Into the Dark (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

Despite the fact that the citadel was, in fact, a very dangerous place, Akira had found himself becoming increasingly relaxed with repeated visits. He might not have been able to increase his raw power much more, but he could refine his potential, empower his abilities, and develop new strategies. This place, this Cathedral of Shadows, was pretty much the ideal place for solo training now. The enemies were strong and skilled, and some of them actually worked together. It was interesting and exhilarating. So long as he persevered, he could reach entirely new levels of capabilities. He wasn't going to let himself fall behind the others. No, if anything, he was going to be at the forefront of power.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Imperial Beetle

• Tetrakarn
• Diarama
• Agidyne

Absorb: Repel: Fire Null: Rs: Wk: Ice
Royal Mother

• Bufudyne
• Rainy Death

Absorb: Repel: Ice Null: Rs: Wk: Fire
Almighty Gigas

• Megidolaon
• Gigantic Fist

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: None

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira had run into some more Shadows. In what had become a rather routine tactic, the boy had Alma Elma use Rakukaja while getting the Shadow's attention. He then shifted betweem the almost-definite-Ice-user Shadow and the beetle. With luck, he'd be able to get them to attack each other while learning about the beetle's weaknesses. Like always, the boy shifted from his position as the two fired off spells with perfect timing. Fire flew from the beetle. Ice from the chair dominatrix. The spells slammed into the opposing Shadows with tremendous force. Seemed the two were weak against those attacks. Meanwhile, the titan before him charged in and tried to punch him. Half-dodging and half-parrying, he used his scissors to brush the attack to the side.

He then retreated between the two Shadows again, waiting just long enough for them to utilize their complete stupidity and attack again. Shifting back to his original position as Alma Elma buffed him with a second Rakukaja, he watched as the beetle and chair woman finished each other off. That left him, twice buffed defensively, versus the titan. The giant tried to punch him once more. Akira just twirled away. He had been hit by that attack far too much. He knew how to avoid it, regardless of who was launching it. Coinciding with that dodge was the final Rakukaja. The end had arrived. The waltz would begin. Unfortunately for the slow behemoth, both Akira and Alma were veterans of this dance.

Some time passed, and the giant fell before dissolving. Slow and steady? It won the race.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Medical Powder

[Akira Nakajima]

With the mob fully taken care of and no reinforcements in sight, the boy allowed himself a moment to relax. So far, so good. The fight was reasonably easy. Barely any scraps or bruises, and, with a will for a Mediarama, Alma Elma had taken care of that bit. The boy and his succubus leaned against the wall. How to proceed? They would, naturally, press onward for the sake of further exploration and training. The question, though, was where to go? Play it safe and keep to the outer range of the cathedral, perhaps? Or go deeper into the heart of the Shadows' base and raise hell? With a slightly troubled sigh, the boy in drag sighed, letting his over-sized scissors clink against the wall and floor. The time would come for him to travel to the core. For now, he was fine with keeping to the outer boundary, he decided.

Nodding to himself, he pushed himself off the wall and proceeded to make his way down the nearby hall. Just behind him and to the right, Alma Elma floated silently, following him with a seductive smile.