Veni, Vidi, Edi 7
Nope, not happenin! declared Hilda the instant Keira made her request.
... Eh?
The catgirl in question could only let off a stupid noise in surprise.
Ya cant go demandin a new Job like that willy-nilly, ya know! said the elderly dwarf while crossing her arms.
Okay, perhaps, Hi, miss Hilda! Please teach how to Warrior! was not the best way to fra her request. Especially not when she made it the instant she saw Hilda enter through the forts gates with her patrol.
Er, that is, the training fee-
It aint about the gold, ya bloody fool!
The twos high-volu conversation was attracting the bemused glares of many soldiers and adventurers alike. Sothing neither the dwarf nor her would-be disciple seed to be conscious of.
Yo, Boss Lady! called out one of the people watching. His blue tunic marked him as a mber of the Knights of Elena, which made him Hildas colleague. Youre doing the thing again!
Huh?! Oh, right. Oi! One of you lot go grab Jessie and tell er to co at the usual spot! she shouted and soone ran off sowhere. You there, kittyface - co with !
The fully-armored Hilda motioned for the catgirl to follow her to a slightly more private space than the middle of a courtyard. The two of them made their way through the space between the forts inner and outer walls and onto the large, flat training field next to one of the soldiers barracks buildings. They went over to a corner between the building and the forts wall, where Hilda finally took off her helt. Her face was wrinkled, her hair was gray and her skin was rough and craggy, but her piercing green eyes held enough vitality to make the undead lose motivation and willingly return back to their graves.
Alright, lassie, first of all, who are ya?
Ah, uhm! Decanus Keira Morgana of the 1st Scouting Battalion! she answered with a salute.
You been playing soldier a bit too much, thinks.
... Im Keira, an adventurer from the Hidden Arrow guild.
And dont ye forget it! Ye need to have so self-respect for yer roots if ye dont wanna lose yerself out there! Now then, yere one of Faehorns lot, right?
Yeah.
Then ye should know full well Ranger and Warrior Jobs have the worst compatibility with each other.
Hilda was talking about how it was practically impossible to act in both capacities in the sa battle. Attributes, Skills, Martial Arts, weapons, armor - everything one Job demanded was useless for the other, and vice-versa. The roles they played both in and out of combat were also completely disparate.
I do but- Okay, I think I misspoke. The thing is Im actually looking to learn how to use this.
She unsheathed the beautiful mithril rapier from her belt. Hilda wasnt surprised in the slightest as shed pretty much guessed that was the cause of that ridiculous line she was greeted with upon the return. It wasnt like the catgirl was trying to hide it, and the dwarf already had a habit of picking out every sword, axe, dagger, spear and mace in her vicinity. Sort of an occupational hazard.
Yer conviction is lackin, lass, she said in a damning tone. Ye dont go around gettin a new Job just cus you got yerself a new toy to play with.
No, but see- Im no good when sothing gets up close to . I an I got claws and stuff, but that wont work on trained soldiers What Im saying is, the sword is secondary. Defending myself is the primary.
... Okay, thats better. Yer still not cut out fer a Warrior, though. Yer better off learnin a Rogues trade.
That wont help take down opponents that co at head on, though. I want to be an all-rounder, not a specialist.
Besides, Rogue Skills had too much overlap with what the Mimic was already capable of.
Aight, fair nuff. Still, ya dont really need a Job if its just swordplay.
It was an undeniable fact that the Sword Mastery Skill could be learned by anyone, even monsters.
Miss Hilda, please stop testing ! said Keira indignantly. We both know a Mastery Skill by itself is rather aningless!
Even if one knew how to swing a sword around, it was hardly enough to qualify them as a swordsman. Theyd get demolished instantly by soone who had the right Attributes and Skills to support their fighting style.
Fine, fine! said the dwarf while throwing her hands up in the air. Leave it to that old shoestrap to get all the sharp ones, she mumbled.
Shoestrap?
Nevermind that. Listen ere, kitty-
Keira.
Keira, right. I appreciate yer enthusiasm and all that, but yer just not cut out fer it. Ye dont have the right build- the right foundation to be a Warrior. Yer arms are too noodly and yer bodys too light.
While Attributes could help close the gap, it was impossible to overco what one was born with that easily. Even in a world where theoretically anyone could beco strong, it was all relative to where they started with. An ant would never be able defeat an elephant, no matter how high its Status went up. Well, not unless it Ranked Up into so fire-spitting super-ant, but that was besides the point.
