"Ahhh, that feels so good," I couldn't help but exhale in bliss.
Before was a large boar or what was left of it. My Avatars and I had a field day bashing the living crap out of it. We were allowing my children to heal it back into health for another round. Frankly, it felt like I was in a trance earlier; I couldn't even see anything else.
'It is a good thing Henry already stopped him from running as a Reaper. Otherwise, it would have been hard.'
I learned early on that Rashid couldn't undo his soulform. Without his gigantic boar form, a single 30mm round would turn him into soup. He tried earlier. But my son Henry, being a vengeful little shit, instead trampled over him with the M5s.
'My son's foresight let enjoy myself with few disruptions,' I thought, grateful.
In the session I just had, I entered my own world. In it, my rage, my weapon, and the boar were all that existed. Although while I was successful in venting, I was never able to recreate my first strike.
'The power of that blow was enough to dismber the boar's legs and tear apart its face in one strike. Why can't I recreate it?'
All my succeeding attacks had only a fraction of that one. And I couldn't figure out why. I had Saturday and Sunday to experint with the boar's pillar-like legs. Rashid couldn't even run as my two bodies each kept destroying two limbs at a ti.
Saturday took the forelegs while Sunday took the hind legs. Our targets were the large clump of muscle at the elbow. It was the weakest point and the most satisfying to destroy. But no matter how much we concentrated, we couldn't exhibit power comparable to the first strike.
'Although the [Jackhamr] is definitely a useful feature, I wonder if I can rework it sohow.'
When Friday tried to mochi bash the boar's balls, it led to catastrophic results. Basically, unless I spun like a wheel as Thursday did with the back, I was too slow. Despite having all the {Fates} of {Carry} applied to make move faster, it was still not enough.
Basically, as Alfonso and Exa used an IF-{Reload} on the Challenger 2's L30A1 120 mm rifled tank gun. And it shot way faster than intended. It wasn't just one shell per second. It was almost like an assault rifle. Three shells left the barrel every second.
And as I tried to outpace the healing, I threw my body into my strikes. Which turned into a recipe for disaster as my body was too close to the gigantic balls.
"Sigh, who knew I would get shot by Alfonso instead?"
To compensate, I created the {Program} [Jackhamr]. It canceled the recovery period of my strikes using a partial {Rewind}.
Rather than {Rewind} my entire body, I only rewound my arms and my weapon. It created a new way for to fight. I could now swing down with all my might and follow up with exactly the sa attack less than a second later.
"The swing itself wastes too much ti. What if we could generate the montum but keep my limbs in place? Like a charging stance. That way I could release the potential swings in one mont for maximum damage," I mused.
I rember reading a similar principle in a Japanese light novel. In it, the side character's sword had the power of ti. He could manipulate his swings to appear at a specific mont he wished. The character then used this concept to carve an entire area in advance.
When the enemy finally attacked, a large group of flying monsters t a brutal end. A minefield of powerful, ti-denying slashes carved them into confetti. It was incredibly cool and stuck with . It was like a delayed slash that could be used at will.
I didn't have the power of ti, but maybe I could use the power of {Rewind} sohow.
[Daddy! All limbs restored. Are you tired? Do you want a break?]
"Thanks, Sabel. Maybe I do. Exa."
[Yes, my lord?]
"I want to work on sothing, have the children knock the pig around. I want to develop sothing. They can beat it until it's about dead, but I want it back in one piece by the ti I need him."
[I understand, my lord. Children, did you hear that?]
[Yep, I can finally shred this motherfucker. Oy! Alfonso, no cutting in line!]
[Stop complaining because you are too indecisive, Henry. Father and Grandmother have already given their blessings.]
[Ah! No fair! Al-Al! Ry-Ry! Wait for !]
And so, the soulless then all turned their guns to the boar. Only this ti they were no longer using {Restore} rounds. They looked like a pack of hungry sharks. Then, they unleashed a hailstorm of gunfire and ordnance at the Shifter.
[What are you doing, Alfonso? You played with Number 1 the longest! If we all beat this fucker, he is definitely going to die! Switch to {Restore} shells!]
[I refuse. I am the family's firstborn; I need to protect you two! And this is my right! IF-{RELOAD}! Firing Red APFSDS! DIE, YOU INSOLENT SACK OF PORK!!]
[NOOO!!! STUPID AL-AL! RY-RY USE {RESTORE} ROUNDS! QUICK!! OR DADDY IS GOING TO BE ANGRY! GRAN-GRAN! AL-AL is being a stupid prick!]
[This is fucking tyranny! Stop pulling excuses out of your ass, Alfonso! Why in the world would you even need to fucking protect us from this pork chop?]
[None of my weapon platforms have an ass; your argunt is invalid, little brother.]
[Stop playing with your food, you little shits! Or Lady Bella is going to rip my code apart!]
I ignored the argunts my children were having. It was fun to see them horsing around with a boar the size of a building. Due to its imnse size, even Alfonso's 120 mm cannon, the biggest gun we have, could only blow a chunk off the pig.
'I want a trump card. Sothing that I can use to hit a Revenant or an Archdemon with.'
Feeling like I was onto sothing, I unsummoned all my avatars. While they could do everything I did, for absolute focus, one brain was still the best.
"Let's see [Jackhamr] use a partial rewind of my limbs. I still swing but magically return to my starting position for a second strike. How would I do the sa thing, except that the energy doesn't disperse?"
The problem with repeating motions was that they had instantaneous transfers of energy. This ant that each swing would send the energy from my weapon to the target. [Jackhamr] had only one purpose. It eliminated the actions needed to return to my starting position.
'Besides, I don't fight with swords; I do so with guns. If I could apply the sa principle to a bullet, I could empower it like I used to do with [Strike] and {Counter}.'
Unsure of what I needed to do, I ended up looking toward the end of my weapon. It was blood red and had large pieces of at impaled on the spikes. The combination of Faker weaponry and {Fates} was amazing. My Faker Morning Star was a good proof of concept.
We could not apply {Fates} to Faker material. But, if we combined it with other materials and used {Fates} on them, it was possible. Unknowingly, I ended up using the sa route the Saints did for mass blessings.
Rather than bless a single bullet, they blessed the ingot that made the bullets to save ti. It made sense as the casing nor the gunpowder didn't really need the blessings to begin with. The only part that made it to the undead was the lead rounds.
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