7 Ghosts (Claymore X Worm AU crossover)

Chapter 27: Gray Text
Chapter 27: Gray Text

I knew somehow that this creature before me was no girl. It was a monstrous yoma who could crush my skull and slurp my brain as easily as I could break an egg.

"Hey why are you staring at Priscilla like that?"

I also knew killing her was one of my goals. Wait? Didn't I just meet her?

I sighed, and felt a headache coming on. For some reason I also knew if I could break off a piece of her she'd taste like pork belly--tough pork belly. Why?

"Nothing. It's nothing." I said forcing myself to look away. The boy was dressed like a southern farmboy. No more than 12 or 13 with plain brown hair and a short Dirk at his side.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him while ignoring the other one.

She didn't seem to appreciate being glared at and then ignored. She puffed up to say something but then the boy settled her down with a comforting pat.

"Just to confirm we are in Riful's primary fortress, right?"

"Yes, where else would you be?"

"You may find this hard to believe but a second ago we were speaking to Vali Dreadnaught, and his companion. We wanted to sneak inside and were told they might be the only people who could get us in here. After we explained what we wanted he agreed and then his companion punched me. Well, punched us and we landed here. Moreover, we landed in the middle of a room with no broken walls or ceiling."

His story made more sense than I liked. The name Vali sent a shiver down my spine. Within the saints order there was a small hierarchy of one to three star saints based on accomplishments, experience and responsibility. Then there were those who carved out a place for themselves entirely independently. One of the most respected titles was to be one of the Heralds, of which there were only five when I left Saintshold.

Contrary to their public image, they were all notorious among the saints as troublesome or selfish fellows. Even the title "Herald" was more of a courtesy and warning with no official authority to order around others. Nevertheless the people given this title and independency had made it a respected title through their work. You didn't even get considered as a Herald unless you could solo a voracious yoma alone.

Vali was no fool. He must have known what she was with or without a sensor like herself to tip him off.

It was only smart to send them on their way like they were asking and why not send them into this pit to fight Riful and her legions. The enemies killing each other just makes less work.

"Alright, but you'll be killed if you're found. What possessed you to want to come here?" Could the boy be aware she's a monster and is trying to lure her into a fight? Or is the girl luring the boy back to her lair and is part of Riful's forces?

He clenched his hands. "It's my brother. I need to know where he is and help him if he's trapped. I know it's reckless, and you don't have to call me stupid or a fool too. But I'm tired of being told to just take it."

I turn to the girl but stay silent. She matches my silence. I don't dare open my mouth to ask. I fear what my tongue will say, not to mention I flat out fear her. I thought the PMSing among the Saints were bad but they were practically role models of positive mental health compared to the likes of Riful and her cronies.

"What's your brother's name? Actually what are all of your names? My own is Lyta Trevor of Saintshold."

"Oh sorry, I'm Raki Sand from Dabi, and this is Priscilla. My brother's name is Zaki Sand. He looks a lot like me except taller and more muscled." He flexed his puny muscles and I had to do my best not to laugh. But his antics earned a small smile from the monster.

I got back to business and pulled up my book again. First was "Priscilla." Unfortunately, I had a four dozen entries with that name, and most of them were so short or vague they would be hard to even eliminate as possibilities if I knew her well.

"She doesn't have a last name or does she?" I decide to ask Raki.

"She won't tell me and doesn't like to be asked about it." He responds as she clocks her head to the side. Can she see my book? No, that shouldn't be possible.

The boy, "Raki Sand," had better prospects. Based on age I could toss out the only other one listed.

Raki Sand
- Age 13
- Villager of Dabi
- Race: Pure Human
- Shard: Inactive
- Leadership D++++
- Fighting Style: Bluff and ?
- Traits: Low self-esteem, ?, bro-con, optimistic, naive.
- Allies: Priscilla (?)
- Immunities: Thick-headedness (resistance to romance)
- Fulcrum: Play off his optimism and loyalty to his brother. Do not tell him Priscilla's true nature.
- Potential: Use him to manipulate Priscilla. As long as Priscilla is pretending to be human she won't kill you. With Priscilla's help, if you can hide it from Raki, you could just walk out the front door.
- Disposition: Does not perceive you.
- Recommendation: Be useful to Raki. Also, offer him some Extremis.

It's still pushing drugs. It has toned down lately, somewhat. When I first began using it I thought they were recommendations from goddess Rabona. Since then I've figured out some of them are just what they say they are--recommendations. They don't always work out and when they don't I usually wind up bloody, and bloody exhausted.

Wait! I hurriedly look back at potential.

'With Priscilla's help, if you can hide it from Raki, you could just walk out the front door.' I stared at that line. The only other time I'd seen something like it was with Europa's profile. Of course, both don't even recognize my existence even though I'm right in front of this one.

Fine, Rabona, I can see divine intervention when it slaps me in the face. Screw whatever she is. Screw my outraged instincts. They also go wild around the empress' daughter and she's one of the most stable and sane beings here.

"Um, Ms. Trevor."

"Don't call me that." I say angrily. He recoils. Oops.

"I mean Ms. Trevor is my mother." I mollify sweetly. "Look just call me Lyta, and I have a power that tells me things about people I search for. I assume you came here because the Empress' people took him. Just give me a minute, and I'll even know which hand he uses to wipe his butt."

"Wow, you're a saint too." He says with awe.

Yes I am and you're crazy, but I won't judge you.

Zaki Sand
- Age 20
- Shard: Detached
- Race: Pure Human
- Subordinate: Riful (formerly), Rubel
- Allies: Rose, ?
- Traits: Rebellious, ?, ?, ?, ?
- Potential: Fodder for Morphine?
- Recommendation: Share his current status with his brother Raki to increase comradery.
- Location of Remains: Ash basin of the armor smelter.


This was grayed out. I had seen this before with Clare, Ophelia Victoria, and a few others who made escape attempts. Raki would not be meeting his brother again in this life.

"Why don't you sit down for this?" I suggested gently.

He took it better than I'd expected given he'd just charged into his likely grave to help rescue his apparently dead brother.

"I see."

He frowned but he didn't break. Priscilla reached out for his hand and gripped it tightly. She looked up at him and I wanted to urge them to hug/slice her face off/ask her about her bloodtype.

This was getting annoying, and I was entirely too fine with this. I glared at my pouch holding my extremis. It was probably its fault.

"I can't tell you about the circumstances of his death, but I've heard the name of one of his allies before. Rose was executed a good while before I got here for holding a coup." I suggested. That was the last major coup. A handful of escape attempts with the best one resulting in the Sea Tunnel.

"Do you think he died in that? Fighting the Empress and her kingdom?" His face was cloudy and expressionless.

