Bionic Commando [Mod]

[Brynhild]

Fighting any shadows here would not contribute to the end of the problem. The monsters reproduced at an astounding rate—almost as if they spontaneously appeared out of nowhere. As soon as one head gets cut off several more grow in its place. Brynhild never enjoyed pretending to know what her organization had planned, but if a lack of members was the only thing preventing them from saving this town. . . they would have sent everyone possible, not a few people.

This required a smarter solution. Someone more intelligent than her could figure that out. A weapon isn't supposed to come up with long-term strategies and plans. She just had to be strong enough to be useful when it came time to fight the final boss.

The only way to get better was to kill more shadows. To do this, Brynhild entered the museum in the abandoned part of town. The art gallery happened to be the only section available, which served her just fine. The android was a fan of everything old-fashioned. Painting and statues were an amazing way of learning about humans from hundreds of years ago. It would've been nice to visit a place like this when it's not full of monsters.

“Kind of ruins the atmosphere.” She could stare at the artwork while resting after combat. A compromise where everyone wins.

[Erithania]

Behold.

Artiste de Maya-maso

Skills
Agilao
Bufu
Cleave

Null: Fire
Weakness: Ice

[Brynhild]

The shadow's physical appearance was certainly. . . unusual, not that it mattered. To her they all looked like purple blobs. His existence was not enough to get her upset, which limited her attack options. Persona's only worked when the user was emotionally unstable (as far as she knew). For now physical would have to do.

Brynhild rushed toward the opponent, lance held behind her. Once she reached striking distance her left foot stopped first, allowing the side of her body with the weapon to quickly thrust forward. The tip entered the shadow, who let out an annoying howl. He swung his arms down fast enough to scratch through part of her skin. She countered by stabbing the shadow a second time.

The area around her briefly grew warmer. For a split second the air surrounding her body caught on fire before immediately cooling back down. The surprise of it all was enough to cause Brynhild to step backward several feet. She eventually bumped into something, and the battle was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Turning around by instinct, she noticed the remains of what must have been an attractive vase. At least, it was before her clumsiness the shadow ruined it. The jerk would pay for his crimes.

She'd have to act fast. By the time the girl focused back on the fight, the shadow was no longer there. He took the opportunity to run out of here, and had made it halfway across the room. “Hey, get back here!” she yelled in vain. Forget the mission, she needed to hit this guy out of principle. Cowardice was not acceptable. No one gets to leave combat whenever they want. Especially not the one that's winning.

Brynhild attempted to chase after it, and nearly fell over. Her right leg wasn't cooperating. It wasn't fully repaired to begin with, thanks to that midnight event. Getting injured again must have damaged something internally. Only every other movement seemed to work as planned. The rest of the time her leg refused to budge. She couldn't possibly catch up like this.

“Berserker!” The ethereal warrior possessed abilities that could still reach. Brynhild used her weapon as a giant walking stick, holding her free hand in front of her A javelin of ice formed as she aimed at the fleeing enemy. The imitation spear sailed through the air, and though the shadow. Before it could react she prepared another and continued attacking. He tried to burn the ice away, but missed the timing. Instead shadow-man got impaled once more. Slowly he dissolved into nothingness.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she started to calm down. Round two would have to wait for later. It would have been nice to stick around longer, but these repairs couldn't be put off. Having to limp home was going to get old fast..

[Erithania]

Delicious conflict.



But you lived. Guess I'll try harder next time.