blueteamnovel 5.57 – PvP
5.57 – PvP
5.57 – PvP
To Rosalie's complete disbelief, the hourglass worked. Lucinda was on her feet, spear in hand and armor donned—materialized instantly from her inventory—and halfway toward the man before the corrupted hourglass finished its rotation. But she froze there, enormous obsidian-black spear outstretched for the man's face, halted in her progress.
The man would've died instantly if he'd been even a fraction of a second slower. Lucinda didn't play games.
Rosalie was so shocked that a seventh-advancement wayfarer had just been disabled that she herself froze for an invaluable, infinitely stretching second. It shouldn't be possible for an item to disable someone so powerful, regardless of its rarity. At least, not an item wielded by a man who Rosalie assumed was fifth advancement at most, likely lower.
It had to be because the item had been corrupted, broken in some way by those shard-eaters. Had its corruption actually not been a detriment, but a boon? Made it more powerful rather than weaker, removing its limitations in some way?
Lucinda had probably never seen anything like it, hence her slow reactions. Possibly even her arrogance in how little regard she'd shown the developing situation. Rosalie didn't blame her. She herself had felt the same lack of concern. Her mentor wasn't the type of person to disregard a potentially dangerous situation, but this shouldn't have been a dangerous situation. Who could fault Lucinda for not recognizing an impossibility?
And just how reckless was these cultists' use of the hourglass? It was a broken item. Fundamentally corrupted. She, Zoey, and Delta hadn't dared experiment with their own, because who knew what would happen? It seemed these people were less cautious. Was the item even stable, broken only in that it bypassed its natural limits in some way? Were complications possible? Was Lucinda in genuine danger from it? It was certainly within the realm of possibility, since they were already discussing—and experiencing—the impossible.
All of that flashed through Rosalie's mind in the shocking one-second that followed the outbreak of the fight. Then, her instincts kicked in. Her mentor—her failsafe—had been disabled, and the how behind the matter wasn't relevant. Now, they were engaged in combat with three unknowns. Goat-Mask had been frozen solid upon activation of the relic, so they only had to worry about the rest of his party. Three-on-three.
There was, quite literally, nothing in the world Rosalie had been so thoroughly trained for as how to analyze, break down, then act upon any given combat scenario.
The Church had sent four wayfarers after them. Presumably, they'd planned for the hourglass to disable one of them, turning it into a three-versus-two. Instead, it was a three-on-three, thanks to Lucinda. So Lucinda's presence did help them, if not as massively as it should've.
Rosalie could only assume each of their combatants was, at a minimum, third advancement. Likely fourth, since they had come here expecting to intimidate and bully them, not to kill, which would be difficult if they were peers. So Rosalie and her team were at a stark disadvantage. That was especially true considering Zoey's inexperience. Yes, she had powerful skills, but many weren't directly combat-focused, and Rosalie didn't have high hopes for Zoey's performance in a sudden, unexpected duel.
Especially one against sapient, thinking opponents. People. That was the bigger factor. They'd mostly fought shard monsters, which, while vicious and clever in an animal way, were a different encounter entirely than what awaited them now. Plus, there was the reality of fighting other people. In hurting them. That also seemed something Zoey would hesitate at. Rosalie didn't know how reliable Delta would be, either. The foxgirl sparred plenty inside the training arena, often with Rosalie herself, but would she hesitate in a life-or-death situation? In real combat against another party?
Rosalie wouldn't. That sort of timidity had been burned out of her long before she had even grown comfortable with the spear. They were the aggressors in this situation, not her. She had no moral quandaries in striking to maim, or even to kill, should it be necessary.
Of the six remaining combatants, Rosalie reacted first. As much thanks to her training and instincts, as because necessity—and her class—demanded she act first.
Rune of Trailblazing (Superior)
[3]: Lead the Charge. Engaging with the first strike of combat deals massive additional damage.
Rune of the Spearmaster (Rare)
[1]: Spear Mastery: Deal bonus damage and better intuit enemy movements when wielding a spear.
Skills often came with detriments. Rosalie couldn't drop her spear and pull a weapon from her inventory better suited to the task of close-quarters combat, not without sacrificing enormous class benefits.
Rosalie spared a crucial glance sideways to confirm that Delta had engaged the last of the three opponents and was defending Zoey. Indeed, Rosalie saw with relief, she was. Zoey and Delta had chosen wisely to focus their combined effort two-on-one against the last woman, trusting that Rosalie could handle her own target. She approved; it was the only reasonable course of action.
Rosalie disengaged, giving herself space to work with. The golem didn't intend to simply cede it to her: he pressed forward, and they exchanged blows. Rosalie snuck in a brutal kick to the stomach, but his plate armor and significantly higher stats meant it didn't do much. Her first attack of the fight had only been so potent thanks to the stacking of four skills aimed at a non-durable mage.
As the vicious brawl progressed, it became quickly apparent that while Rosalie might be the more skilled between them, skill stopped mattering when so thoroughly outmatched by raw stats and advancement. Their enemies had, indeed, come here with excessive firepower; she didn't have a fair opponent on her hands. It took everything Rosalie had to simply match him. He was no weak, untrained wayfarer either. At fourth advancement, those stopped existing. It took significant wayfaring experience—and thus bloodshed—to reach that point. So the difference in skill wasn't enormous, either.
Rosalie earned a slash on her forearm. She punctured his shoulder armor in return. A long exchange of parries and dodges followed, culminating in a harsh spearbutt to his kneecap—and a ringing blow to the side of Rosalie's own head. Eyes watering, she wasn't quite stunned, but she was put briefly on the backfoot, which he pressed his advantage on. Rosalie refused to succumb; she fought back fervently.
The fight was so intense that Rosalie couldn't even spare a moment to see how Zoey and Delta's engagement was going. She had to focus entirely on her own.
A part of her was exhilarated at the intensity: it had been weeks since she had been so thoroughly challenged. Nothing the shards she had delved since entering the Fractures came close. And Rosalie did, truly, find thrill in the rush of adrenaline. Fighting was, and had been for most of her life, one of her highest purposes.
The frantic tempo of combat was interrupted, suddenly, by a piercing shout.
"Stop!" a woman screamed. "STOP! Stand down!"
After a few more rapid exchanges, Rosalie disengaged, and, as much to her relief as her disappointment, her opponent did too. He staggered backward, bleeding in several places—as Rosalie herself was. Nothing critical, unfortunately. She kept her eyes locked to him, and the woman he retreated next to, ready for some form of trickery.
But it didn't seem to be that. Panting and bleeding, the two groups considered each other, their weapons raised, but not moving to reengage. The call for a ceasefire had been genuine.
A long, tense moment followed.
"Look," the woman in the dog mask said. "This isn't how this was supposed to go."
Rosalie watched them intensely, not replying.
"Let us take them," Dog-Mask said, gesturing curtly with her daggers at Goat-Mask, who was still frozen in time, and Bird-Mask, who was bleeding out on the floor, "and leave. We'll call it a draw. Sound fair?"