>>6150278You had no more time to fool around with your “twin.” Dropping your axe, you cup both of your hands together, muttering the incantation for a fireball spell. It had been a long time since you’d done this. Evidently though, it would take more than just a few swings from a mundane weapon to put this creature down. The skeleton peaks its single arm as far back as it can, before launching its axe towards you in an explosion of power courteous of the Crest of Indech. The weapon flies out, turned into a deadly projectile that threatens to leave you decapitated. In response, you launch your own missile, empowered by the Crest of Macuil.
The fireball flies from your hands, enlarged several times over as a result of your Crest. It engulfs the spinning axe, burning it to cinders before continuing its trajectory and slamming directly into the construct. Where it once stood is now a towering inferno, brightening the room considerably before fading away into a few embers. What remains are the charred remnants of bone, which quickly crumple onto the ground into ash.
You smile, taking a moment to bask in your victory. So, that was what it was like to fight Tristain d’Rusalka? You felt as though you perhaps had a greater understanding of your abilities, strengths, and even your weaknesses. And that final move the construct had pulled out…that was beyond interesting. You’d never done anything like that before, but after having witnessed the strange utilization of Indech, you felt what must pass for inspiration.
>Combat Art: Throw learned! (Toss your weapon at an enemy and return it to your hand. Ranged attack.) (1 Crest of Indech Charge)>100xp gained! (Level up!)>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 26/50 Lord (EXP: 10/100)HP: 17/53 (120%) + 1 = 54
Strength: 27 (65%) + 1 = 28
Magic: 18 (40%)
Speed: 14 (30%) + 1 = 15
Defense: 20 (60%)
Resistance: 15 (40%)
Luck: 13 (55%) + 1 = 14
>Crest of Macuil: 2 / 3“B-boss!” May exclaims, running over excitedly. “What was that? How did you do that? Since WHEN could you do that?!”
“Indeed.” Cassius says, joining you at your side. “I’d had no idea you were capable of calling upon the arcane arts. Color me impressed, Lord Tristain. There is clearly more to you than meets the eye.”
>“Oh, that?” You shrug your shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. “That was nothing. A trifle, really. I could have done that anytime I wanted.”“...Why didn’t you?” Adeline asks, eyebrows squinted in suspicion.
Fortunately, before you are forced to come up with an answer to Adeline’s awkward question, you are interrupted by Nadia, who sprints over to one of the overturned desks crowding the room. She gets on the floor and begins rifling through several discarded notebooks and loose papers, as if looking for something important. Her efforts grow more and more frantic, and she does not even notice you approaching her.
“It’s gone!” She cries breathlessly.
