Red Descent (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

Still in good shape after the last fight, Akira proceeded further into the Descent. He still felt pretty resilient, on top of that, thanks to his Rakukaja layers. So long as he didn't rush right into a full-sized horde, he doubted he'd have too many issues. Worst-case, he could just run. He had no tail to have between his legs. Dignity? Honor? Useless. So long as he lived freely, he was pleased. Now, if he managed to get some amazing rewards while scouring those dangerous depths, that'd be cool, too. If not, well, there was always entertaining games to play on his computer. Fortunately, the city's network still functioned, so there was no lack of communication with interesting individuals.

Perhaps he'd meet some “interesting individuals” during that leg of his trip?

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Divine Mother

• Bufudyne
• Tetrakarn

Absorb: Repel: Ice Null: Rs: Wk: Fire
Noble Seeker

• Death's Chill

Absorb: Repel: Null: Dark Rs: Wk: Light, Pierce

[Akira Nakajima]

When Akira saw the floating female Shadow, he remembered his first encounter with a Shadow of that sort, in the mines. It utilized ice back then. There was a chance that it would use it now. He'd probably have to burn it down. Not that that bothered him overmuch. The other thing he noticed was a set of flying eyeballs. Wonderful. Whose eyes were those eyes? Didn't matter too much, granted. Focusing on the chair-bound floating femme, the boy directed Alma Elma to pelt her with fire. The attack was apparently very effective, as the chair itself began to burn. She put up a barrier. It wasn't like the last one an enemy of that type used- it was more like the other barrier he had encountered recently. That meant physical attacks were out. The other enemy tried to blast him with some sort of darkness. He rolled out of the way. The blow's effectiveness would have been limited, either way, thanks to his armor and Rakukaja, but he had no plans that included taking unnecessary damage.

Willing for another Agilao, the boy dashed forward, between his opponents. Alma Elma pelted the woman with another blast of fire. Meanwhile, his opponents charged their respective attacks, firing at him. The boy shot forward, almost tripping over his feet in the process, and the two attacks slammed into opposite Shadows. The woman in the chair burst and dissolved. The eyes were somewhat flustered, but seemed otherwise fine. One-on-one again, it seemed. The boy just smiled, leveling his scissors. Well, he was about to attack with them, but then he got an idea. The enemy was a bunch of eyeballs.

What would happen if he poked them?

”Skewer each of them, Alma Elma!” The words were clear and concise, and the succubus flew at the eye swarm. She whirled and thrust her tail into one eyeball, causing the formation to drop back and let out a shrill cry. Well, that seemed effective. His will manifested through Alma Elma and she continued skewering the eyes, one at a time, until they were effectively blinded. Then, the boy shot forward. Given a lift by Alma, he found himself a few feet above the swarm of eyes. He had seen something every other time the eyes were hit. He was going to cut it. Swinging downward with both arms, he slashed through the invisible body of the Shadow, the scissors performing their duty well. The Shadow dissolved.

The battle was over.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Harmony

[Akira Nakajima]

No good finds, but a couple of decent battles. Akira didn't really feel too tired, but he knew better than to push his luck. Instead, he'd be better off heading back home. Who knew? Maybe he'd find a few paper bills on the ground on the way home, or something. That'd be nice. Not necessary, obviously, but it'd be nice. And, if all of that failed, then he could just console himself with games as he relaxed for the evening. Perhaps in girlish attire, simply because they were more comfortable. Dismissing Alma Elma and turning on his heel, the boy began to hum. He was heading home, and his spirits were high.

Despite the descent, all was on the ascent.