"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
"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
Essence Rebound: a phenomenon where the Runic Essence on an existing rune is overloaded due to a disruption on the normal rune's functions.Or at least, that was what I remember Rebound to be. I haven't really brushed up on this shit ever since we started fighting for our collective lives.While I'm sure that Father and the rest of the Denominators didn't call the usual big-ass explosive failures with the term, I didn't give a damn since it was my own linguistics anyway. It always happened when I somehow nicked a segment of Runecraft without neutralizing the infused Essence first, or if I hadn't reinforced it yet with the proper runes, always resulting in a critical failure of whatever project I was making at the time. And sometimes, even some cuts and bruises when I managed to do it mid-test due to impatience and overall sloppiness of my usually rushed work.