I cast Shortcut again to appear a hundred feet above sea level, scoping out the aquatic battlefield before while standing on Gracorvus. I felt a tug at the back of my mind to turn and study the massive soul presence I’d seen, but I ignored it. There were more imdiate problems than so distant demigod, avatar, or outrageously leveled Delver. Whatever it was, it was firmly within Eschen territory. I doubted it was Littan.
I also resisted the temptation to get tunnel vision on Yaretzi, choosing to take a few seconds to let my ribs begin to fuse back together while I scanned the fleet. The psychopath had ntioned the existence of Silver-grade Delver boats like the Copper caravels we’d just wrecked, and I didn’t want any sneaking up on us.
I didn’t spot any more encroaching caravels, but that didn’t an a whole lot. I couldn’t use my See ability on the whole ocean at once, so unless I knew generally where to look for them they could still be out there. What I did spot was the entire Littan blockade fleet regrouping and sailing our way.
“Fallback flag my ass,” I muttered before turning back to Yaretzi.
The number one asshole in my life was currently sailing his caravel out of a cloud of poison while holding a cloth over the slit in his frog helm. Without a crew, it should have been impossible for the man to manage the craft alone. And yet, he did. The boat was moving quite fast as well. I added “magic sailor” to my ntal model of Yaretzi’s build.
I was glad to know that Nuralie was still in the fight, but still had no idea where she was, exactly. I checked her status in my party interface and saw that she was close to full on health, so it didn’t look like Yaretzi had done any damage to her while I was taking a bath.
While Yaretzi cleared his deck of the toxic mist, Etja launched off the northern caravel and began raining death rays down onto him. Her beams carved across the deck while the Littan danced between them, his body moving and contorting in inhuman ways. He made it to one of the cannons and raised a hand toward Etja, the familiar blue mana of a Dispel dancing along his fingers. I was pretty far away but hadn’t ever had a problem with the range of my own Dispel before, so I decided to counter his counterspell. I shakily raised my hand and focused on his mana, activating the skill with all the righteous fury of a mono-blue player at Friday Night Magic.
It didn’t work.
Dispel negated by Absolute Authority
You cannot counter, dispel, or negate any of Yaretzi’s skills unless your relevant skill level is equal to or higher than Yaretzi’s Mystical Magic skill.
I tried to let out a frustrated grunt when I saw the ssage, but it ca out more as a gurgle that sent into an excruciating coughing fit. Yaretzi’s ability countered spells trying to counter his counterspells. I fucking hated this guy.
To soothe my irritation, I mana-shaped the Pocket Closet portal and unleashed Grotto into the world. He swept out in all his feathered and octopoid glory.
[Direct to the insolent fiends and I will wreak havoc upon their minds!]
While I was focused on the Closet, Yaretzi cast his Dispel, Etja’s beam fizzled, and he fired his cannon just as I finished opening the portal. My first instinct was to Shortcut between Etja and the projectile, but that was a very precise teleport and I also knew that Etja had plenty of defensive abilities of her own. I couldn’t afford to soak another 200 damage right now. I needed to do a little setup to make sure Yaretzi found his way into a watery grave. He was too dangerous and the risk that he would pursue the party after this fight was too high. Unless escape was the only viable option, I would do everything in my power to end him.
The cannon shot was lined up perfectly, but Etja used a powerful burst of Siphon to shunt the projectile aside. Yaretzi cartwheeled to the next cannon and began aiming it, but Etja adjusted her tactics and began cutting through the weapons aboard the Littan’s caravel. Unlike Yaretzi himself, the hunks of dark iron couldn’t dodge.
[He is very acrobatic.]
[Think you can disrupt so of that?]
[His level is substantial, but my experience with the specter has given a few ideas.]
[Alright, help the others hold out while I get a combo going.]
[Very well.] He floated away toward the fight at speed.
I summoned Somncres and swung it in the air before , testing my grip and strength. It was barely manageable with the state of my ribs, but I didn’t need to be able to chuck the hamr full force. I just needed to get it going. The skill that Sam’lia helped to learn would do the rest.
