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The Least Common Denominator XVIII.VI Algebra
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
The Least Common Denominator XVIII.VII Algebra: Olivia
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
The Least Common Denominator XVIII.VIII Algebra: Olivia
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
The Least Common Denominator XIX.I Spreadsheet
In all of my years of living a life, both from this one and the last, I had never been one to be constantly surprised about illogical or grim news. Being a naturally pessimistic person negated the latter while being resigned to fate allowed me to easily digest the former. It was just in my nature to accept and accept whatever was thrown at me despite my grievances; to simply lay down and take it instead of going against the flow. In a way, I'd guess some would say that's because I was a woman, and that it was in our nature to simply accept what was thrown at us.Which was, of course, so misogynistic that even I took offense to it. I still had the ability to say no, after all.But while I was always willing to accept reality, that didn't mean I would always like it. I'd follow, but I'll grumble and complain about it nonstop until I was done with what was needed. It may be easie
The Least Common Denominator XIX.II Spreadsheet
Opening the flap separating the inside of my tent from the outside world, I steeled myself for what was possibly the most stressful thing that I'll have to do in this world yet. I could stomach fighting, years of studying under my Mom desensitizing me from the fear of pain and getting hit. I could stomach leading, having been forced to do so for years even before I wound up in this world. Hell, and I can't believe I'm saying this, I could even stomach getting raped, so long as it was a fellow woman that did the deed. And god did that last sentence sound awful, even to myself.No... What I couldn't stomach was knowing that people's lives were on the line if I ever fucked up in trying to treat them.So as I walked outside of the comforts of my personal tent, I already knew that I was fucked before I even began."It hurts..."<
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Okay... As much as I'd want to do this in the proper way, there was absolutely no chance in hell that I can do it with the current situation. Field medicine was something I have read about, but never really practiced. So hopefully, my dozens of hours spent in the subject should kick in once I find myself in the zone. The seminars I took should be reactivated at the back of my mind once that happens as well; mixing with the knowledge that I knew I still had under lock and key in the deep recesses of my mind. Of course, this was all conjecture, but I managed to survive clinical practice by essentially being paranoid, but ultimately being quite cocky with my above-average ability to retain information."C-Crimson..."Although, I should've seen this coming since I was on the verge of breaking down for each day that I spent being in close proximity with a dying patient.
The Least Common Denominator XIX.IV Spreadsheet
Trying to fix people left right and center had me completely drained by the time I reached the town hall. It was far from ideal for a healer to be thoroughly exhausted before she even started, but that was the life of a health worker during fringe emergencies such as these. I couldn't afford to get some rest, there were still lives that I had to try and save.Staring at the grim sight in front of me, I can already feel the rising tension forming in my gut as I limped my way towards the center of this whole mess. The town hall was packed to the brim full of injured patients; some more injured than others as the groans of agony filtered through the air like a miasma of death and decay. I squinted as I spotted most of the people playing field medic standing over some of the more agonizing patients, their faces one of concern and panic as they flitted across the makeshift cots like headless chickens.
The Least Common Denominator XIX.V Spreadsheet
While my hands worked on the patient in front of me, my mind was abuzz with the prospect of the most stupid idea I had ever concocted in this world so far.Runes were bullshit. There was no doubting that. Being capable of doing things that would normally take modern science a ton of resources to replicate, Runecraft was the ultimate cheat code in manipulating the properties of the things we made. I was sure that if given enough time, I'd be able to replicate most of my modern tools and appliances through experimentation and sheer brute force."Hold her leg high, Lace.""W-What would it-""It'll prevent more blood from flowing into the wound. Now hold still..."Without the means of proper sterilization, performing surgery would do more harm than good due to the high risk of infection. A surge
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