This is a terrifying for all the reasons people have mentioned, and even more so because I'm not sure Hunger even qualifies as the first sky, yet. We're just a frog in a well! An old, treacherous frog. With a long tongue that can reach the sky? How horrible.
Hunger had an uneasy feeling as he carved through the legions of the Outer Temple, rushing headlong towards the Middle once more. He was making visible progress every day, growing in strength and proximity to the Imprisoned, but some ill premonition dogged him still, a feeling that, despite the life-and-death battles he'd participated in, the real challenge was still to come.
I, too, have had an uneasy feeling ever since I foolishly abandoned the Not Dying faction and voted to come here. Sorry about that, bro. The only consolation is that we're skyrocketing in strength, which will help us survive if we learn our lesson from this.
The description of the new powers is beautiful to see.
The residents of the Middle Temple treated the Outer as nothing more than ablative armor, its autonomous armies culling the chaff from those unfortunates bound to the Temple's call. Any who made it to the Middle were controlled via carefully selected incentives, the carrot of bribery and the stick of the Outriders acting in concert to neuter the outsider threat. Even the weakest Outrider patrols seemed a match for the mightiest beasts of the Outer Temple.
The system seems to be optimized for the lowest fuck requirement on the part of the Inners. And the slaughter of adventurers, too. I'm not the one who should be advocating for diplomacy first, but the current system results in a lot of death and
still allowed three powerful adventurers to the Middle just today. I suppose it's not a normal day, though, and our perspective as a Cursebearer is a bit skewed. Still, what dicks.
If the Middle represented so great an increase in sophistication over the Outer, then what did that bode for the Ring's guardian itself? For all that his rate of progression had been absurd, was he growing strong enough, fast enough, in the fields that mattered against so versatile and well-resourced a foe? This was no single monster, to be baited and easily hunted. It was an entire civilization bent to the purpose of keeping their Ring imprisoned and extracting its value thereby. Was his own power too linear, too physically focused, to overcome them?
The truest expression of Tyranny, taking on an entire civilization. Hunger says it isn't a single monster, but they are pretty mean and he's not
not baiting and hunting them. As Vanreir would say, one policy for all enemies! Well, he died because of that, so actually I take it back.
I don't think I've seen Hunger's musings about the limitations of the warrior build before, but he has a point, shared by the librarianbros. On the other hand, overcome even if etc. That's one meme that's definitely going to become overused, and it'll be my fault in part.
Gotta wonder, though, what the Inner Residents even
do all day. Scheme against each other, apparently, and forge things. Those are good ways to spend time, but the isolationism seems a bit extreme.
But for all that he could doubt his chances of success, there was no doubt as to his course of action. He would cut through, until the Ring was freed.
Hey, Hunger, maybe there should be a little more dou- *is cut*
Nope, death or glory it is.
Mid-morning saw him in the Middle Temple again, deep past the bucolic pastures of its outskirts and into civilization proper, densely-populated towns of high medieval architecture separated by sweeping, carefully regimented fields of crops. In the valley between two towns he spotted an ongoing battle: A one-armed swordsman in grey Outrider leathers against a figure clad in unadorned plate. It was going poorly for the latter, puncture holes dotting their torso, the heavy steel of their armor rent and ruptured around each exit wound.
Another glimpse of the civilization in the Middle, and this is at least closer to being worthy of the Ring than the outskirts. They're at least taking advantage of magic for higher population density and better farming, I
think. It's still a shame, the Inner better be all crystal spires and shit.
Damn, our R-Type friend is already half dead, and they don't even get a good description. They have a plate, with holes. A holey plate, this is clearly another paladin. Don't worry, we'll save you! (Spoilers: We didn't.)
The swordsman spotted him out of the corner of his eye and swiftly attacked, jabbing with his blade in Hunger's direction. His movement was a blur even to the Cursebearer, and scarce had Hunger interposed the Evening Sky before it was pierced easily through, a wound sprouting across his lower torso. Whipping his cloak around he sprinted behind a nearby hill, blocking the swordsman's line of sight.
Off to a bad start, this guy is even faster than I was expecting, and just as unerring. Thank Rank for that convenient hill, for the voters, who suggested breaking line of sight, and hopefully the holey knight that can take advantage of the distraction.
...how did he know we were an enemy, exactly? I mean, Hunger is incredibly suspicious, but seems like he had a description. Or maybe his judgment is just as Unerring as his blade.