"Maybe, I don't actually know any of the details." I turned back to Raki's entry and then froze. Under his name the recommendation section had changed. "I wouldn't have the first clue, though, where to start looking for info on that. I'm doubt we'll ever learn the whole truth." I quickly added.

"You're right, but if I can't bring back his body I should at least learn the truth of how he lived and died. As long as he and his deeds aren't completely forgotten, a part of him will be with us won't it." He said to Priscilla.

"NO, that's just superstitious drivel." I interrupt. "The dead are dead and the living are living." Geez, this kid. He's like one of those 60 year-old priests. "Listen, if you want to honor your brother then find a way to get out of here alive. This place is a death trap."

"What do you mean, Ms. Lyta?" I gape at him with nothing to say. A fish could have jumped into my mouth and then jumped out without any reaction.

He didn't come in through the front door, I realized. The Empress of course is yoma, but most people haven't seen a voracious yoma in their fully transformed state. If they had they'd be dead. He was just teleported here somehow. I shake my head and wonder if I shouldn't just go back to thinking of useless ways to make Europa notice me.

"Listen kids, this isn't just the center of Riful's power. This place was designed as a prison for the people inside it. We're not even in the worst of the worst. That's the security zones for the things in the basement. Still, unless you can fly at the speed of sound or turn invisible and teleport across the 5 km chasm surrounding this fortress we're stuck here. Moreover, it's all continually scanned every hour, so we really, really need to find a way to get you into publicly allowed areas soon."

Or around a bunch of animals. According to his profile, Mimir had a hard time telling humans apart from sufficiently large or numerous animals. Unfortunately, I didn't know enough to determine if the flesh producing organisms in the cellars were close enough to count and add interference.

I glance at Raki and it's clear he's confused and perhaps a little in over his head. It's time to present my plan/steamroll over his objections. "Raki...and Priscilla, unless we move with a focus on escaping, there's a good chance that not only will you be caught before finding out the truth--not a single one of you will be able to escape alive."

This seemed to bother them, but mostly about each other. Perfect, even without Priscilla's page my guess was right. Her weakness has to be Raki, and anything that could be a danger to Raki was a concern for her.

"Fortunately, I have a friend who has a wonderful head for plans." I explained.

"Wait, I thought you had a plan, Ms. Lyta?"

"I do. My plan is to ask Erin for the plan. Follow me quickly but carefully."


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"So that's why we need to go there." I finished explaining.

"Okay," said the stone Gargoyle construct.

"So can we pass, now?" I asked hopefully.

"No. No trespassing." It stubbornly demanded.

Dumb as a rock that got run over by a fleet of wagons. Fine. This required my secret weapon. "hat about a very quick trip while you eat this?" I suggested bringing out fifteen bera.

It finally nodded. I passed it to him and then tried to run on through while it sucked on one like a popsicle.

I normally am in the blue faction's area, where experiments and the food supply is guarded. Meanwhile Erin is in the red faction areas, where the transportation and communication work gets done. Passage from the blue to the red faction area is lightly restricted, but there are ways around it if you could identify the laziest and greediest border guard.

"Wait, da kids. I can ignore someone like you," it said with an insulting gesture. "But if you want me to 'take a break' for all three of you I want more."

The idiot was going to shake me down for even more. Did I look like I was a rich brat? That's Erin's, or it would be if she wasn't here.

"How about I help you with labor? I can clean your nest for two whole weeks?"

He shook his stony head.

"Three?" No. "Four?"

After a brief pause he gave me a tentative nod. Great! I'll clean his eerie a month if I fail and survive this escape attempt. Actually it'll probably be recycled. Nothing to worry about no matter what. Just keep telling yourself that.

"Alright, follow me quickly." I said to the kids. Ten minutes later I'd found Erin repacking a cube shaped crate of various weapons, jars, and even some caged chickens. At least they looked like chickens. You never could be entirely sure about that anymore. The crates would probably be shrunk and then stored by her just prior to transport.

"Erin, put that down." I whispered. "Look we need your help planning an escape attempt."

"Another one?" She said in exasperation. "You never go through with them anyway."

Not true. They just tend to fail very quickly at step 1 and then no one even notices I tried to escape. Nevertheless, I explain the situation while emphasizing any words about Priscilla with matching violent gestures. I hope she got my hints and won't do anything rash. Wait, she's just looking at me like I'm crazy. I'm not twitching in pain.

After completely horrifying her at Vali's irresponsibility, she repeated my warnings about the sensor, the ravine, the gate guards, and the speed that the monstrous yoma can travel at.

"Quite frankly, Lyta, I don't think you're asking the right person," Erin said with a sigh. "You do realize, right, that my power isn't a knowledge or planning one. The last plan we had got the rest of my team killed." I felt my heart clench in my chest at that.

"But it also saved me." I emphasized.

Besides, it didn't really matter for once what the plan was, just how useful we seemed and how close we were able to get to them. Erin would be cheered up, and if the stars aligned we might even walk out of here. I hated my method of escape, but that thought made it all bearable. At least my hate burned away any guilt at using this child.

I patted myself on back. Things were finally looking up. Now I just needed to make sure I didn't forget anything.

"Intruders!" Screamed someone. A cry that was soon echoed by others.

Or at the very least that I didn't forget anything else.

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Beneath the castle something stirred.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I'm trying to sleep here."

No one else there responded. They were all smart enough to just remain silent. Only her partner Diana gave a displeased huff.

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Author's Note: Just a reminder. Zaki got killed by Riful back in the Dauf and Riful interlude. Also, this isn't the shrunken Priscilla. We've only skipped ahead about 6 months.

As for the index power Lyta has been using, it is a bit of an oddball. My thinking on it is that unlike most shards it has some creativity, but it's creativity is only a simulation of "what would ________ do?" It's primary function is to actually propose possibilities that an actual sentient entity will then sort through. Its users seem to misinterpret it because when they see "recommendation" coming from their super amazing power they think "good idea" rather than just "bold idea." It's also incomplete. It gives only one type of suggestion.
 
Interlude: The little game and the Great Game
Interlude: The little game and the Great Game

"I didn't expect to find you seated here." Said a warrior who walked in decked in sparkling silver and white armor. She took a seat at the velvet table and tapped it once. The woman opposite her began dealing her in even as the two shadowy players on either side faded away.

"What did you expect? A training hall. A canopied bed with hookah's and me hallucinating visions like a certain someone." Insinuated the dealer. "I'm not that different from you, except where it counts."

She smoothed out a wrinkle in her suit before continuing to shuffle. "This den is the kind of place I always wanted to have and live in too."

"The decor is nice, but you should get more variety. All your paintings are just of your daughter."

"Phoeey. It's a mother's prerogative whether I want to dote on her to embarrassing degrees. Look at that one of her first awakened battle. It wasn't glamorous but it was one hell of a victory. I don't think I've ever had one like that."

"Didn't you help her with that one." The warrior said unimpressed as the cards were dealt.