Then what about being a Berserker?
Sa thing. Actually, that ones an even worse match for ye. Yer way too happy-go-lucky to work up the right sort of temperant one needs to really master the Job.
I can get angry when I need to!
Do not lump a Berserkers unyielding rage with your petty tantrums, child!
The dwarf shouted with a voice dripping with bloodlust. It carried this supernatural weight around it that would made ones blood freeze over. Although Hilda was a Warrior instructor, that didnt necessarily an she was one herself. She knew pretty much everything there was to know about the Job, but she didnt actually have it. Her actual occupation was that of a Level 100 Berserker. Sothing that, as she was currently demonstrating, was not just for show.
It is fury that burns as brightly as the sun, yet is also as black as the darkest abyss! It rises up from the depths of our souls, tryin to consu us, beggin to bathe in the blood of those around us - friend and foe alike! In so ways, our worst enemy is ourselves!
Boxxy legitimately felt a degree of fear and pressure it hadnt experienced in a long ti. Needless to say, Keiras form amplified this feeling tenfold, and the catgirl was shivering and sweating profusely while shrinking away from the scary old lady.
But we dont just let that side of us run wild! We cannot let it. So we harness it, control it, nurture it and direct it! Its a grim and violent path that muddles the line between man and monster!
The oppressive atmosphere slowly waned away as Hilda reigned in her boiling rage.
Think ye can manage that, girlie.
N-n-n-n-no maam
That was the truth from the bottom of its heart. Even if Boxxy knew anger, the sheer pit of malice it just saw allowed it to gain new insights into Koras perpetually violent nature. It would seem being a Berserker was sothing that ran far deeper than it thought. Well, at least as far as people are concerned.
Aye, didnt think so. Anyway, on the opposite end of the spectrum are Monks. But ye lack the sort of discipline and peace of mind to make good use of that, either. Being a Paladin is right out.
I- I see So I guess Ill have to seek out a Rogue trainer after all
Well, not really. The Mimic would just need to adopt a disguise for just long enough to obtain the Warrior Job, at which point it would-
That wont be necessary lassie.
Hildas words threw its scheming mind completely off-track.
Ye see, I had a feelin this is where wed end up. Fortunately fer you, I know a Job thatll suit ye just fine!
The dwarf turned her head to the side and beckoned over the woman who had been standing nearby like a sore thumb for the last minute or so. She had auburn hair, brown eyes, a very slim and downright flat figure, and was clad in extrely light armor that bordered on plain clothes. She bore a large scar on her right cheek, and her otherwise plain face placed her sowhere in her late 30s. She was also human, which imdiately prompted Boxxy to start releasing calming pheromones to counteract its Butcher of Humanity Perk. It didnt seem to work on her too well though, as she still eyed the catgirl with a sharp glare. The Mimic once again silently wished for a way to turn that blasted effect off, but as expected, it didnt work out too well.
This heres Jessie. Ah, dont mind that an look of hers, said Hilda. She cant help it.
Oh, so shes actually nice once you get past it? asked Keira hopefully.
Nah. Shes still a giant bitch, but its best if you try and ignore it.
Watch your mouth, you old bat! growled the woman in question. Ill rip your damned tongue out if you dont!
The dwarf rolled her eyes at the befuddled catgirl as if to say case in point before turning her attention back to the human. Well, at the very least her deanor didnt seem to be because Boxxys Skill was failing.
Anyway, shes like that, but this one here can teach ye just the Job yer lookin fer.
Oh, whats this? asked Jessie after turning her attention to the catgirl. You want training, you gotta pay up.
Ah! If its money, then-
Keira reached for the coin pouch she had prepared in advance, but the woman snatched it out of her hands in the next instant. She dumped the nurous coins inside onto her palm, picked out a total of 200 GP and then haphazardly tossed the noticeably lighter pouch at the catgirls feet.
I appreciate your patronage! she said with an obliviously rotten smile.
She had no idea just how close she had gotten to getting herself killed. It had taken every last drop of Boxxys self control to keep it from lashing out, ripping her arm off, beating her half to death with it and then eating her still-twitching corpse whole. While it was congratulating itself on such matters though, the dwarf had moved in and punched her colleague in the gut, forcing her to keel over and drop the gold in the process. As expected, being struck by that heavy-looking tal glove was no different that being hit by a hamr, and had very nearly knocked the woman unconscious.
