Eve. Movement 3 (Mod)

[Ayakura Alisa]

I continued my way through the castle grounds after having treated my wounds from the previous battle. And by treating my wounds I mean "give them pettings, possibly apply my own saliva to them." I didn't have any of my first aid on me and some of these cuts stung like hell. That said though, through the course of that fight, I felt like I learned something. Swinging around my arm I could feel the influence of Hell Biker impose deep down on me. Was it... It felt like meditation, somewhat. Regardless, bisecting the dancers like I did seemed to allow me to capture the technique. I felt like I learned a new method of raw destruction. At least, on a single target. Assassination was always something I thought about doing at night ever since the time my parents disappeared. I was mad. I wanted revenge. It seemed like I was growing strong enough to make that a reality.

Was that really the best thing or the best decision though?

Sighing, I continued on my way through the castle grounds. I was getting an increasing feeling of foreboding. Something, somewhere, had awoken. Though I'd worry about that later when the time came...

[Erithania]

Behold! De nasty.

Gravy Knight

Skills
Brave Blade
Gigantic Fist
Rainy Death
High Counter
Auto-tarukaja

Null: Slash
Weakness: Pierce, Lightning

[Ayakura Alisa]

I sighed and looked ahead for a moment when I realized there was a knight standing a ways away from my current location. It reeked. It smelled of goddamn gravy! Sir Chickendip, I am not wanting to have some food right now! Sighing, I soon realized that it saw me and immediately opened with a rain of energy spears by throwing a large one into the sky, and soon it split into that rainy death I came to hate so, so very much. I rolled to the sides but I could still feel some of them prick my body, and goddamn did it hurt! It didn't help that as I saw it earlier a reddish-brown aura immediately engulfed it, almost seemingly making its attacks stronger. Sighing and kneeling, I raised my arm forward and charged a bolt of electricity, shooting at it and watching as the electricity coursed within it and made a burst of energy explode outwards. It stumbled backwards but shook off the injury and continued its assault. It started to charge forward and raise its sword for a physical attack.

I brought back my own knife to meet its own sword in a clash, but it overpowered me and made me fall backwards. I barrel rolled to the side as it attempted to slice me in half again. Flipping up I shot another bolt of electricity at it and watched as the same reaction occurred within it. I realized then that it was probably weak to electricity. Forcing its own pain aside, the Shadow charged towards me and punched me with a gravy-covered fist, and I literally squicked as I felt the slimy foodstuffs splatter on me. How rude! I painstakingly handwash this stuff! Groaning and rolling back and leaving trails of the goop on the ground, I once again let loose another bolt of electricity. I didn't want to attack it with my blade - that would be stupid. Instead, I started getting out my bow and shooting arrows at it.

Well, that turned out to be a bad idea in retrospect - while I was busy turning it into a goopy pincushion I realized two of my arrows had literally bounced back off it and struck my feet. Holy fucking ouch! Wincing as I ripped them out quickly I went back to the old faithful shock treatment. Kneeling, I soon jammed another bolt of Ziodyne at the knight and watched as it soon started to explode in a burst of energy - and with it made gravy splatter all over the room. Covering myself in case some of it fell on me I groaned again as in the aftermath I sat in the middle of the gravy covered room and sighed.

My feet were in so much pain. I needed to go home and treat myself.

[Erithania]

Behold, spoils.



And by spoils, I mean money.