"Well, just a little." Said the dealer raising one hand behind her head to scratch it with a touch of embarrassment. "She was doing really well there at first and then at the end too."

"I notice you don't have any of her final battle." Said the warrior after glancing at her cards. "I'll stand."

"It wasn't her final battle, and I prefer not to remember it. She should have evacuated after delivering the intelligence on the enemy." The dealer won that hand and then swept the cards to the side where they vanished.

The warrior tapped her new cards. "Then she wouldn't have been able to help her sister, at the end. A noble cause, and a contradictory pair they make. Even their powers should make them at odds with one another, but they managed to support one another." The warrior hit and then immediately folded.

"It didn't matter. Ophelia was going to go bust either way." The dealer said viciously. The warrior almost missed the note of pride in her voice and the subtle shaking in her hands. She would have missed it except the she was studying the dealer's hands very closely to make sure she wasn't cheating.

"It mattered to Ophelia." She said while the dealer regained her composure. Then she motioned for her to hand over the deck to cut it. "But I suppose you probably want to talk about something else more pleasant. Then I'll cut to the chase."

She drew the top card, and even as it fluttered to the table it transformed into an ace of hearts. Then the warrior's blade came down to stab through the center of it and pin it to the table. Both women looked at each other from across the blade, which was lined up parallel to their line of sight.

The warrior spoke. "What are you doing here, Teresa? She's in trouble. We can all see it. We're just shades. Copies given form and will by scraps of your youki and your beliefs in us, but you can do something about all this."

"She has almost no youki. She couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag."

"Unless you held the knife."

"That child will save them." Said Teresa as she drew another deck out of her coat sleeves and began shuffling it. Her new deck was white in contrast to the black deck she'd handed over to the warrior.

"Oh she will save them, and then one day she'll eat her, Teresa. She'll eat us. You of all people should know how unstable she is. The others are reading through the archive right now and laughing uproariously at the suggestions. Do you really want to trust the archive?"

"No, but there's a reason I stay here." Said Teresa as she put down the new deck. "The more active I become the more I merge with the others. I love my daughter. I want her to become a woman who isn't living in my shadow. Yet, if I tell her that she'll cling to me so hard she really will become my shadow. I just know it. It's better if those young girls learn to handle their problems on their own." With a twang the Claymore snapped out of the table on its own, flipped through the air and landed in the sheath on the warrior's back. The ace of hearts remained behind on the table having been severed in two.

The warrior sighed and muttered to herself. "With how cramped it's getting a bit of consolidation might do us all some good." She reached down to the bisected ace of hearts and picked up an undamaged card. She added it back to the bottom of her deck. "No regrets, especially about not interfering?"

Teresa smiled sadly. "Who can say that? I bet not even God could."

The warrior placed her deck down and drew the top card. "I trusted you once with my death. You trusted my words once with your life. Today, listen and believe one more time. I have no visions to guide me only wisdom and an outside perspective." Then she threw the card down before them. It was a jack of spades. "You need to believe in Clare more. She's not your heir. She's your daughter through and through. Not yet, but pretty soon she may need your help."

Teresa stared at the card and then up at her. After a bit of thought she said, "is that supposed to be your card or is that Clare?" Then she grinned. "You still sound like a two-bit oracle trying to fleece the masses."

When Teresa saw her blush she broke out into laughter. The warrior responded harshly back, "Laugh it up. Clare at least was impressed. Besides, should you really be laughing at me, oh 'Mistress of Ceremonies?'" She said making a hand sign for quotation marks.

"Errgh. If I could punch Eva for giving all of you that stupid idea I think that might get me out of this chair and back into the game." Teresa said while crouching forward. Her foul thoughts even set the cards in her hand ablaze before she put it out a second later.

"You should before you get fat."

"That does it." She jumped up and the room morphed around them into a training hall with a two dummies set up side by side. One looked a poorly made doll of a certain number 13. The other bore the same mark, coloring, and armor as the warrior beside her.

"I suggest adding one more." Said the warrior to her right. With a pop a third scare-crow like doll appeared. This one was a black, miniature Riful. In one of its hands were strings connecting to three miniature dolls. One was a warrior, another an awakened being who looked like a lion, and the third was a yoma.

They both stared at the tiny warrior doll connected to Riful. Then the warrior beside Teresa gave her shoulder a punch.

"Good luck and happy hunting. Also, to make it more realistic." She waved her hand at the dummies, and just before she vanished the doll set up to look like her grew ten sizes and put on a fifty pounds worth of muscle. Finally, it grew a mature, beautiful face.

Teresa said to the empty room. "You know that won't stop me from cutting it down, you narcissist." She stared at the dolls and then at the deck in her hand.


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Author's Note: This interlude might be coming a bit early since I have no plans to use her in the story yet, but it's been stewing in my mind for a while now and this conversation keeps demanding to be let out. I guess I'll just say this is foreshadowing even if it doesn't come into play for a quite a while.

I was thinking about keeping Teresa's identity secret this chapter, but I had a feeling people would just find that too confusing, so I compromised and revealed it midway through. Also, if you can find my unthreadmarked omake from a while back I had invisitext buried in there, which was Teresa's commentary.​
 
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Chapter 28: A not too Shabby Prison Break + Omake: Imposter
Chapter 28: A not too Shabby Prison Break

We decided to head down to the dungeons. As crazy as it initially sounded the way the factions would respond when the alarm was raised would be to first secure the perimeter and to do that they would reduce security in the lower floors. It made sense when the greatest risk wasn't an external attack, but internal betrayal.

I also wasn't eager to test out if Priscilla really could let us just walk out the front door. There had also been that note about needing some way to conceal it from Raki. Erin's idea was to use the prisoners down there as a distraction. My contribution to the plan was to let them know that there was one prisoner we absolutely needed--Elena. She appeared to have a power to paint landscapes and then use it as a medium to teleport to their counterpart in the real world. To prevent her from escaping the security measures would be lethal to us, and probably not even budge with all our strength.

I glanced down to Priscilla. Well, to almost all of us. With Priscilla in the group the recommendation had changed to just "fetch."

After Erin pilfered a shrapnel explosive and two crossbows, we used a trash chute to drop into the basement. Then we all clutched Erin, while she took us into her room. By entering near a wall, taking a few places within her other space, and then exiting we were able to jump from one side of a wall to another. It was stinky work, but we were making good time.

In the basement we had no light source, and we had a bit of a dilemma. I didn't want us making a torch and drawing attention, especially since my original power let me see in the dark or at least see differences in temperature in the dark that outlined the walls and any coming figures.

Erin eventually persuaded me anything that was close enough to see our light was probably going to smell us too, especially with that trip down the chute. Erin walked in front with a torch, Raki and Priscilla in the middle and me bringing up the rear and watching our back. Between us we had a polearm, two short swords, two crossbows and an unspeakable monster. Not too shabby.

