This was a problem.*CLANG! CLANG! STAB!* One-two parry quickly followed up by a visceral stab to the poor tin can's neck.With every Decimal that we manage to take down, two more seemed to take their place as we stood dab smack in the middle of the enemy forces. The scenery around us was like a fucking massacre; dead bodies piling up around the small circle that we claimed for ourselves as we shakily held our ground. As the seconds ticked by, each swing started to become a challenge, and if this keeps up, we're bound to get overwhelmed before we can even manage to get my signal out.*Crash! SLICE! STAB!* A side-
Olivia frowned as she heard her sister laugh like criminal walking towards the gallows."WE'LL GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE!"With that sentence alone, the brunette already knew that her big sister was going to do everything in her power to make sure that she gets to live. It didn't matter to the redhead if she died; only that her little sister managed to survive through the bloody defense that they had to muster.If only she hadn't been wounded. A brief bout of overconfidence led the young brunette to take a shallow hit on the side of her abdomen. While it was no longer bleeding as profusely as before, it made a dent on her ability to breathe properly; the pain shooting forth from each deep inhalation causing her concentrati
"COME AND GET SOME!"Olivia?*WHOOSH!*The gust of wind shooting past me was the last thing that I felt as I watched Olivia shoot straight towards the bulk of the enemy forces. I never even had a chance to stop her as she shot forth sporting a surprisingly familiar stance that I'm pretty sure I hadn't taught to her before.*CLANG! CLANG! SLASH! SLASH!*The sounds of battle echoed from the young girl's posit
With a speed that would make Usain Bolt proud, I leaped headfirst into the gore and carnage that was once the bulk of the Decimal forces we were trying to stall in the first place. Like a blur, I shot past the first few tin cans in my way; quickly sidestepping most of my obstacles in favor of catching up to my wayward sister. It wouldn't do for her to be without back up for too long, lest she might suddenly suffer from fatigue- What the-*CLANG!*I quickly pulled up my katana in front of me as I blocked the surprise blow that almost shaved a good portion of my red locks. I took a step back as I eyed my current obstacle. Quite the big lug, this guy was.
"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
*CLANG!*"What the-"As much as I wanted to quip something stupid to boost my own ego, I was too busy not letting the Decimal's attack go through my katana's pitifully narrow surface area of defense. My teeth clattered as I did my damn best to not let this fucker skewer me to death; my arms and wrists practically screaming at me to give them a break as I forced them to support the thin strip of metal preventing my untimely demise.*SHIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!*Metal ground against metal as sparks flew above my chest; the point of contact between halberd and katana starting to glow a dull orange at the constant pressure being applied to them. Above
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
"Huh?"What the hell kind of genius was this Flame if she wasn't even the one that made the damn thing? It's not like she was alive, judging from her earlier statement of the chick being a former Prime that somehow rebelled against the Empire.A fact that was somehow still nagging in my head for some reason."I don't care!" I stressed as my headache started to overtake the rest of my body on the scale of eleven. "It's not like she made the damn thing-"*SMACK!*Flesh met metal as my face was greeted by an iron-based backhand from Mr. Tin Can himself. Rolling to my right side, I couldn't even chuckle as now, both of my cheeks were swollen to shit from defending the rest of my skull against more lethal blunt trauma.Hah. I'm starting to not care about myself again. 'Livia's gonna be livid..."On and on, you insult your betters!" the Decimal roared, slamming his halberd down on the ground for seemed to be the