User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/1-24/2

Chiara - Nelo I've decided to drag out the fight and tire her.

Considering that the surrounding troops haven't attacked since the initial volley, that can mean two things. They can't differentiate friend or foe from the thick smoke, Or, They're so confident in that woman's ability that they aren't bothering with support. Either scenario is beneficial to me.

This time, I've decided to take the initiative and rush towards the woman instead. Taking in consideration of the 1st scenario, sticking close to her would reduce the likelihood of the surrounding troops' attacks. The woman replied with an excited smile, happily taking up my challenge. A swift blow from her blade greeted my advance, coming at a faster swing speed than what I've seen before. So, she's been holding back up until now?

Luckily, no matter how hard and fast you can deliver a blow, you still can't change the default reach of your weapon without magic. I've already acclimated to the default range of her sword, so I can dodge it just as usual. But the issue is dodging her blows without sacrificing my close distance with her.

One more consecutive strike, just as easily dodged.

Another swing from her, horizontal. I can't dodge right or left, having forced to back away. Before she could recover from the previous swing, I took another step towards her. Instead of putting up a defensive stance, the woman instead stepped backwards, and threw another horizontal slash. Crap-! It's a feint.

"Screetch" I wasn't able to completely dodge that attack. The slash blew apart the right side of my clothing's defensive layer. Drawing a large gash of messy mana schematics. Considering the damage, it would take about 2 minutes to fully mend itself. No...considering the smoke, it would take much longer. Looking back at her, the woman's breathing became a bit more irregular- she's showing signs of fatigue.

"I am sure...." Huh, the woman suddenly spoke. "You are trying to tire me out by circling near me."

-!

"Unfortunately, that won't work. Did you not know what kind of weapon I'm holding?" As she said that, the greatsword she held glowed a brilliant blue. Pointing the tip of the sword at me, the weapon discharged a ray of beam. The aim is incredibily telegraphed and sloppily fired, so even in this range I can dodge it. But something tells me that's not a killing shot.

The woman smiled again. Is she trying to keep me out by spamming her blade beams? Then, she let out a sigh, and powered up her sword to emit a strong blue gleam.

"To all units. Open fire at the target not emitting a blue light." Just as she finished her order, countless shots began coming at me at all directions. With this amount of barrage, they easily tore through the defensive layer of my clothing.

"BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!" Pierced lungs. Ack....! YOU DIED.