We began to explore. We had no idea where Elena was, but we figured it would probably be wherever the security was densest.

The walls appeared to be something besides stone. Erin gave it a few whacks, but it resisted them handily. I got the feeling parts of it were softer than others, though. Possibly an intentional weakness so Riful or her most trusted people could easily make an escape to higher floors if they knew where they were fragile.

It didn't take long for us to find people. The first three cells we encountered held three sorry looking humans or monsters disguised as humans. I spun a story about needing their names to verify they wouldn't betray us. I'm beginning to wonder at how easy I find lying, but it worked and in a minute I had all looked all of them up.

Paul Mercott
- Age 25
- Shard: none
- Race: Pure Human
- Subordinate: none
- Allies: Fredrica Mercott, Johansson Mercott
- Traits: Hungry, Misery, Desperate.
- Potential: Free to earn the eternal loyalty of Greta Mercott.
- Recommendation: Look up Greta Mercott. Abandon to save time.
- Location: Basement of Riful's Mansion
- Health Status: Moderate Cough

Fredrica Mercott
- Age 40
- Shard: none
- Race: Pure Human
- Subordinate: none
- Allies: Paul Mercott, Johansson Mercott
- Traits: Hungry, Misery, Desperate, Selfish.
- Potential: Free to earn the eternal loyalty of Greta Mercott.
- Recommendation: Look up Greta Mercott. Abandon to save time.
- Location: Basement of Riful's Mansion
- Health Status: Worn tissues in hand joints and inflammation of joints.

Johansson's was the same except for the age being 12 and him having an inactive shard, which seemed to have something to do with powers and God-touched.

"They're pure human."

Me and Erin looked at each other. We didn't have very many options for getting someone out of the cells if they were pure human. The walls and bars were too hard for us to cut through. Maybe if we could free a warrior or even a strong yoma they could help us free others to increase their chances of survival, but right now we needed to move on.

"What are you doing?" Asked Raki. "We can't just leave them." As he stared at their pleading faces.

Rabona help me, this was not a conversation we wanted to have or had the time to have.

"We can't get them out." Erin said sternly. "Some of the others will have been forced to take youki suppressants and muscle relaxants. Extremis might fix that, but they're stuck and we don't have time to look for the keys." According to Erin, if Might was like being charged by a dog than Extremis was like a kick from a mules into an oncoming stampede of horses. Anything using youki would not only be energized but on overlooked afterburners.

I ushered him out as the woman, Frederica begged us to help them. I didn't turn to look back. Priscilla followed us without comment. Should we separate? Take Raki up ahead and, no, that might just lead to something worse. Frederica began threatening to scream for guards. I turned back and let the unholy energies of extremis fill and slightly change my face for a second. Silently we left.

The room we stumbled upon was filled with shells, bones. After that was a room with cabinets and curios. Then one with two corpses. We went down some spiraling stairs and hit the jackpot.

A dozen or so cells lined with people. And two prison guards that leapt to attack us. One was nearly nine feet tall and carried a massive warhammer. The other was another gargoyle construct made from stone with sharp claws, teeth and uselessly decorative wings.

Both me and Erin fired our pilfered crossbows at the giant man, but he ignored the gut shots like they weren't even there. With a thrill of fear, my hand leapt up to my shoulders before I transferred it to my waist to draw the short sword at my side. Raki pushed Priscilla to the side of the staircase with his body facing outwards.

Erin muttered, "I'll get the gargoyle." I had no time to even comment before they were on us and I was dancing backwards. Backwards up a flight of turning stairs. Fortunately, the narrow confines reduced the effectiveness of his weapon. I also had the height advantage. Unfortunately, that's all I had. He was faster and stronger than me. I drew on skill and my intuitive understanding of the flaws in his attack patterns to deflect or dodge blow after blow as the stairs around me shook. They somehow resisted his gargantuan blows, but every time it slammed down it sprayed sparks my temperature control power suppressed.

After he passed Raki, the boy stepped out and tried to backstab him, only to have his weapon torn from his hands. He nearly had his head caved in. A dive from Priscilla knocked them both out of the way before they rolled the rest of the way down the stairs. Below us the sound of the Erin's battle had died down, but shouting from prisoners had drowned out any other sounds.

As I launched my first attack of the fight, I caught him moving before he'd even turned back to look at me. The opening Raki had made was a fake. I should have trusted my power more. It hadn't identified any weakness but I was too eager.

He caught my blade in a hand that lost two fingers but my blade became trapped in his palm. In another second he had brought his hammer up and I let go of the sword. It wouldn't have blocked a direct strike anyway.

Extremis had strengthened my body enough that my jump backwards sent me sailing up to the top of the stairs, and out of range just in time.

"Lyta." "Ms. Lyta."

My opponent grinned and began to advance carefully. "So Ms. Invader, or maybe you're just a traitor. Do you have any more tricks? If not this is game over. We don't take prisoners down here." He said with a laugh.

Before he got to me, though, he suddenly froze and twisted around to block an attack from behind. Then with a familiar pop he disappeared. A few seconds later Lyta appeared in the stairways alone. She looked exhausted, but triumphant.

"Good work, Lyta. We got them both."

"Where is he now?"

"Don't know. Don't care. But neither of them are coming back. None of them ever do." She said with a tone like she didn't want to talk about it.

I followed her down and was greeted by a chorus of cheers and cries for help. Raki looked like he was on the verge of crying, but refusing to by sheer force of will--partly. Priscilla looked a tad disappointed.

Erin slammed her polearm down into the floor. The time to be quiet and subtle was over. Half the monsters above us had to have heard that fight. The other half would probably be trying to ignore it to avoid doing more work.

"Shut up all of you." Said Erin. "We'll set some of you free, but first you must give us your full name and swear you won't hurt me or any of my allies. My companion will be checking for liars."

We quickly checked and helped crack eight of the ten cells.

Deirdre Pacific
- Age 23
- Shard: Likely?
- Race: ?
- Subordinate: Rabona church
- Traits: Mysterious
- Potential: ?
- Recommendation: Send away as soon as possible.

Diane Wine
- Age 64
- Shard: inactive
- Race: Awakened Hybrid
- Subordinate: White Silver King Isley
- Traits: Patient, responsible, carefree.
- Potential: Can keep Leticia from being killed and potentially raising the scale of the conflict.
- Recommendation: Do not separate from that lunatic Leticia.

Leticia Wine
- Age 65
- Shard: active
- Powers: Can attract elemental oxygen.
- Race: Awakened Hybrid
- Subordinate: White Silver King Isley
- Traits: Boisterous, proud, belligerent, charismatic.
- Potential: Prime distraction material. Also, on good enough terms with several faction captains to conduct diplomacy. Martial diplomacy.
- Recommendation: Send up or keep close but don't get in the way of her and a fight.

