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7/22/2025, 4:54:05 AM
Sunday didn't happen, ack
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The Nakki slings the hook wide to your right. The huge arc of the swing as it almost coming at you from behind, but you knew it was coming. Throwing the sword in the way, the chain snares itself around your blade and catches into its own chainlinks. With a strong pivot of the sword, you pull the chain taught. A perfect counter.
But that is not what you're looking to do today. You are looking to end this monster's predatory life.
You grab the chain, place a foot on the chopping table, and yank. The Nakki is almost completely destabilized by the force behind the tug, but barely manages to keep himself from giving. From the look in his eyes as they glance over toward other heavier knives on the rack, you can tell he knows how futile this tug of war is. How he needs to come up with a trick that will get you.
But before he can drop his end of the chain, you jump onto the table, one hand grasping your sword like a lance and the other pulling as much of the chain as you possibly can, and joust at him from above.. With the slack you pull, he's now tethered to you.
His knife is far away on the wrong side of his body to defend himself right. The best he can manage in the time between the seconds is to brace the carving knife in front of himself and hope you slice yourself on it.
The Nakki had his back to an escape route. He could have ran. Instead, he wanted you on a meathook. He has forsaken his safety to fight you. He had his chance.
Auringvalo has made its judgement.
Monster.
A blast of gold light shoots forth while you were midair, extending straight to the Nakki's chest. Despite the intensity of this gold light, he only had a shadow for a second; before you knew it, he was equally illuminated on both sides. The sword's tip plunges into the troll, but purchases against no flesh. The hole was already there.
The knife catches against your jacket, but the strength behind it has faded. A laceration of your clothes, and no more.
You come down upon the aberrant man, pushing him off his weakened legs. As he slams against the cutting room floor, gold wisps circling around like a cloud of sentient dust, and Auringvalo bounces off the concrete below. It is completely unstained.
The troll, exhaling almost every ounce of air in its lungs as you toss aside the knife, loses its will to resist.
That's funny. You think you heard someone talk out loud just a moment ago.
As you stood up to better prepare to end his life, he breathed a passing comment.
"That tree was right. You're a cannibal with more steps, you know?"
... Zephyr. He must have helped some of these people down here.
>>6276581
>>6276810
>>6276835
The Nakki slings the hook wide to your right. The huge arc of the swing as it almost coming at you from behind, but you knew it was coming. Throwing the sword in the way, the chain snares itself around your blade and catches into its own chainlinks. With a strong pivot of the sword, you pull the chain taught. A perfect counter.
But that is not what you're looking to do today. You are looking to end this monster's predatory life.
You grab the chain, place a foot on the chopping table, and yank. The Nakki is almost completely destabilized by the force behind the tug, but barely manages to keep himself from giving. From the look in his eyes as they glance over toward other heavier knives on the rack, you can tell he knows how futile this tug of war is. How he needs to come up with a trick that will get you.
But before he can drop his end of the chain, you jump onto the table, one hand grasping your sword like a lance and the other pulling as much of the chain as you possibly can, and joust at him from above.. With the slack you pull, he's now tethered to you.
His knife is far away on the wrong side of his body to defend himself right. The best he can manage in the time between the seconds is to brace the carving knife in front of himself and hope you slice yourself on it.
The Nakki had his back to an escape route. He could have ran. Instead, he wanted you on a meathook. He has forsaken his safety to fight you. He had his chance.
Auringvalo has made its judgement.
Monster.
A blast of gold light shoots forth while you were midair, extending straight to the Nakki's chest. Despite the intensity of this gold light, he only had a shadow for a second; before you knew it, he was equally illuminated on both sides. The sword's tip plunges into the troll, but purchases against no flesh. The hole was already there.
The knife catches against your jacket, but the strength behind it has faded. A laceration of your clothes, and no more.
You come down upon the aberrant man, pushing him off his weakened legs. As he slams against the cutting room floor, gold wisps circling around like a cloud of sentient dust, and Auringvalo bounces off the concrete below. It is completely unstained.
The troll, exhaling almost every ounce of air in its lungs as you toss aside the knife, loses its will to resist.
That's funny. You think you heard someone talk out loud just a moment ago.
As you stood up to better prepare to end his life, he breathed a passing comment.
"That tree was right. You're a cannibal with more steps, you know?"
... Zephyr. He must have helped some of these people down here.
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