I knew that this day would come.I knew it, and yet I was dismayed all the same by the speed with which they managed to find us. I was sure that we had at least masked our trail a bit better than this, but if they found us this quickly, then I guess there was no choice for us but to try and defend from this."What do we do?" I heard Lace whisper behind me as we cautiously approached the besieged settlement. "We can't just barge in and hope for the best, right?"I nodded at the sentiment, "Yeah. It's already a miracle that we're going in from behind our front, but we're gonna have to use the fact that they don't know where we are to our advantage."While pretty shitty on our part to leave the defense on the others' more capable hands, we had to use the chance that was given to us to get some more info and possibly attack
"Mark."In a flash, the three of us dashed from the safety of the treeline all the way to the command tent a few paces away from us. There weren't any guards, thankfully, but the few seconds that we spent running on the open ground was the most dangerous part of our assault. If we had been seen, we were dead on arrival before we even began.The ground shuffled beneath our feet as we quietly hugged the thick cloth that was serving as the command tent. With a fist, I signaled for my companions' absolute stillness as I tried to listen for any sign of movement beyond the thick veil.*rustle... rustle...*The sound of rippling grass with each step... That's one... And another...*How are we not through them yet? We were supposed to be done over an hour ago?!*Someone
Ten seconds. That was all we had to make ourselves scarce before the brute would begin his search. Knowing this, we immediately went straight to the treeline in an effort to make it harder to track us down. We probably got only a few more seconds left when Lace hurriedly climb on top of a tree; her face showing a mix of anger and annoyance as she gestured for us to climb."We have to stick to the trees" she stressed out. "He can track us as long as we're running on the ground."Say what now?So the guy's a walking sonar as well? Judging from his ability to shatter rock like it was nothing, he's probably an earth numerator. So it was plausible that he can do that, actually. So wait...If he can track us just from the vibrations of the earth, then he probably already knew that we were outside the tent before we even
Seconds felt like minutes as my staredown with the burly man seemed to stretch on far longer than I was comfortable with. The silence of the forest was only broken by the sounds of fighting in the distance as I felt my heart hammering inside my chest. I knew that I had no chance in hell in beating this guy, and that running was the only viable strat that I had left in my arsenal.The only thing I had to look for was a chance to get away."I can feel the fear rolling off you in waves, Miss Crimson," the man chuckled, though his tone was pretty teasing. "I suggest you calm yourself before we begin."My shoulders tensed as I heard the man comment on my nervousness. Dammit... was I that obvious? I thought for sure that Mom had beaten the cowardice out of me in favor of making sure that I used logic in fights... wait...Begi
With a calculating gaze, I squared my shoulders as I assessed just what the fuck I can do to someone that can move earth with just a single thought. And after a split second deliberation, I was... eighty percent sure that I was fucked six ways to Sunday unless I've got a miracle solution hidden in my non-existent pockets. There was just no way for me to compare against a Numerator that can shape the battlefield at will, especially in my current state.But that didn't mean that I can't go ahead and try any way. I can't afford not to.I can feel my hand shake lightly from my unwanted weakness; the lack of food and proper rest taking its toll on my poor body as I did my damn best to focus on the task at hand. At the furthest of my periphery, Olivia sat still as she leaned on the earth wall for support, my mind constantly going back to her despite the fact that I was staring down
Anger was a tool; a resource to be used when the situation called for it. When experiencing it yourself, a small boost in tenacity and strength can be expected at the cost of control. When experiencing it from the enemy, you can abuse their lack of control to easily predict their movements. Normally, I would be on the latter side of this equation; abusing anything and everything in my power to tilt the situation to my favor, and hopefully tilting the enemy along the way. It was one of the most tested and viable strats in the world of any competitive event, and when fighting against a superior foe, would help you in avoiding the most debilitating blows while chipping away at your opponent.Which is exactly what I was about to do now.Fortunately, my opponent was fairly easy to rile up. His hang-ups about justice and honor were laughably easy to exploit. Just one comment on his
Seated well outside the action, Olivia struggled against her swirling vision as she watched the pitiful excuse of a fight from a distance. It was painful. Although she knew that her sister skilled enough, she still knew that this was a fight that was completely out of her league."S-Sis..."She had to get up. She was supposed to be the one getting slaughtered out there, not her sister! What right did she even have to tell her she loved her if she failed to even offer herself up in her stead?!*BOOM! BOOM!*The young girl clutched her sword close to her chest as another set of shockwaves rippled across the arena. Each blow sent a wave of debilitating nausea to Olivia, causing her to retch once more as she fought desperately against her traitorous body.Why was she like this?! To think that sh
Training and being taught to the best of her sister's abilities, Olivia considered herself the one capable of being on par with her beloved Sister. When it came to self-control, it would take an event so traumatic and upsetting for the younger of the siblings to even begin to lose her mind to her turbulent emotions. And in the event that she had to let loose, she still had enough of a sense to at least follow a basic enough attack pattern that would use her emotion-fuelled state to its fullest.Seeing as she was fighting someone that had clearly bested her sister's speed and strength, she'd have to either get creative to exploit openings that normally wouldn't be called as such, or she'd have to be faster in an order of magnitude greater than her sister's already amazing speed to get in before he could shape the earth to her will. With her smaller size, she was naturally faster than her older sister, at l