"What?"I could almost laugh as I imagined what was assuredly the confused look on this tin can's face as I practically went down on my knees and looked like a pitiful damsel in distress. I didn't even care that we're in the middle of the battlefield as I clutched my head in agonizing befuddlement. The signs and symbols were so naggingly familiar, and yet woefully foreign that my brain couldn't handle the dissonance.I just needed to know!"The symbols..." I panted like a desperate bitch in heat. "Your armor... How does it work?"God, I'm so fucking pathetic!"You... You don't even know?" the Decimal asked in astonishment. "How incompetent can you be, Dirt Eater?"I didn't have the heart in me to refute the tin can's statement. I knew that I still had a lot to learn in terms of this whole Runecraft thingy. That's why I'm fucking asking in the first place."Just answer the question," I ground out as I strugg

Deftly sidestepping the enraged Decimal's lunge, I directed my attention back to decipher how the hell his armor worked. The fact that I somehow struck a nerve with the fat joke was somehow curious enough, but it won't help me survive his onslaught if he kept his streak going.*WOOSH! WOOSH!*Dodging two of his swipes, I attempted to put some distance between us as I directed my thoughts towards the annoyingly familiar formula etched onto his greaves.Okay, think... 'f' is equal to 'm' over 'a'... I'm pretty sure that's a formula on a physics book somewhere... What did it mean though? 'f' might possibly mean Force... So was 'm' and 'a' Mass and... Acceleration? Then that would mean that the formula denoted that Force is Mass divided by Acceleration, which was... Newtonian, if I recall correctly... But- Shit!*CLANG! CLANG!*I managed to block two sudden swipes from the Decimal's halberd thanks to the quick courtesy of my instinc

"I'll make your death even more painless if you agree, Crimson."I almost choked out a dead laugh at the absurdity of the situation. A whole life and death battle going on all around us... My whole body aching as the fuck beat me to an inch of my life... Hell, I can't even hold my katana straight anymore all because I dissed on his idol or something.For all intents and purposes, I should have been dead a dozen times over.And yet, the fact that my stance somehow, for some reason, looked at least an inch closer to this Lady Flame's stance made him change his mind about all of the shit I threw at the former Prime ever since I knew of her existence. Even now, the Decimal looked like he was practically begging me to teach him Mother's style. To the point that he even used my name as some kind of gesture of respect to me.What the fuck is my life right now?!"W-what makes... you think... I-I'll teach you?!" I stuttered out mid-pants as I assumed a bastardized copy of Mother's left-handed