>>5793346>“I’d be happy to kill you again, Kronya. As many times as you’d like.” You didn’t care if none of this was real. You hated the Agarthan in front of you more than anyone. You’d relish the chance to tear her apart. Even without your spear, you believed you’d be more than a match for her. After all, she was dead, and you’d only gotten stronger. “Drop the disguise already, Talon. I know exactly what you are.”“Anything for you, Blair.” She smirks one last time as shadows envelop her. Where Monica had been standing is now Kronya. She looks exactly as you remember, clad in her skin-tight black leathers. She smiles wickedly as she eyes you up and down, licking her lips. “Do you think just because this is a dream that you can’t possibly feel any pain? Feel any anguish or suffering? I’m going to enjoy carving into you slowly, bit by bit.” She emphasizes. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wake up a shell of your former self.”
>“Cutting into me with what?” You taunt. “Did you forget I was there when you died? I even have your dag-“ Shit! Realization dawns upon you like an axe to the face. Kronya’s Dagger, which you’d kept strapped to your side over the last few years, had now come into the possession of Eulalia. You’d given it to her just that morning and already forgotten it was no longer on you.
“Have my what?” Kronya giggles, producing the dagger out of thin air. “Do you want to back out? I won’t blame you if you do. I’ll make it a little easier on you if so.”
This was to be the last time you ever smoked Dreamleaf, you thought, just as the fight commenced.
>Kronya
>Level 30: AssassinHP: 72
STR: 27
DEX: 30
SPD: 42
LUK: 20
DEF: 22
RES: 14
Weapon: Athame (+6 DMG, 20% Crit, Ignores Crit Avoid)
Skill: Vantage (When under attack, strike first if HP is below 50%)
>Note: You are fighting without a spear.>Choose a spell to attack Kronya with. 