Oi! shouted Hilda. None of that! Sha on you!
She then bent over, picked up the scattered gold and returned it all to Keira with an apologetic tone.
Sorry bout that. Shes a bit of a twat, but shes still the only Blade Dancer trainer we have on hand at the mont.
Ah thanks. Whats a Blade Dancer, though?
This was not a Job Keira had heard of before.
Well, its probably best if I show ye. Cmon Jess, lets have a little spar fer yer new disciples benefit!
Koff, koff! Ill get you this ti, ya old bat!
The woman called Jessie scrambled to her feet while coughing profusely. She stabilized her breathing and pulled out one of the two swords on her left hip. It was a sabre - a type of one-handed sword with a long, thin, and slightly curved one-sided blade. It was quite similar to the rapier that started this whole thing, except that particular treasure of a weapon was straight, and more needle-like. Jessie assud a one-handed stance with her right shoulder pointed forward and her left arm behind her hip. It almost looked classy, if not for the sour look on her face.
Adagio Variation, she chanted, and her body glowed with a soft, blue light, which gradually faded away for a few seconds.
Right then, co at , beckoned Hilda who had taken one of the dull training swords from a nearby rack.
Jessie answered those words by lunging forward with a vicious stab aid directly at the dwarfs unarmored eyes, but was avoided with a tilt of her head. The human clicked her tongue and stepped abruptly to the right while swinging her sword diagonally, but her blow was effortlessly deflected by the dwarfs sword. She kept making sudden, deliberate and calculated movents as she tried to poke holes in Hildas guard, but all of her attacks were effortlessly dodged or parried. The dwarf didnt just stand idle, and struck back with speed that matched Jessies, which was surprising given her stature. Then again, Boxxy was sure the old bat was holding back imnsely, probably for Keiras benefit.
However, those attacks were still as sharp and deadly as Jessies own. The Blade Dancer avoided them with minimal movents, either by stepping back or to the side. It seems she didnt want to even try parrying or deflecting them with her weapon, which was probably a good idea since shed likely be overpowered by brute strength. She also tried to use the gap between her opponents strikes to counter with a stab or slash of her own, but those mostly just bounced harmlessly off of Hildas thick armor.
Cmon Jess, this can hardly be called a demonstration, said the dwarf in a bored tone. Get a bit serious, will ye?
No, shes already serious. Seriously trying to kill you, that is, noted Keira inside her head.
Each and every one of the Blade Dancers attacks were aid at vital areas such as the eyes, throat or the tiny gaps between Hildas armor plates. And unlike her opponent, she was giving it her all and not holding back in the slightest. Or at least, thats how it would appear at first, but the Blade Dancer stopped her feet abruptly at those provocative words.
Alright, you asked for it!
It seems she was indeed holding herself back sowhat. Jessie lowered her stance into a far more relaxed one while drawing the second sword on her hip. It was a sabre, just like the first one, only it seed to be slightly shorter. She twisted her body around, positioning her left blade over her head and the right one parallel to her hip. If one didnt know any better, theyd say they were tal ribbons rather than weapons.
Presto Variation!
Much like before, her body briefly glowed with a soft light, only this ti it was a green one. The exact effects of those Skills were unclear due to the weird words mixed in, but they were definitely a type of body strengthening technique.
Dancing Swords!
The next Skill she used caused transparent copies of her weapons to appear out of thin air. They floated around her unnaturally, as if manipulated by invisible strings, but were definitely guided by her will.
Winterlich Waltz!
At those two words, Jessie renewed her assault, but her movents were far too different from before. Rather than thrusts or short slashing motions, she made wide, grand swings as she twirled in and out of Hildas range. Her weapons left behind faint blue trails as they swung through the air, and left a thin layer of frost whenever the collided with Hildas armor or her sword.
Her speed was also noticeably higher, almost incomparable to what it was before. It was at the level where Keira would normally see her as a blur that quite literally danced circles around her stationary opponent. Of course, the catgirl was anything but normal and was able to easily track her movents, though she doubted whether she could move at those speeds. Even Hilda seed to have trouble keeping up with them completely.