I activated Gravity Anchor.
Gravity Anchor
Dinsional / Physical
Cost: Variable stamina per second
Requirents: FOR 40, INT 20, Dinsional 20, Physical 10
Effects:
Vastly increase your gravitational pull. While Gravity Anchor is active, the core of your body may not be moved by any physical ans. The strength of this gravitational pull is based on your Physical skill level and the amount of stamina channeled into this ability.
You may also warp the directional flow of the gravitational pull by spending additional stamina, so long as the endpoint for the adjusted flow is the core of your body. Your control over this secondary effect is determined by your Dinsional skill level and your Intelligence.
The technique was based on Etja’s Siphon ability, but Sam’lia had helped to reforge the base skill into sothing that better suited . We added restrictions to make it less versatile but more potent while adjusting the mana flow so that it centered on my body and could utilize stamina rather than mana. I couldn’t command objects to fly or blast my opponents into the ground at range or manipulate myself to fly. I had none of the nuance that Etja had. I could command gravity to do one thing, and that was to make the world fall toward .
After all, having everyone and everything around beco irresistibly attracted to the density of my masculine presence was a very Arlo thing to do.
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The sea spray in the air whipped around and I felt moisture beginning to gather on my skin. My ears popped as the air pressure rose. My leggings and the armor I was still wearing hugged more tightly. My shirt had been shredded and entangled by my warped breastplate and had co off when I removed the armor. I was glad that my chest was once again properly exposed, as grueso a sight as it was. The weight of my cuirass pressing into my broken chest would have been less than pleasant.
I threw Somncres and made two Void Hamr copies. I used Hamrang to manipulate the weapon into a tight arc and the copies began to spiral around . It had taken a lot of trial and error to get this trick right, but the main struggle had been a physical one. My Coordinated Thinker evolution for Intelligence gave an enhanced grasp of spatial and dinsional concepts, so intuitively calculating orbital trajectories wasn’t a big deal. I just had to build up muscle mory until I possessed the skill to throw the damn hamrs at the right angle.
I summoned Somncres back to and made sure the two spectral copies that were orbiting were stable. In the distance, Yaretzi had summoned a billowing cloak on his back and it spread out like wings. He darted up into the air to et Etja, rapier glinting in his offhand. At first, Etja was quicker, but Yaretzi shot forward with a sudden burst of speed and he thrust his blade at Etja’s joints. The mage’s body shone as her Mana Barrier shunted so of the damage to her mana pool, but with Yaretzi’s Blade of Censure ability that let him drain mana, I knew that Etja couldn’t last long.
Grotto drew closer to the fight and Yaretzi’s head jerked back and his helm glowed as the mini-c’thon hit him with a psychic attack. The Littan froze in place for a mont, and an arrow appeared between Yaretzi’s shoulder blades. I finally spotted Nuralie on the deck of the caravel Yaretzi had just left. It was listing heavily, slowly sinking from the damage caused by Etja’s beams, but Nuralie balanced on the uneven surface and lined up another series of shots.
While the four fought, I threw two more sets of Void Hamrs into my orbit, giving six hamrs rotating around . My chest scread with every throw, slowing my progress, but I wanted more. I threw another set, making sure that each pair was orbiting at a slightly different range. The combo was a huge drain on both mana and stamina, but I wasn’t planning on needing to repeat this trick. I threw again.
Yaretzi maneuvered around Etja, placing her between himself and Nuralie. He thrust his rapier into her back and Etja’s Mana Barrier failed as his attack exhausted the rest of her mana. The forr golem fell toward the sea, unable to maintain Siphon to keep herself afloat. Her health was low, but she was alive.
Yaretzi’s helm glowed again, making space for Nuralie to land another arrow. The Littan shot toward Grotto, but my familiar was even nimbler than Etja in the air. The Delve Core led Yaretzi on a rry chase through the sky. Eventually, the Littan threw a pair of daggers at Grotto, causing my familiar to back off a bit further. Etja had splashed down into the ocean and was beginning to sink.
[Grotto, are you strong enough to lift Etja?]