Naomi Xa
- Age 16
- Shard: none
- Race: Human
- Traits: Shy, pitiful.
- Potential: Intercontinental connections. Rubel bait.
- Recommendation: Still deadweight.

Flora Noe
- Age: 17
- Shard: Active
- Powers: Can split anything and manipulate the parts as if they were still attached.
- Race: Immature Hybrid
- Traits: Dutiful. Depressed. Frustrated. Self-hatred.
- Potential: Play dead and hide the bodies in Erinyes' room.
- Recommendation: Ask her how her power works. Also ask her about her nickname "Windcutter Flora."

Astrid Mathilde
- Age 15
- Shard: none
- Race: Awakened Hybrid
- Pets: Extra Large Eagle
- Subordinate: The Phantoms
- Traits: young, hungry, loyal.
- Potential: Can introduce you to the Phantoms and teach you their ultimate survival move (70% chance of failure and death). Loyal distraction.
- Recommendation: Feed. Prove yourself to her to earn her loyalty.

Wave Crawbert
- Age 33
- Shard: Active
- Powers: Can transform his body into animate versions of a medium. Strength increases in proportion to its denseness, but speed also decreases in proportion to how dense it is.
- Race: Pure Human
- Traits: Reckless, angry, honorable
- Potential: Punching bag. Comedian.
- Recommendation: Set up punching bag near Leticia for when she inevitably attracts trouble.

Orion Salem
- Age 11
- Shard: Inactive
- Race: Pure Human
- Traits: Apathetic, traumatized
- Potential: Warp time.
- Recommendation: Traumatize further with Diane.

A few more were identified and rejected. The rest we treated with Extremis if it would counteract their poisons and suppressants, or had the other prisoners help us save. Flora's swordsmanship was particularly helpful for this once we undid her restraints and gave her Raki's dirk.

Elena was not here. She was likely further down, but I decided to check her status one more time.

...I collapsed. Her potential had changed. She was no longer here. Someone had gotten to her first and she was gone.

"So here are the rest of you." Said a new voice from the staircase. "Clever timing and organization. But what did you hope to accomplish? Your-.............................................................Priscilla." She whispered. The Claymore who had just walked in froze. Her arm twitching up to the handle of the claymore strapped to her back. Her pitch black armor a reminder that this was not the Clare I had met before and who saved my life. This one was a living breathing contradiction and loyal daughter of Riful.

Right now she had eyes only for the monster. A monster who skittishly moved a step closer to Raki. She acted as if the "Clare" in the doorway was a stranger to her. Time seemed to crawl until Wave charged forward. His skin changed until it was identical in color and texture to the strange stone around us. With a screeching sound Wave was thrown back before he could touch her. Deep grooves were carved into his chest, stomach and head. Two limbs were also hanging on by a thin flap of stony flesh. Her sword now lay sunk into a deep groove in the floor.

"Of all the times." Not-Clare said with a false-calmness. Leticia gave a whistle and took a step forward before being grabbed by her sister, who have Ia shake of her head.

I saw this "Clare's" weakness. All-consuming anger and passion. A desire strong enough she would sacrifice nearly anything for it. Then those weaknesses faded. No, they were still there just forcefully suppressed. She became as cold as the grave and said simply, "I will not fight you. I will report this to Riful. It seems this is more complicated than I initially assumed. If you do not do anything extreme such as harming her core followers, she may even overlook this and let you pass."

Then she turned around and rushed back up the stairs.

"What the hell." Someone cried from behind me. Wave also joined in cursing.

I turned to look at Priscilla, but she began humming a ditty. Something I didn't recognize before stumbling on the notes and taking on a look of confusion. With a bang I heard something fall. I turned to see Raki on the ground in a dead faint.

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Author's Note: Lyta's power suppressed not the sparks being sprayed out by preventing them from transferring/losing heat. When something is being affected by her power they neither grow hotter nor do they grow colder, so touching that item doesn't feel any different from touching something the same temperature as your body since it is not releasing any thermal energy. Likewise when something is being affected by her power it doesn't release any light otherwise that would also result in it bleeding energy. To everyone except Lyta it appears dark. Lyta, of course, sees the temperatures lit up vividly with her infrared thermal imaging.
1. Alicia
2. Beth
3. ?
4. God-eye Galatea
6. Heat Haze Hilda
13. Eva
18. Windcutter Flora
19. Eliza
29. Jacklyn
41. Elena (missing)
42. Miranda

Former Warriors:
1. Priscilla
1. Isley
1. Riful
1. Bottomless Luciela
2. Silver-eyed Lion King, Rigardo
2. The Wild Swordslinger, Rafaela
2. Agatha
2. Quicksword Ilena
3. Dauf
4. Dynamite Elda
7. Older Sister Ophelia/The Voracious Cannibal
30. Wendy
32. Clare of the Avenging Smile (only she calls herself that)

Note: These rankings are the last known rankings of these warriors.

And now below let's introduce one more OC since I clearly haven't made enough this chapter as it is.

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Omake: The Imposter

Raoul was a farmer, a conscript and then a deserter. He was a bandit, a turncoat and a hero. He had lived life from the front lines as one among many who lived purely by the grace of god and the sacrifice of his comrades to his left and right. He had died in a stabbing with an infected knife. A stabbing for a crime he did not commit, but for whom there was no other to take the blame. He lived and died a man of principle and he followed it even when it required he break his own principles. He break himself and begin anew.

He began anew, or rather I did. I awoke in Raoul's body with his memories and thoughts running parallel to my own. To the tears of my/his children. To the love of my/his wife. To the outrage of my/his murderer. To the mixed feelings of my/his leader, and the celebrations of my/his people.

I hate Raoul. I hate everything about him. I hate that he was something and I am nothing but an imposter. That I live within the hollow confines of his life and what is my inheritance but hunger? What is my purpose but to feed? I defied it. I defied him.

I left that city and began to wander the countryside. I ate what I came across and lived like a wildman for two years. I learned met packs of others like me but they weren't like me. They were content. They were what I was made to be.

I returned to my/his home two years later and found it deserted. The city half in ruins. The people broken but mending. I rallied them as Raoul would have. Turned their self-pity and fury to new purposes. I took their refuse and turned it into soil. I took their witch doctors and found the best among them to teach the rest. When one farmer came to me and offered me his boy and girl because he could not feed them, I wept with them. Then I took his neighbor, and my neighbor and every neighbor who planted our crops. We pooled our money into a relief fund for unavoidable catastrophe.

All that time I ate the soil and refuse that were plowed. I took the weakest calves and welcomed them into my basement. In the darkness I grew hungry, and defied my hunger. I grew strong even as I grew weak.

