Malls of Darkness (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira just made his way further down the huge halls of the cathedral. He felt great. He was still empowered by Heat Riser. Alma Elma still soundlessly floated behind him. All in all, the situation was good. He just wanted a good fight, a good reward, and a silent trip back home. That was all he wanted. Nothing amazing. Nothing astounding. Just some solid exercise, solid payoff, and a pleasant return trip. He was not asking for a lot. At the very least, he did not believe he was asking for a lot. He'd like to think that he was being fairly humble about it. Either way, the crossdresser made a slow bit of progress, looking around and trying to spot enemies.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Edgemaster Kinght

• Death's Chill
• Ragnarok
• Power Charge

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

Dark Flame Hand

• Death's Chill
• Ragnarok
• Mind Charge

Absorb: Repel: Fire Null: Rs: Wk: Pierce

[Akira Nakajima]

A knight and his extra hand appeared! And the boy ran in without a care in the world. Why? Heat Riser. He provoked them both into attack. One used darkness, which slammed into the other. The other? Fired off a high-power fire attack. The fire attack then endlessly bounced off the two Shadows. Akira just stared. The knight just stared. The hand just. . . stared, if it could be called that. For a short period of time, all three of them just stared. Once the novelty of perpetual fire bouncing wore off, the boy had his succubus thrust her tail at the hand, knocking it back. The blast of fire singed the wall, no longer having two mirrors to bounce from. Akira just danced into the knight's range and slashed at the thing wildly. If he had been wielding a brush and was striking a canvas, a masterpiece could have been born! Well, not really. But it would have been wild.

Once both Shadows recovered, they prepped another blast. The boy just danced between them and away from them. Double-dark coffee was created when the hand was thoroughly liquefied by the darkness. The knight was still in one piece, though. For however long that would last. It attempted another fire blast. The boy in drag just charged through it and began to slash the knight repeatedly. Alma poked it with her tail. And then? Another dangerous duet, a wonderful waltz, and a bloody ballet occurred.

And just like that, it was over.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Null Strike Mod

[Akira Nakajima]

And then the boy found something. Wasn't amazing, but it did feel that it'd completely stop certain attack types. He didn't have any use for it, sure. Others might have, though, and that was enough of a reason to hang onto it, if only for the time being. So, he had an okay fight. He found an okay item. The path back home? Probably minimally annoying. Would that substitute for a good evening in his eyes? Sure. Sure, why not? He could say, with a certain degree of surety, that the smile on his face, on that trip back home, was an honest one. He was an easy-enough person to please, so long as things went in a proper manner.