The Dancing Blades perford similar movents to their owner, forcing the dwarf to bring her large shield to bear in order to properly defend from the countless strikes coming at her from various angles. However, neither the floating blades nor the physical ones could get a clean hit on the veteran combatant. A few accurate swings of Hildas weapon quickly destroyed those flying annoyances, but it created a tiny opening for the Blade Dancer to launch her next attack.
Fouette en Tournant! shouted Jessie as she decided to change her approach. Both her blades abandoned their blue glow, and instead shone with a brilliant red light typical of most Martial Arts. As for the woman herself, she spun around like a top on one leg, becoming a quite literal whirlwind of steel. Her attack let off a barrage of sparks and a chorus of screeches as her swords and Hildas shield collided, but the latter didnt budge in the slightest.
In fact, she found a gap and swung her sword down onto the spinning Jessie, who had to abandon her twirling in order to dodge it by a hairs breadth. The dwarf took a few more swings with her blade, but her opponent kept avoiding them by swaying gently like a leaf of grass swaying against the wind. During one particularly wide vertical swing, she arched her upper body backwards and used that montum to spin herself around while bending her knees.
The clearly unnatural movent that seed to ignore the way joints worked flowed wonderfully into a sweeping strike at the sides of the dwarfs knees. There was a clanging noise as her right blade finally drew blood by aiming at the gap in Hildas armor. Jessie then brought her body upwards while swinging diagonally with her other sword, but that blow was deflected without much issue.
Flanco de Fuego!
Jessie suddenly switched strategy once again. Her movents beca completely different yet again. This ti she moved with rapid side-steps and made short, fast jabs and slashes at her opponents face and joints while her blades were coated with a thin layer of fire. She ca at the dwarf from various angles while constantly shifting her position, and actually seed to finally put a strain on the veterans iron-tight defenses.
Rose Thorns!
She overlapped whatever she was doing with another Martial Art. This one caused her right hand to launch a barrage of stabs that made it look like her blades had multiplied. A few of the thrusts successfully penetrated Hildas guard, putting a scratch on her cheek and singing her hair slightly.
Shield Bash!
The dwarf then suddenly charged forward while swinging her shield arm. The mass of tal slamd into the Blade Dancer, interrupting her performance by sending her flying several ters through the air. She landed on the hard-packed ground, rolled over twice and ceased movent altogether. Well, she was probably alive since her chest was moving up and down, but she wouldnt be waking up anyti soon by the look of things.
Fuuu, exhaled Hilda as she turned to the blankly staring beastkin. Well, there ye have it, kit- I an, Keira. As ye can see, Blade Dancers are a lee-oriented Job that relies on swift movent and pinpoint strikes rather than brute force.
The dwarf put away her training sword and patted down the singed and frosted parts of her gear before continuing.
They also get so basic body reinforcent magic that they can use on themselves or others, and a number of other tricks to confuse and befuddle opponents. Them dances ye saw let them imbue their attack with various elental effects. Well, theyre kinda weak since a Dancers INT is pretty low, but ye can still nail a monsters Bane with em so theyre far from useless.
The dwarf glanced over to the still unmoving Jessie and turned her attention back to Keira.
Well, we got a bit of ti before her Royal Twattiness wakes up, so I can answer any questions ye got fer .
Is is that okay?
Aye! I may not look it, but I know quite a bit about that prancing prats Job. I was actually plannin to have her give you the Job itself, but Id be the one overseein yer actual training.
Oh! Then, uhm, do Blade Dancers have any specialties?
Besides being grossly out-Leveled, of course.
Course they do. I an, it depends on the individual, but generally speakin theyre at their strongest in one-on-one combat. They can deal with lots of small fries fairly easily, too. They can also use those stances - or Variations as they call em - to raise their speed even further, but their stamina and MP will disappear in a flash if they overdo it.
What about weaknesses?
Being outnumbered by opponents of equal strength is bad. I an, thats normally the case for everyone, but Blade Dancers have it extra-rough, and sothing they wanna avoid at all costs. Fightin stuff with long-range attacks or heavy armor also puts em at a significant disadvantage, but ye can probably deal with those by using yer Ranger tricks.
So one Job covers the others weak points! I see, I see!
Mobility and precision were a Rangers strong points, but it was a Job that was entirely focused on projectile-based weaponry. Bows, crossbows, slingshots, throwing knives - that sort of thing. By themselves, they were completely defenseless in close quarters combat, so it went without saying theyd lose if caught by a Warrior, Rogue or the like at close range. Avoiding them was easier said than done, because they all had ways of closing the gap between them and their target. Lola, for example, could use a Skill that launched a harpoon-like projectile made with magic, which could be used to pull people and monsters towards her.
