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[] Action: Employ Psychological Attacks. It had shown to be effective against this opponent.
You were being pushed down by the current formation of the artificial stars. This sort of Magecraft was only available to those deep into the study of Astromancy. You didn't have data on their practitioners in your information storage however they were heavily reliant on their preparations as well as mystic codes. Not only that but if left alone they could prove difficult to combat once given the chance.
However you assessed that there were minimal moves required for you to win this. All you had to do was get close and disable her. Doing so physically was difficult but if she would give you an opening then it would be the ideal situation. You watched as stars fell and you were forced to raise your guard.
You were at a disadvantage in long range spell battles, you need to crush her. You just had the tools and information needed to put her down.
"It is useless. Struggle as you might, your wish is not one to be granted. Even if it did, you cannot delete what has come to pass," you began speaking as you watched your shields crack in the face of her assault, "This black mark of your family, it cannot be easily cleansed."
"What do you know?!" Olga shrieked as she directed a meteor straight for you. It disturbed the wavelength of the constellations to allow you to move.
You shot away from where you stood as the molten rock struck the back of the building with a vicious blow. Catching yourself, you raised your gun and fired while Olga held up her own defenses.
"I lied when I stated that I did not know you. I know you, however. I know a lot. I know that the Animuspheres are a disgraced family that fell from their position in the clocktower. I know that you are struggling to live and fight your way back into the light. I know that you were not ready to fight in this war. Tasked with rebuilding a fallen Magus House, the pressure, the anxiety, the sheer madness that drove you to fight now would be the death of you and you know it," you told her as you held your ground as your shields broke but you just replaced them, "And I have judged your worth, Olga Marie Animusphere."
"You judged me?" Olga hissed as lightning danced around her before a pillar of light fell down from above.
You layered your shields and raised Aegis to the sky. You endured the blow even as your legs were about to give. You met her frustrated gaze as you held your shield, "Yes. And I have judged that you are an imbecile."
Olga flinched at your words even as your body smoked from her strike. She grit her teeth and stepped back, "What?!"
"You are not ready. You were never ready. I can see it in your eyes. This war, the deaths you have walked past, the battles, you were never ready. For you were the Heir to a prestigious house, you were groomed to continue the work of your ancestors... Groomed, pampered and spoiled by the society you were born into. And that's what makes you different... That's what makes you beneath me," you told her as you held your gun in your hand, "I was manufactured to kill. My body is a weapon, honed to a fine edge in this state, while you are nothing but a pig for me to slaughter."
"Shut up!" Olga screamed as she brought down another pillar of light.
You defended and held on, your eyes stared into hers and you could see that she was terrified, "Magi are not killers. They are amoral, yes and death is simply a side effect of their works. Normal people would view them as monsters. But then what does that make me?"
"I don't know! I'll kill if I need to! I'll kill you to win this!" Olga said as she had a ball of light float behind her and burst.
Spears of light surrounded you before you circles yourself with shields. They pierced your defenses but they never reached you. You simply looked at her with the same glassy eyes.
Your magic circuits burned as you approached her, "You say that but you never truly bloodied your hands until now. You killed these soldiers cleanly, elegantly even, you spared them agony and the pain of death. Do you believe that makes it okay?"
"It was all painless! I didn't make them suffer!" Olga said as she stepped back, "Stay away!"
"You are not a killer. You are just a girl given the weight of a legacy a thousand years old. The line will end with you and you will die a disappointment," you continued.
"No!"
"It'll be all your fault."
"Shut up!"
"You were never ready for this."
"I am!"
"That's a lie."
"A failure. That's all you are."
"N... No. No..."
"You were never meant to usher your family back to greatness. If you were, you would not have reached this state," you said as you stopped right before her as she held her head.
She looked up before you struck her across the face with your pistol. Olga fell down on the ground before you stepped on her stomach.
"You must have had many chances. But you made all the wrong decisions. You are alone. Unloved, unwanted, undesired, a failure, a disappointment..." You continued as she looked up at you with tears in her eyes, "You are a waste of skin. Pathetic. It is all your fault."
You pressed your gun to her forehead and rested your finger on the trigger. Olga parted her lips as she could only look at you.
"Fa... Father... Forgive me. Father..." She gasped as her eyes turned unfocused.
"No. There would be no forgiveness," you replied as you looked down on her, "Not from your family, not from your father, not from the people you have killed. There will be nothing."
"Stop... Please..." Olga whimpered as her influenced over the artificial constellations faded and her hold on the spell disappeared, "Please..."
The heavy weight on your body slowly disappeared as you kept your gun aimed for the girl's head. Time to put her out of her miser-
"That's enough," a voice cut through the air, making you turn back to see Assassin rising from the ground.
Her mask was off, displaying her furious yet tempered expression as she looked at you. Her skin was bloodied and singed but she was whole. You looked down at her hand and you saw that she was dragging a weakened Rider by her hair.
Rider was bruised and bloodied all over, her fair skin covered with deep cuts and ripped flesh. Her white outfit was stained red with her own blood as she shallowly breathed.
It's your Servant.
Assassin lifted Rider up and brought her just in front of a waiting Iron Maiden. Medb was conscious even through her injuries, lifting one eye as she looked at you.
"Let the girl go and I'll drop this whore of yours," Assassin said as she narrowed her gaze.
You looked at her before glancing at Rider. You slowly pressed your boot down on Olga's abdomen until you heard a crack and the girl cried out.
"A Servant is a tool," you stated as you tilted your head, "Servant Rider had always been a suboptimal specimen. Her death would be of little consequence-"
"LET MY MASTER GO OR I WILL TURN THIS BITCH INTO PASTE."
You didn't flinch even as the Countess of Blood was close to shoving Rider into the maiden. You paused.
....
Why?
It should be of no c-
"Get out."
You looked down on yourself. What is-
"OUT!"
The pseudo-personality was attempting to override present program. Assessing problem. Emergency diagnostics initi-
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HE-"
Personality subdued. Perhaps there would be some merit to the personality's suggestion. Losing Servant Rider would prove detrimental to the overall function of this unit. However in doing so poses the risk of releasing the subdued Master.
.....
What are the best course of action?
Artificial
[] Action: Comply. Release Olga Marie Animusphere in exchange for Servant Rider.
[] Action: Pull the Trigger.
[] Action: Create a compromise. Olga Marie will be spared in exchange for Assassin killing herself.
[] Action: Use a command seal. Restore Rider's health and allow her to escape Assassin's clutches.
[] Input Custom Command...
