>>5793350The first time you’d fought Kronya, you were blinded by her speed. You’d never met anyone who was as fast as her. Even Petra, who by all accounts was the quickest person you’d encountered by that point, could hardly keep up with the Agarthan Talon. But you hadn’t been a slouch these last few years. You’ve been fighting nonstop since your encounter in the Sealed Forest, growing stronger and faster than you could have ever imagined you’d become. Before Kronya can rush forward and attack you, you’re already on top of her. You extend your hand out and summon the icy winds of Fimbulvetr to pummel the Talon where she stands.
>Blair: 31 MAG + 5 (BT) + 12 (Fimbulvetr) = 48 - 14 RES = 34*2 = 68 DMG>Stun: 46, 51 (Miss)>Kronya: 4/72 HPBoth the room, as well as Kronya, are frozen solid. The icy winds of Fimbulvetr freeze all they touch. The assassin is stuck in place like an icicle, mid-motion with her dagger drawn. Slowly, cracks begin to form over the ice, until it finally shatters into pieces, releasing the assassin from its grasp.
“W-what the h-h-hell w-was that?!” Kronya’s manages to utter through chattering teeth. Her body is covered in horrid lacerations and frostbite. It’s a miracle that she’s still managing to stand.
>“You’re outmatched.” You say confidently. “I remember exactly how strong you used to be. It might have been scary back then, but I’ve been fighting your kind for too long now to feel any sort of fear. You don’t scare me anymore. In fact, I welcome this opportunity with open arms!”“Y-you’ve become a cocky little b-bitch haven’t you?” She chatters. “B-but I won’t stay down. Y-you’re going to die, Blair. Mark my words!”
>Kronya: 27 STR + 6 (Athame) = 33 – 28 DEF = 5 DMG>Crit: 77, (Miss)>Blair: 62/67 HPKronya launches Athame with deadly precision, and the dagger embeds itself into your shoulder. Despite being a dream, the pain you feel is as real as it gets. That being said, it isn’t just Kronya’s speed you remember, but her strength as well. And while she could have eviscerated you with such an attack in your younger years, now it only serves to act as a mild annoyance. You pluck the dagger out of your arm, indifferent to the pain you feel, and throw it onto the ground. You extend one hand towards the Assassin and let loose a single Fireball.
The previously frozen Kronya is now engulfed in flames. She staggers around for a few moments, before collapsing to the ground, reduced to a pile of ashes.
Easy enough, you think to yourself as you watch the flames whittle away into nothing. If only things had really gone this way. You turn back towards the entrance of the room, where Martha must have escaped through. Dream or not, you wanted to find her and make sure she was safe. But as you turn your back on the smoldering pile, you’re caught by surprise.
