"Who are you?"
The man did not say anything, instead he walks slow and steadily.
But his speed muster up, his phase turns into a jog, and gradually- both of them are now in a different frequency.
Amaryllis observes his opponent while running together.
The man is only wearing a common cloak, which looks like it's made from a long piece of fabric and get shaped through. And his clothing hidden underneath, appears to have gone through many journeys.
He doesn't resemble a witch at all.
Suddenly, the man cast a camouflage just by waving his hands,...
No... He starts to envelop his sword in a shrouded mist.
He throws it!
Amaryllis jumps.
Part of an illusion hmmm?
"Exactly what as they said."
What the?!
The man quickly disperse in a swift that a human eye cannot track, but Amaryllis isn't.
He appears behind her, while she still in midair, but she reacted right away and deflected the swift attack.
If I got been slower, that should'v-.
F-!
However, it was not even a single attack, yet- in time. Amaryllis manage to parried every attack, in an order, in simultaneously.
He praise her, "Why did you attack our homeland, 67 years ago?"
Upon hearing the man's phrases; Amaryllis slowly raise her sword against him.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You'll know-- once you've taste my wrath!" -the man forwards; he use his magic again. He gets behind.
Bewildered, Amaryllis greets him head-on.
The battle remains to be in one sided pursuit; both exchanging blows, but she outwits every decision. Even so, Amaryllis still is showing the undeniable defeat by not only one, perhaps two or three. As she is getting behind in every aspect of mastership.
Nevertheless, Amaryllis knows how to get back on her knees.
With a flick of her hand, shifting in a straight line, she draws a thread through the resounding sound. /
The thread temporarily gave Amaryllis a thin barrier, giving herself a space. But the barrier will not last longer than their fight, as it was already been swept into the air. However, she still has something up to her sleeve.
He's underestimating me.
"HIYAHHHH!!!" -Amaryllis cuts the thread, downward and seamless between the line. Making her attack of fury, let out a scream that tore through the silence, sending her enemy flying.
But even with such an attack from Amaryllis, it seemed to have no effect to him.
"You called that an attack?"
The man suddenly move back.
Amaryllis breathes deeply, and loosened herself for a bit. "What's that? Retreating now after rushing into me? Scared of what this merely thread can do to you?"
They walk in circles, and Amaryllis- looking at her opponent keenly, she ties her hair before going out again.
"Hmmph! Finally, showing your true colors?" -arrogance.
The mist slow dissipates from his sword.
Amaryllis thoughts.
Seriously... What is this guy saying about me?
-she notice her opponent mumbling something.
The man's finger- gleams in a dimming light; he whispers:
"Lenient Grace."
perplexed- Using craft like enchantment.
-Amaryllis initiates by kicking her sword below its grip, hoping it would hit her enemy; she hit it with full might. But her enemy also has his own speed and talent... As it was ultimately been parried and gets it pin on the ground. On the other hand, Amaryllis already tied her sword with a thread, just by flicking again.
Since its pin was deep enough and the sword was quite long, Amaryllis opponent made it as his leverage and jump right on the tips of the grip. Making the pinning, deeper. [1]
As Amaryllis pulling out her thread to get her sword back; her strength couldn't keep up with the speed the man has. Therefore, Amaryllis quickly duck after her opponent's vertical slash.
Her opponent see it thoroughly, while mid air she kicks and makes Amaryllis thrown off.
Still- that attack will not prove anything to their fight.
Suddenly, Amaryllis's phone ring.
-Tsk.
The phone keeps ringing as the battle goes.
Both the man and Amaryllis are giving what they had. However, it wasn't like it seems to be- or should happen very early on.
Amaryllis's opponent generally showed the biggest changes in terms of fatigue-ness, while she- herself still standing unprovocative despite having the flag.
The man cast another,... this time it is a spell. He weaves his finger in an incomplete star.
He attacks again, full barrage; he flips and then continues while casting strenuously.
By through means of my vessel-
I desire his power
By breath of ash and ember-
I desire his presence
No!! -Amaryllis give him a kick. He's praying to a god!