One day a living catastrophe came to town. She called herself an Empress and she wore no cloths. She needed none for our heads kissed the ground and our fear soiled even the bravest of my warriors.

Raoul would have rallied the men to flee. To find refuge in the shadow of Rabona or even further east. He was a man of action even when that action was as meaningless as wandering in the wilderness for two years. I was no longer Raoul. I bowed my head and entered the catastrophe's nest.

I left behind my ambitions and my clever schemes. I told the second wisest man to do his duty and he accepted my rod and hat.

Within the nest of the Empress I found myself once more a soldier. A soldier without a cause other than the amusement of my master. We played the killing game, and I never lost. Month after month I survived until team of silver-eyed witches barged in. They lost. We patted ourselves on the back until her friend came. She killed us. Even when we retreated into my maze of obstacles we could do nothing to her. I saw my final death within her hand, and despaired.

Far from home, far from the family that he/I had loved. Far from the paradise I had attempted to build or the hunger that I had fought and conquered anew each day. Far from friend and foe and every creature I had met in my travels I would perish alone and forgotten. I was not even Raoul anymore.

The gods are fickle creatures. They sang a symphony that only I could hear the distant echoes of. They told me the secrets of the universe and then wiped them from my mind. They remade me in their image and then left me in the witch's maw.

When I awoke the Claymore was gone. My oppressors were gone. My rivals in the killing game were gone. I alone was left within the ruins of a once great castle. My first breath of freedom in ages was fouled by the smell of corpses. I drank it in anyway like a dying man.

The endless rolling land of Lautrec could no longer intimidate me. I had seen what Raoul saw. The face of death. He had died. I had been changed. In my third life, I refused to waste a second of it. There was nothing left for me to fear. Cold logic would guide my steps from excessive hazards, but fear had been left far behind. I felt my being swell with plans and ideas.

I wandered to the great city of Rabona. To the spiraling towers that seemed to invite every monster and the walls that defied their hunger. Even fearless I did not attempt to sneak in the front. I tracked down the homes of thieves and murders I had once kept company two lives ago, and they taught me their paths on the point of my dagger. I walked in a free man and met a sword. A nun with a sword and eyes as empty as the Empress' soul.

She would have killed me then and there. If she had this story would be over, but she hesitated when she saw me immediately prostrate. I begged her for a minute of her time. She had no spare minute, but my plan made no allowances for her desires. Her desires were plain upon her face, and I exploited them ruthlessly. My plan grew and flourished until at last she took it home and set me to work.

I did as I had done a lifetime ago in Raoul's city and it flourished under my gentle touch. The changes in me made it almost too easy. The plans came easy, but were like tracing another man's design. My thrill and passion lay in the modifications they required and I poured my soul into them. I was weaker in some ways. I had patterns and habits I could not buck. But my mind made up for it and my boldness was boundless. Until Rabona saw one day the most unlikeliest of chinks in my armor. I was brought low not by my pride or ambition, but by my sturdy constitution that could withstand the wheels and hooves of a disaster as I pushed a boy out of the way.

Exposed, and soon on trial. I saw the face beneath the mask of my creation and it hated me. It hated me for a hundred sacrifices for ten thousand blessings that would echo to the grandchilden of their great-grandchildren. My words and deeds came back to curse me against a backdrop of fear and need for control. I did not reach out to take that nun's hand. It would only have pulled her down with me. I still had my pride.

It was not my life or my deeds on trial, but my existence. Anything else I could have fought and triumphed in the court of words, but not this. Raoul had been a deserter, a turncoat and ultimately a hero. I was a deserter to my kind, a turncoat to my nature, and a true hero--the type that is never remembered in sonnets or bar songs. My pride swelled at their curses. My mind spinning my death into another plot. Perhaps I was more desperate than I thought.

I don't know if I truly would have gone quietly into the dark for that alone. I never had the chance to know. She came and upset everything. My/his wife to accuse me of my/his death. It was one accusation I could not reject or defy. I had come into this world through an act of patricide, and apparently I would leave it through an ironic act of filicide. When they asked for my response to the accusation I could do only one thing. I broke out into laughter. Raoul, you are the better man it seems, in the end. I could not surpass you. Catch you, yes, but surpass you, nay.

My creation will kill me. My wife will wield the blade. My laughter will be my epitaph.

Except it wasn't. The gods are fickle. Across time and space Riful reached to pluck me from my sins. How is it that god can damn me and the devil save me and, yet, I still desire to be good? Raoul, have you forgiven me, or is my penance still incomplete.

I have one more trick to play. A curse to fling to the gods above and the devil below. They will see it coming for they always see it coming. Come ye, come all and witness this puppet's epitaph. Do you see this gold in my hands and upon my chest? Have it and the curse it bears. Do you see that trash beneath your shoe? The one I've lived with half my life and known as well as you know bread or water. I shall pick it up. I shall place it upon my breast as a badge of my people and cup it within my hand like a baby chick.

You have won gods. You have won devil. You have won world. You have won Raoul. You shall never savor it.

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Author's Note: Just in case it wasn't clear the OC was a yoma. He was infected from the dirty knife used to try to assassinate Raoul. As for why he isn't killed during the Claymore attack on Riful's castle, it's because Dauf came up through the floor and interrupted that fight.
 
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Chapter 29: How to Tame a Dragon
Chapter 29: How to Tame a Dragon

(POV: CLARE)

I threw open the double doors. Four out of five of Riful's council was here, including Riful herself. Dauf, the only one missing, would have sat on her right, but was busy taking care of the intruders they'd caught.

At the foot of the table, I took my seat across from a solemn man in riding pants. His slicked back black hair and youthful face belied his ancient age. He was a lithe man, as if he was built more for speed than power. To some he was a lieutenant of Riful, but to others he was the Lion King--sworn brother of Dauf the Aegis. Like me he was a long way from home.

To his right and also on Riful's left was the central planner of Riful's empire, Raoul. He was dressed elegantly in a maroon silk over sweater with a mature face and a hint of a smile in the folds beside his eyes. Ritful trusted him and once said he was a man with a need to orchestrate, but you could set the tune.

At the head of the table sat Riful with one leg stretched out and the other bent and resting on her chair. Her arms childishly were wrapped around that knee while her head rested atop it. Whimsical, sociopathic, and competitive, yet when the chips were down I think she might be the only person in the world who would have my back. It didn't make me like how she did things, but I had seen the alternatives.

"Clare, why the alarm, and the demand not to come. I was so worried about you." She said cutely as two of her tentacles stretched from the shadows behind her throne, snaked around the edge of the room, and approached her from behind. I let them wrap around me in a hug. It wasn't right, but it was as close as I would get.

"Listen, we have an emergency. One of the intruders in the basement is the former number 1 or 2 called Vanishing Priscilla. Her youki is unreadable. Even when I stood in front of her, I couldn't sense a bit of it, but there's no mistake."

