” Silas took off his white coat and put on a pair of brass knuckles on his hands as the remaining four controlled guests in the room walked in front of him.
“That’s not a beast that Helen fought,” Abel put his sword on the ground and closed his eyes, he began his Malice Evolution as yellow fox furs starts growing on his entire body, followed by the growth of a pair of fox ears on his head, fox claws on both his arms and legs, and a fox tail on his back, the boy’s body grew larger than Silas’.
" Now this is a beast, " Abel said in a deep malicious voice, Silas let out a loud laugh after seeing Abel’s fox form.
“Damn son! There really is a beast in the Allard Platoon! I guess only using my crowds won’t be enough beat the shit out of this demonic being at all!” Silas shouted with excitement.
“Come here! Let’s find out if my fists are strong enough for a huge beast like yourself!” Silas taunted as he commanded two of his guests to persuade Abel that shot out a giant fireball towards both of the guests and exploded, through the smokes, Abel clashed his claws with Silas’ hard brass knuckles, both of them staggered and bounced backwards due to the force.
“Holy shit! This guy is insane!” Silas prepares his stance as he locks on Abel, with the remaining two controlled guests, Silas himself dashes forward on the back of his controlled guests as Abel lunges towards them with his claws and jaw prepared, deciding who would win the final bet.
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