"Stop!!"- Amaryllis push herself... This time she unleashes her magic, but the man continues through it.
"It's dangerous!!"
SHIT SHIT SHIT! Are there people nearby?!
Amaryllis went to an attack, hoping it would bleed him, even if it is a shallow one.
And then she went for another; she let go of her sword and let both of her hands wield in two separate threads.
-she hurls it.
The man continues.
O'great goddess of fire.
Allow me to ignite between
Speaks proudly of your creation
I renounce your inauguration
If I had ever known this would become like this. I should have I ever called for sister.
The threads coiled and binds her enemy, yet- even in her tightening grip, Amaryllis hadn't foreseen his opponent's relentless defiance.
His limbs were thrashing, his mouth is in a segment, and hers- even as the weave. Their cries were unraveled, -but the silence were far greater after ought.
Ignite the storm, let sparks now fly
Spit the flame, like birds soar high.
The man inhale a bit too soft- and let the god spoke.
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The sound-...
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What kind of leverage is th-
Broke..?[2]
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Carpero: Church of Perpetual Moon | Curator
Merely standing and wrapped in an extravagant garment that even the wealthy residents cannot match the ever-elegance the figure has.
From the fabric that looks painted with thousand darkness, and stars that is seen within in many reflections from the shore gives. Garment alone- formed the concept of a goddess from ancient times.
She approach, and her ornaments at the waist began to sing. In her utterance, her limbo synchronized and provided ever-fear of those who were before and after.
Gradually emerges from the mirror, while the curator mesmerize the appearance. The antiquity saw the uniqueness of an attire that resembles of those who engages in battles, but stays in composure because of unique style. While the limbo serves as being forsaken, behind her represents the tale of many seas in compass. And the cloth that is leaning on her dresses back,... a fellow could have known the liken of the goddess, to the ashes of those who became fallen due to unlikeliness.
"My dear..."
The goddess leans herself closely and chokes the curator on the cheeks. As she once asked the curator, and now already on the fourth one.
The curator- cornered in a side of the wall, fearing for his life... his left eye is being part of the goddesses' hostage; a short blade, shape like a feathered pen is pointed at.
"I'm only asking about a mere date. Why is that being so hard for you?" The woman smiles sarcastically.
Still- the curator did not say anything.
!!! Noises came outside.
A shout from a nun outside the room, and glass of water that fell on the ground.
Untroubled, the goddess let go of the curator and walk towards the slight open door.
-they meet with their eyes; one in lower.
"Didn't expect that there were still believers. Wait, am I on the wrong chapter?" -fingers on her underlip. She sigh. "Should I erase all of you from hereafter?"
-the goddess claps twice, it resounded.
A book opens out of thin space.
The goddess selects one page of very few contents of the book, but it suddenly flips, in turns of 4.
"It already happened huh? Fine then, rephrase the entire sequence."
The space had just fractured, the ribbons of reality got peeled away, and the ravages in jagged silence; they froze at one time.
Beneath her, a shimmering plane unfurled by one and being in many...,it did not get the concept of any existing plane.
In his knees, The curator stood frozen. His eyes remained blind to the spectacle; his chest tightened, lungs refuse in rhythm, and bloodstream tells to only 'flee'.
The air had shifted to something irreversible, but the room withstand, untouched. As if it had granted immunity from any of the consequences.
The time regains its title.
He asked himself as he crawled back.
-That can't be
What kind of omniscience?!
The curator judge the goddesses appearance. Is that the Wayfinder?
-he whisper, "It shouldn't be, it can't be."
The woman sees him as she turns around, "Now, now. That's dirty." -shows a teasing smile; she gets close. "Come on. I'm still not finish with you." -she suddenly lifted her shoulders.
The man shows a bit of curiosity, as she reveals her beauty.
The book flips.
"Got you... September 21, 2061... Rephrase his entire being."
"What?" -he wakes up. "Where am I?"
[1] this paragraph doesn't travel that much if you were thinking something special
[2] tbh, I cannot think of a better sequence or word for this part. Just imagine a piston, and a sonic boom; at the end of it's sudden silence, the fire will just completely eradicate the field entirely or be engulf.