"So, we have a strong Abyssal class being in the dungeons. That's not...outside my expectations." Said Raoul.

Riful frowned at him interrupting before turning back, "Were you scared? I should have gone down there with you. How did you escape?"

"She chose not to engage me. I don't believe she even registered me as a threat. Remember, she's more than twice as powerful as you, Riful. Isley once claimed, in my world, that you and Luciela together would only have a chance of victory and from what I've seen of her I agree."

The man across from me huffed. "Do you really think you can properly gauge the strength of an Abyssal much less something supposedly even stronger than that? Besides that was there. No guarantee the same holds here, especially if there were special circumstances involved."

"She still defeated, Teresa, here and didn't even need to awaken to do it." I said bitterly.

The lion king held up his hands and tried to change the subject before Riful could glare a whole through his midsection. "I'm just saying, I expect that man was half bluffing, and those two indeed would never have beaten her. Not because she's invincible, but because he would have joined in and cunningly manipulated the battlefield to his benefit."

"While you may know him best, with all due respect, I don't think that was all it was, Lion King. If things were truly that close would he have simply let Riful retreat when she encountered him after he defeated Luciela. It was a perfect setting to defeat Riful. He just didn't see her as a threat anymore."

"Or he planned to play her off against the Organization, but I agree with your estimate of her danger. So in the end, there's a being stronger than Riful in our basement. What are we going to do about it?" Pondered Raoul.

"Stronger than the Riful from Clare's world." Clarified Riful stubbornly. She looked...disappointed. She already knew about my world's history, but I think a part of her hoped with powers involved she'd truly met her end when we lured her into a match with Luciela.

"Still too big a risk to confront directly." Cautioned Raoul. "Ideally, we can direct her at the Organization and let them assassinate her with their Abyss feeders or maybe part of Leigia's legacy. Right now we are the weakest of the world powers and have to fight like it." He said with a glare at the Lion King to his right that was returned with equal dissatisfaction. I didn't bother to follow the men's posturing on a day to day basis, but I suspected some money would change hands soon enough.

"Fine, grand schemer, but the chaff are still attracting too much attention for too little gain. That we can at least agree on, right?" Said the Lion King.

"But I like the Empire." Pouted Riful.

"It's three cities Riful, and you just started it because you liked being called Empress didn't you. Even Isley has given up on numbers. Our war will be fought with inventions and social engineering. Just accept Laeticia's proposal and send those two back."

"What! After what Leticia did to my sweet daughter."

"I've already forgiven her, Riful. No, there's nothing to forgive. Only an idiot gets mad when an animal bites you. Let's get back to Priscilla. How are we going to handle her?"

"We'll invite her to RSVP next time and then politely ask her to leave." Said Riful with a shrug. "Maybe give her that ugly rug the Mercotts gave us and call it a going away present."

"And if she takes all our prisoners?" Said Raoul. "We need a way to defuse this. To make things as non-lethal as possible while still preventing her from taking all our hostages." His fingers began tapping an irritating rhythm. "What can you tell me of the power dynamics of their group?"

"Other than the hostages there were two young women, both with minor youki signatures. I think they were power users I'd seen around here."

"Yes, Mimir said something similar. I don't know their names yet, but I suspect they were from the Blue faction based on their point of entry."

"The last surprise was a kid. A boy with no youki. I don't know what power he had, but Priscilla kept very close to him. He might be a weakness or he might have a potent commander power that's influencing her."

"Hey," interrupted Riful. "Do we really need to use their classification system? I thought we came up with our own."

"You did, Riful." I said. "But yours is too complicated. More detailed is not always better."

The Lion King added unsolicited review too. "Besides numbers are meaningless in a real battle. Using more numbers just gets tedious."

Before things could get hairy for the Lion who kept yanking a tiger's tail, I interrupted. "But if you want me to say it he might have been a high level master or stranger. Priscilla also didn't react like a normal warrior or awakened being would. I initially mistook her for a mere child."

"So, what's the plan, schemer?" Said the Lion King impatiently.

"I think we'll go with this. Rig," Raoul said to the Lion King who raised an eyebrow at his teasing. "I want you to carry a message to them, since both Clare and Riful may antagonize them. If they attack flee, but offer to play a game with them with guest rights as the prize. Anyone who wishes to leave may compete alone or in pairs in feats of speed, strength or cunning against chosen champions. Win and we'll give them guest rights or they may simply leave freely."

"You intend to force them to compete separately and stack the deck against the most valuable hostages." I guessed. "That might work depending upon, which hostage they came for. That might be something to try to find out."

He scoffed. "Of course it will work. The hard part will be fulfilling the bonus goal. Whoever this boy is and Priscilla should be courted and shown our best side. We must impress them and ensure they know it is far better to be our guest and friend than our enemy."

"And if one of ours should fall it may even help us thin the ranks of the dregs. Perfect. Good idea, Raoul." Encouraged Riful.

"It's why I'm here."

The Lion King left to deliver the message and a gift to signal our sincerity. The hard part would be figuring out the match-ups now. Even though the fourth floor was now empty, there were a few very important political hostages that would be painful to lose.

"Perhaps we can use Ekud to recover Naomi. I'm worried that we may have to get serious if we want to prevent Deirdre from escaping." Said Raoul. "Fortunately, I know just the trash to throw at Laetic-"

"What is it?" I said.

"I forgot. Damn. We need to act fast. If they have a powerful commander then they may be able to get Laeticia to help them retreat. Her power plus the sea tunnel and they may make it inconveniently far outside our territory. At that point we won't have weak leverage, we'll have zero leverage to get even a single one of them back."

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(Lyta)

According to Naomi, who apparently had some medical training, the boy will be just fine. Wave might actually be dead, though. He got the part of his chest with his heart in it carved through by "Clare," so if he cancels his power he'll die, but no one can treat him in his present form because his body is harder than steel. His potential listing is also down to "." But it's not gray. None of us will carry him, though.

Instead of fawning over Raki as a few of the female monsters were (I'm still doubtful he has no power), I huddled up with Erin to share that our target was gone. She was not happy and several other ears around the chamber perked up as we mentioned Elena.

We needed a new plan soon. I also shared with her why I thought "Clare" had withdrawn. She just started at me then opened and closed her mouth a few times. Until I joked about catching flies and then somehow it was all my fault.

"Flora," I asked as Erin was busy thinking. "Can you explain about how your power works?"

"Oh, sure. It's not that great, but anything I cut becomes separable, but each part still acts as if they haven't been cut." She demonstrated with a bar from the cell. After cutting a chunk off, she had us touch the part still attached to the cell. Then she banged the part she'd cut off against the wall, so it vibrated. We could feel the vibrations in our piece of the bar.

Flora continued, "It works for a lot of things but not everything. One piece being anchored won't prevent another piece from moving, nor will moving one piece move another. But heat, cold, electricity, or powers activated on one piece seem to affect the rest of it."

