>>6071759“Surrender now and you may see some semblance of mercy. The only way you could win is with the element of surprise, something you’ve lost already,” You state with finality.
He smirks, ew, as if he knows something you don’t, “Love, there’s still so much about me you need to learn!” He cries as he leaps out of the flame and slashes straight through you. He looks terrified as the rest of your body disintegrates to black particles, his hands shake, and as he goes to scream. You don’t let him.
You swing for his exposed neck, only barely being forced back by a frantic guard. It wouldn’t have been the quickest duel you’ve fought, but oh well. The flames return to shield him, as a giant wall not as a quick flash. Normally a move like this would be a good way to overuse your mana, but seeing as you’re up against a Stranger that’s a rather mute point.
“A-aha, darling I should have known you wouldn’t go down so easily!” He says as he looks at a copy that is not you. He grows a rather dumb face as his head turns and he sees the five different Lorina de Lindans on the field. Then he blushes and shakily exhales which quickly turns into a lecherous smile as he looks at your copies, “I didn’t take you for an illusionist, shame we can’t use all of them now but I'm sure we will later” He says with that shaky but not scared voice. What did he mean by that? And besides you're much more than a simple illusionist damn him!
His eyes close as he strikes a pose with his sword. Then the flames are upon you, all of you. Four Lorina de Lindans are dissolved as the fifth braces herself with swiftly cast fire protection wards. Marie and the mercenary dodge the flames as you are singed, but only slightly. Yet, despite his attack dispelling your illusions, the only thing you can think of is how much of a fool he is. Again you set upon him with a flurry of blows, the expectation that this will turn into a battle of steel but as messer meets messer, but as knife meets knife you come to a startling realization. The Stranger is rather shit.
Your blitz has made him drop all concentration on his fire as he’s faced with the reality of a woman on top of him and not in the way he’d like. Multiple gashes line his body while his cloak is in tatters. In just a minute, and a couple of seconds of swordplay, the fight is over before it’s even begun. You’re left feeling rather disappointed as you level the tip of your sword at his throat, his body falls to the ground, his messer feet away. He frantically for something under his raggedy cloak, but whatever dagger he has cannot stop you so you keep your sword in place. In a delirious state, the Stranger looks around, “Yield,” You growl but he doesn’t hear you as his eyes catch on the pond behind him. He closes his eyes and lets out one last breath before a sharp pain in your shoulder makes you stumble back. I-is that a gun!? Did he just shoot you?!