A perfect shot to the liver, punching clean through to daylight. Were it not for his Ring of Blood, it would quickly become a lethal wound. As it was, the relatively small cross-section of the attack meant it would only be the inconvenience of seconds. And yet there was no time to lose. Once the outrider dispatched his current opponent, Hunger would be next, and the enemy's incredible speed meant that pursuit would not favor him. What did he know so far? High physical parameters, already wounded, ranged thrust attacks with apparently infallible aim. His best solution was to meet offense with offense.
Thank you, Ring, for allowing us to survive past the first hit .001 seconds in. That would have been an embarrassing way to die. This guy's speed is no joke, I figured that it would be kind of extraneous for his perfect accuracy build, but Hunger can't have nice things.
As it is, though, Hunger's going to cut through! What happens when an unstoppable force meets an unstoppable force? Debilitating drawbacks all around, yay!
Wasting no further instants, he quickly leapt out from the hillside, launching a sevenfold blade projection directly at the swordsman as he charged. Eyes flickering briefly, the enemy intercepted his blade projection with one of his own, the thrust every bit the equal of the cut, spearing it in twain. Collapsed blade-force carved a meters-deep divot into the ground as the attack folded in on itself.
It's one thing to hear Rihaku say that his basic attack is equal to our best effort, but seeing us get shut down so completely is humbling. I recall suggesting that we should cut his thrust, but he thrust our cut instead. the overwhelming enemy class really is made of overwhelming enemies.
At least it's the ground that took the debilitating drawback from this clash.
Hunger was already lunging, sword like a flickering thresher as he fired forward consecutive blade-winds, Ring of Blood flaring to exacerbate the outrider's wounds and repair his own. Without hesitation the swordsman turned to face him, effortlessly countering the swarm of blade-winds while a strategically placed thrust put a hole through Hunger's heart.
Oof, has bladewind spam failed us? No, it is I who have failed bladewind spam. I must repent.
But yeah, I was assuming that perfection required time, but Justinian has long since paid that cost.
But hey, we're already getting stats out of this fight! +Heartlessness.
A critical organ for most, but not for the bearer of the Blood Ring. Without so much as breaking stride Hunger continued brazenly forward, and the swordsman was forced to leap back in order to avoid a close-range grapple. At that moment the armored figure fired, its arm falling away to reveal a cannon-like apparatus before launching a thunderous salvo.
Some people wear their heart on their sleeve, but Hunger wears it on his finger. Beat through, even if it cannot be beaten? In the circulation sense, here. Fuck, I am going to annoy so many of you by repeating that meme, because it's so
easy. Consider yourself warned, Uttermost voters.
At least grappling seems like it was a good idea, since he doesn't want it to happen. And yes, Megaman did take advantage of the distraction to fire some Buster shots.
With unerring grace the outrider shifted in midair, blur of his sword a deflecting dance to answer the storm of bullets. Hunger joined in, charging again for the grapple, exerting the full power of his Ring to denude his enemy's blood in erratic, disorienting fits. At last the swordsman appeared to falter, but sensing a feint Hunger juked to the side in the moment before contact. Wisely so, as the outrider spun and thrust twice, displaying heretofore-unseen speed even as his blood was further suppressed. Light jabs both, but Hunger felt his eye put out all the same, and a corresponding groan from the armored figure.
I adore the contrast between this fight and the Magus one, instead of seeing what whacky bullshit he's going to pull out next, he just keeps thrusting, even against problems that I did not expect that to be effective against. Which, that's the idea, but I feel like the other half of a printer go brrrr meme. Sword go shiiiing?
Blood debuff disorientation does not cause the Unerring to err. Who could have predicted this? Ah, well, it was worth a shot.
And fuck, when I was complaining about how fast he is earlier he was still holding back.
Don't fight the First Sword, he'll put your eye out, kid. This guy is making me salty, he hasn't even lost his cool.
Props to Hunger for not falling for the feint, that's some amazing instinct, and props to Vanreir for feinting in the first place, despite his mindset.
Blind, but he still had his blood sense. No time for despair. And yet what could he do? The enemy was simply too fast, his reflexes too sharp, form and instincts impeccable, every attack landing exactly where it was placed. Desperately he exuded raw Pressure, sheer murderous intent, the cruel shining sun of his spirit blazing ceaselessly over his foe. At this finally the swordsman relented, reeling under that supernal might. For all his strength, there was a seam in this outrider's spirit, a thin dividing line that was only imperfectly sealed.
Ring is definitely doing work this fight. Nothing works? Time for Plan B, no Gisena version. Fuck it, everything dies. Fortunate that the enemy had a secret weakness, otherwise he would have wasted his energy for nothing.