How did this equate to faking our deaths? My power had suggested there was some application to help us play dead.

Erin grinned. "Flora," she asked. "What happens if you cut a body part?"

Her shoulders sank. "That's one of the weaknesses. I can't turn it off, and anything I cut still behaves as if it's part of the whole, so I can't kill anything by cutting it. I do reduce their leverage and capability by dicing their body, though and they need time to find and reattach the pieces, but I have to use the blunt side of my blade for finishing blows."

"Or work with a partner."

"Yes."

"That's perfect." I said. "You could behead us. We stuff the bodies, including Erin's, in her Other Room, and then we can still breath. Everyone will just think we're dead."

"No, that still has problems." Erin said shooting down my power's proposal that I pretended to come up with. "They might just destroy our severed heads. Why not, since we're already dead in their minds? Also, even if we're not killed, we're also not out of here. Would Priscilla be open to ferrying us out in a sack? Would they get into a big fight and cause a lot of collateral damage with us trapped in the middle?"

Leticia grew irritated and left us taking Diane with her to the upper floors. I had no idea how much longer we had to act but if we wanted Priscilla to do anything for us now was the ideal moment to do it. Raki was unconscious, the enemy had temporarily drawn back and Leticia was about to cause a chaotic distraction.

"We are going to have to take some risks. Erin, heads of tails?" I said taking a copper coin out of my pocket. It was worth just a tenth of a bera, and today it might very well decide whether I lived or died. I had the oddest urge to kiss it for good luck.

"You can't be serious?"

"Fine I'll decide myself. Heads we beg Priscilla to transport our severed heads. Tails, we beg Priscilla to lead the way out of here after cutting off our tails."

"Har dee har har." She said sarcastically. "Fine, what else could go wrong?" I flipped it.

Tails.

"Priscilla. Excuse me, but I have something to ask you." Erin said immediately beginning the next stage. I stared at the coin and wondered if I should still try to convince Erin to make it best two out of three. I really thought that playing dead was a cool idea, but I might be biased because my power, message from God or message from drunk god, had suggested it.

We all quickly separated. Astrid and Orion would be heading up with us and then try to fly away. Deirdre promised to carry Naomi so she could keep up with us and would join me, Erin, Raki and Flora in following Priscilla who refused to let anyone else carry Raki.

Five minutes, long after Astrid and Orion had separated and gone ahead, as Leticia raised havoc nearby, we...continued a sedate pace to the exit. Priscilla refused to run or do anything to jostle Raki who continued to sleep like a baby. Am

We had made it to the practice yard. Across it was the gatehouse, porticulus, and main wall. But before all of them was a young, lithe girl standing in the middle of the yard. Her hair trailed down the front her shoulders and chest in long ribbons. On her head was a lazy looking wide-brimmed sun hat. I froze.

Today I remembered her not just from my pining plans for freedom, but also from a long ago battle. A battle upon a hill littered with my fallen comrades. She had shown her back to me and I'd let the coward go.

Huh?

"Europa. Can you please let us go? We'll all owe you a massive favor for this, and if we fight Priscilla will make you work hard for it?" Offered Erin diplomatically.

"Leaving Riful's generous hospitality so soon. I suppose I could overlook it. There are 7 of you. Bring me 7 bodies, unadulterated human, of course. I will entertain myself and may miss many things until that buffoon returns. Oh, one of you smells especially pleasant. Perhaps he'll be worth two."

"No." Said Priscilla loudly and clearly.

"Fine, then it's a fight you want and a fight you'll have. I do feel stiff today."

Priscilla looked bored as she claimed, "no need."

"Wait. Wait." Said Erin nervously as she tentatively stepped forward until she was midway between our group and Europa. "I frequently transfer portions of food between bases." Erin pulled out a crate from her Other Room. I smelled something that reminded me of blood and sweet guts as Erin backed up.

"You can see if you come closer. It's not quite 7 corpses worth but five or so. Will this suffice?"

"Nice try." Said Europa as she slammed a segmented armored limb down onto the crate. With a boom it exploded causing Erin to scream as some of the shrapnel hit her. "But all the bombs Riful makes have a special stink to them. Enough petty tricks."

With a kick she began spinning towards us while her other arm also partially awakened.

Before she could reach us, though, a man appeared at her side and caught her by a leg. He tried to catch her before she slammed into the ground with an arm around her waist. She rotated forward into a flip. Balanced on her hands, and slammed her legs forward over her head. He would have slammed into the ground if he hadn't released her leg. A second later he disappeared as one of her awakened feet slammed into the spot he'd appeared in.

"Easy there Europa. Riful doesn't want these ones killed of even captured." The black-haired young man turned to us. He studied each of us, especially me, Priscilla and Raki. His arms were still large hairy claws, but then he executed an elegant bow with a fangless smile.

"My name is Rigaldo. I hear an offer from her majesty, Empress Riful. She offers you a chance to earn your freedom and even guest rights to stay here freely if you wish. There will be no questions asked about how you came here," he said looking at Priiscilla, "or what you had been doing before." With a glare at the injured Erin.

"All she wants in compensation is a bit of entertainment. We shall play a game. You may choose the game to compete in and we will choose our champions to meet you. You may also compete in pairs or alone, but we will only compete in non-lethal challenges. Anyone who kills their competitor will automatically forfeit."

"That sounds like you can just kill us in the 'game' and then we win except we'll be dead." Said Deirdre.

"Ahh, good point. I suppose the rules need a bit of work. Then to ensure your safety if one of our champions kill one of you we'll execute that champion and you may have some minor advantage in the next match."

I saw it then. The weakness, no, our weakness. This game was not meant to win, but to separate us from Priscilla, who would be far more invested in keping Raki safe than the rest of us. My swordsmanship based on flexibility and counters would also be perfect for overcoming the gap in our strength as long as I choose wisely, and I would be picking the event.

We all looked at each other but it was a foregone conclusion. We went with what Priscilla decided. She agreed.

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Author's Note: Riful rippled off her system of 12 classes for powers from ewhere else and then slapped her name on it. Unfortunately, it's a bit like the American Customary Measurement System--nobody cares about it except her.

Also just to clarify, Leticia's oxygen telekinesis would have let her form an air bubble around her to help them breath as they move along the sea tunnel. The telekinesis is a bit limited since it's not omnidirectional (but mostly just attracting it towards herself), but it still could have been made to work. The sea tunnel also has been mentioned in the previous chapter as having been created in relation to a previous escape attempt. It's a design flaw in the fortress' security, but is hard enough to exploit, especially to exploit fast enough to get out of youki sensing range, that it hasn't been plugged.

They also missed a chance to go down to the next floor and steal a special surprise before getting confronted by Rigaldo.
 
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