In other words, I will be fine if I dont get hit was a foolish sentint among adventurers and monsters alike. Therefore, having a lee-oriented Job that was highly compatible with a Rangers natural strengths made for a very attractive proposition. Blade Dancer was more or less perfect for Keira. In fact, it was actually better suited to her than Ranger given the Mimics natural affinity for close-quarters combat. It might have even picked this Job for its alter ego in the first place if it knew about it at the ti. Unfortunately, even Boxxy recognized the catgirls apparent build was ill-suited to being a Warrior, so it didnt even try bothering the Knights of Elena. It might have kept being ignorant about this tasty Job if it didnt decide to ask Hilda for advice. As expected, the insight and knowledge of one who has lived a long ti was scarily impressive.
There were still a few nagging thoughts regarding that Job, though.
How Ive never seen a Blade Dancer around before?
The monster was quite sure it would rember them if it ca across them. Of course, trying to rember each and every person it has killed was like counting the number of breaths it had taken, but it was sure a fighting style like Jessies would stand out.
Dunno, said Hilda with a shrug. Its not like its a weak Job or anythin like that, but it never really caught on round these parts. Maybe its a culture thing or a race thing, but I just think that very few elves or humans have the natural aptitude fer it. Dwarves like are right out. Its pretty popular among yer kind to the far east, though, so its likely yer compatibility with it is good.
Ah, so thats how it was
Anything else on yer mind?
Well was this spar really necessary?
The dwarf was obviously knowledgeable about the Job, and her words explained it much better than her actions, so this entire demonstration was rather pointless. It just seed like harassnt or bullying, to be honest.
Nah, not really, admitted the dwarf. It was mostly an excuse to smack that twat about a bit.
I see
So it was bullying after all. Boxxy quickly filed Hilda under its Impressively Violent ntal category and proceeded with its final decision.
Then, I want to try being a Blade Dancer!
Good choice. Well, I think its a bit early fer yer 2nd Job, but ti isnt a luxury we have right now, aye?
Well, technically its my 3rd Job
Huh?
Yeah, I got the Artificer Job like 2 weeks ago from a friend.
Ohhhh! So yere the rry Popper Ive be hearin about!
rry Popper?
Aye! The wee lass that blows shit up with a smile on her face! Thats you, aint it?!
...
It would seem Keira had already gotten sowhat of a questionable reputation around the fort. Well, it was an undeniable truth she spent a lot of her spare ti making and testing various explosives with Fizzys help, but it was hardly worthy of such a nickna, was it?
Say, said Hilda in a low, almost conspiratorial voice. Ye think ye and yer mate could hook up with an exploding mace?
I, err, what?
Ye know, just sothing that goes boom when ye swing it just right, yeh?
Well, uh, that- I an, its definitely possible, but youd get caught up in it too, you know?
Even Boxxy was wary when using bombs and grenades. tal shrapnel had a habit of flying unpredictably far, not to ntion bouncing off hard surfaces such as rocks or shields. It didnt matter how high her Level was, theres no way Hilda would get away unscatched from an explosion like that.
I know! Thats what makes it fun!
For the briefest mont, Boxxy felt sothing that might be called a genuine pang of sympathy for Faehorn. Regardless of their species or motives, that elf still said so good things that Boxxy could genuinely learn from. It suddenly made sense why he never got along fully with this woman, despite spending untold decades as adventuring companions.
Well, none of that was really a reason to deny her, though. In fact, Keira had nothing to lose from getting on her good side.
T-then, uhm, as long as you provide the materials-
Nice one, lass! cheered the dwarf with a heavy slap on the catgirls back.
You have suffered minor blunt force trauma. HP -29.
Geh!
Oops, sorry bout that! Got a bit too excited!
A bit too excited she says. That strike was strong enough to turn most house pets and even so bottom-tier monsters into paste!
Anyway, just send the list of stuff over to later and Ill take care of it!
S-sure thing, miss Hilda.
While were at it, think you can make a matching exploding helt? You know, to give so real Oomph! to my headbutts!?
It was at that mont that Boxxys classification of Hilda instantly rose from Impressively Violent to Batshit Crazy.
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