Pressure is cool, I want to drown my enemies under my awesome more often. The update continues talking about how outclassed Hunger is, which I do believe I've picked up on by this point. I reiterate: we absolutely should not have won this fight.
He felt more than heard that figure's next movement, steamroller charge of pure crushing force, fury and clangor like an ironworks onrushing. Hunger redoubled the expulsion of his Pressure, hollowing himself out, pinning-in-place the outrider by sheer verity of spirit. Even so, at the last moment he felt the enemy throw off his influence, violent force as the outrider's very soul seemed to nearly rupture in twain, one-half of it absorbing the brunt of his assault so that the other could go free.
Luckily, we're not alone, and Megaman did... something, and we coordinated our super attacks. Well, his super attack, and Hunger's flailing. He should be much weaker now! Key word is should, we might have just made him mad.
There was a clap of thunder.
Blind and briefly spent, Hunger could barely react to the outside world as he marshaled his reserves once more. Through his bloodsense he saw the figure of the swordsman, blade outstretched, and heard the tinkling of armor plates falling to the ground.
Slowly his Ring's regeneration restored his sight. The swordsman was a ragged ruin, raw muscle and bone naked to the winds, blood dribbling and pooling from countless tears across his form. In the last instant he must have met the incoming armor with a counter-charge of his own, a full-bodied piercing lunge that cored out the mass of plate in a single fell stroke. Indeed, there was a swordsman-shaped exit blown out the back of the hulking machine, which now slowly toppled. Of course, such an attack left no protection for its executor against the terrible crushing momentum of the armored figure's charge.
Uh, well, it did a lot of
injury, but this time it's the enemy who should be dead, and I'm still not sure it did more than make him mad. His skin's off? It's just a flesh wound. Amusing looney tunes scene with Megaman's death, and I don't think I realized how big he was before this point.
Vanreir can thrust with his whole body, which is variety I absolutely did not expect from Mr. practice a single strike until you die. Not that it matters now, the basics are still more effective against us.
Panting, Hunger gave his opponent a nod of acknowledgement. He could respect the tenacity, the sheer force of will behind his unswerving technique.
Politely, the outrider inclined his own head. Neither had the strength in this moment to summon an attack capable of bringing his opponent low. Hunger could only hope that the Ring of Blood rejuvenated him faster than the swordsman adapted to his own wounds. Trauma that would have killed a normal man seemed to only briefly faze him. Under the influence of his Ring, very little blood now remained in the man's veins, but the outrider stood stoic and nearly upright, a blade bent but unbroken. And like a blade, chipped and marred, damage to his physical form would weaken, but fail to render useless, so long as the edge was sharp.
Oh, nope, he isn't even mad, but he is exhausted. If only we weren't as horribly off, we could take advantage. Interesting that he can survive such injury without more serious wound penalties, this guy's screw-the-rules levels are higher than I expected. Though the Blade sacrificed himself, it seems Vanreir is still a blade.
As with magic systems, I prefer that only Hunger has absurd force of will, all enemies should be weak and still give 10 picks. Anything else is cheating. *nods firmly*
"Vanreir, Amarlt," said the outrider, breathing heavily still, his voice a whispery croak. "The strength, of your spirit, is commendable."
"The spirit," Hunger remarked, his breaths equally ragged, "is willing; but the flesh, is weak."
Vanreir raised his hand and waved it slightly, as if to say that he had seen worse.
Slowly, painfully, he turned his blade to face Hunger, its tip pointed unsteadily at his eye.
"I, regret, the necessity of this," he said, "but know, that it's for, a good cause."
Diplomacy time. Really, it's a stretch to call it that, but Hunger never said he was going to be reasonable about what constitutes dialogue. And when would Vanreir have seen worse, he's about to drop dead after this fight. How hardcore.
Wouldn't expect him to be unsteady, even at this point, but I suppose he doesn't have to be steady to hit. It just helps.
Right back at you, V-man, your death will serve the greater good of making the thread happy, you're not even a real person. Wait, no, that's too meta.
Time for a pathetic fight of two guys who can barely move flailing at each other. Somehow, those fights are often the coolest of all possible fights.
"I understand," Hunger said, steadying his blade. "Cut through, even if it cannot be cut. It must be quite the cause."
He said the thing! Not that the cause has to be good to receive such Willpower, Uttermost gives Wis penalties after all.
Sensing an opening, a moment of weakness, Hunger still did not strike. He allowed his opponent to gather his thoughts.
"Hmph," Vanreir shook his head. "What are the chances... my father once said something very similar. I'm not one to believe in fate, but I'm glad you were my final opponent. A worthy enemy can be rarer than even a true friend."
"Well said," Hunger replied, idly scanning the battlefield. He raised his hand, setting his opponent's heart to beating, restoring some volume of Vanreir's blood. "Shall we decide properly which of our swords is the greater?"
Is this honor? No, just a refusal to interrupt the enemy when making a mistake.
It's odd for Vanreir to say final opp- oh, he doesn't think we're going to win, he's just going to retire after this fight no matter what. And with Justinian's sacrifice, his end might be nearer than ever. As I've said before, worthy enemies suck, and it's even worse if that applies to morality as well as power. You're a goofy musclehead.
Here, have some blood back. Hopefully he's not doing a Goku.
"If you wish," Vanreir said, with the air of a man granting a final request. Hunger circled around to a particular point on the battlefield, matching the angle of his initial entry, where the sun fell in neither swordsman's eyes. Slowly he raised his blade aloft, jewel on his finger grim and subdued. The pallor of mortality was like a shadow across the battlefield. Each man knew that this moment could be his last.
Vanreir walked to match him, taking up the stance of his signature thrust. Now within melee range, tip of his blade aimed squarely at Hunger's brain pan, the crystal-steel edge caught and splintered the sun's rays, a daytime thunderbolt.
Enough of sword-projections. An opponent such as this deserved the physical blade.
Everything's so goddamn honorable, which is terrifying because he's straight better than us. We haven't hit him once, yet, except with pressureblasting which we're too drained to use.
Sun reference continue to menace my paranoia, even though I'm 99% certain that's just Rihaku's aesthetic.
It's odd to reserve the blade itself as a higher compliment, since I think the projections are actually stronger. But Vanreir doesn't know that, we're actually weaker than he thinks. Wait, what a terrible secret.
On the same count they inhaled. An unspoken understanding passed between them. Time compressed, congealed, folded over on itself like molten amber. On came the thrust, that viperous lash of silver like lightning made steel. Hunger's blade descended, but slowly, far too slowly to land any serious blow. By the time Amarlt's thrust loomed before him, his hand had managed only to interpose itself between the enemy's sword and his own head.
There was a clang of steel against silver, a clarion note of pure deflection. The Forebear's Blade fell from nerveless fingers.
Like an inverse kingfisher Amarlt was pointed skywards, his blade thrusting forwards and up, the all-piercing force of his strike no match for the indestructible Ring in its path, which had been bound to Hunger's finger by the Accursed himself. Hunger pressed downwards with his right foot, titanic strength collapsing the weakened ground around the divot that his very first blade-projection had created.
Falling rapidly, the bones of his hand a shattered ruin, the Foebear's Blade was level now with his mouth. Snatching it in his teeth, he fired a single blade-projection, one last absolute exertion. Committed still to his thrust, Vanreir could not change his trajectory. Cleanly bisected, chest from sternum, still his arms and eyes and blade could only face up, up, up: turned forever heavenward, as if to pierce through the sky itself.
In the end, we only needed one blow that tells. Let's ignore the thousand ineffective and desperate attacks before, shall we.
I had never considered using the Ring as a shield, and it's brilliant. Of course, it's very blatantly a desperation move, 'cause that thing's tiny. I had no idea that the broken ground from our first, apparently not-so-futile attack would become relevant. I'm amazed that mouthswording was actually helpful, even if it's another obvious bit of desperation. Hunger is just so awesome. Night falls for Vanreir.
I like that the world slowed down to make this more dramatic, that's how this place rolls.
But there was always a sky above the sky. One could pierce for all eternity without finding its limit.
Age and treachery had prevailed again, though victory tasted like ashes in his mouth. Slowly he examined the Ring, its jewel flaring crimson, the pulse of its inhalation drawing a thundering sea of power.
Jewel and band and finger all were whole and untouched. Of Vanreir Amarlt's final attack, no evidence remained, not even so much as a scratch.
I would say that the Voyaging realm has a limit, but with spacewarping it could probably keep moving around so the attack never reaches it.
Even though Hunger is beat to hell, and retains the mark of the
first attack, Hunger is perfectly fine.
Age and Treachery has won, but damn if Youth and Vigor wouldn't make all these fights easier.
Fanwork#1686 words, I'm too drained to go into the votes. I'll be fine with any 4-pick or defining one, really, but I think True Maiming sucks the least. Every one of you are cool, and so is Arete.