[How feeble do you believe to be?] he thought back, already descending toward the sinking mage.
Yaretzi spun and rushed down toward the ship as Nuralie turned to dive off, but the Littan activated an ability that kept the loson from fleeing. Nuralie’s eyes opened wide in alarm as she was caught in the grip of Lockstep. Instead of restricting the pair of combatants to only moving away from one another, they could now only move toward one another.
Yaretzi just fucked up.
While I couldn’t travel through space normally while Gravity Anchor was active, I could teleport. I cast Shortcut to adjust my position so that I was a hundred feet behind Yaretzi as he dove. After a two-second pause, I cast Shortcut again and appeared beside Nuralie, on the opposite side of Yaretzi from where I’d just been. The Littan ca to an abrupt halt as though he’d collided with an invisible wall made of sticky traps. The kind they use to catch mice in attics.
Yaretzi could only move away from , but he could also only move toward Nuralie. Since she and I were standing side by side, there was nowhere for the Littan to go.
Nuralie let out a yelp as she was sucked into my side by my gravity well, but I was able to use the technique's secondary effect to adjust the pull to flow around her, giving her so relief from the pressure. It took a lot of concentration and upped the stamina drain substantially, but I only wanted to make one person a pancake today.
“Don’t move,” I said to her, but I kept my eyes on Yaretzi.
“What is this?!” Yaretzi yelled as I kicked the gravity up another notch, dumping more stamina into the ability. I was down to a quarter of my reserves.
The Littan’s body contorted as an imnse pressure pulled him toward while his own ability forced him to stay in place and endure it. His limbs dangled and his mail armor billowed and clinked. tal ringlets began to co loose from where I’d severed it with Oblivion Orb. They smacked into my wet skin and stuck to alongside drops of blood from the Littan’s bruised and bloody wrist.
The caravel was no longer sinking, held aloft by my pull. The boards of the boat below creaked and groaned, then began to splinter and break. The ocean rose over the sides of the ship and began to gather and swirl around Nuralie and . Pretty soon I would have to start holding my breath.
But that was only the opener.
My hamrs did not travel with when I teleported. That was a problem I was working on, but it was also an advantage I could manipulate. All ten of my copied hamrs had been thrown with Homing Weapon and all ten were currently trying to make their way back to . My first teleport had been made to pull them into an angle of approach from Yaretzi’s rear, while my second teleport put him directly in their path.
Ten Void Hamrs rushed at Yaretzi’s back in a chaotic spiral of varying arcs. Their orbits had been disrupted by the sudden absence of anything to orbit and Homing Weapon demanded that they return to , causing the copied weapons to crisscross and approach like a cluster of hastily fired missiles from five different launchers.
Yaretzi’s eyes narrowed and he struggled to twist his head to look behind him, but he couldn’t crane his neck under the force of my pull. He had sothing that alerted him to attacks that he couldn’t see coming. He’d used it the first ti I pulled this trick. Yaretzi couldn’t move to avoid the incoming disaster. Instead, he made a confession.
“I donate half my salary to a wounded children’s fund!” He scread in a rush of words.
I barely had ti to register his statent, which must have been true because his body glowed with fresh stacks of Blessed. The mont before the hamrs impacted he also activated a skill.
Funhouse Mirror
So long as you are facing Yaretzi, you only deal half damage with your attacks. So long as you are facing away from Yaretzi, you deal double damage. This effect also applies to Yaretzi when attacking you.
Before I could process the debuff and adjust, the hamrs ca down on Yaretzi in a storm. His immobilized form was battered by Somncres copies that activated bowling ball-sized Oblivion Orbs on contact. Yaretzi’s body glowed with holy light as he struggled to absorb the damage with his Blessed stacks while his Funhouse ability halved everything that was incoming.
Not all of the hamrs landed. A few smashed into the deck of the ship and swallowed large holes out of the already broken and distressed vessel. A couple whipped past Yaretzi and I hastily caught them, then did my best to throw them back, but the strength was shit from my destroyed chest and the force of my gravity working against . Still, the throws weren't enough for the hamr to do much kinetic damage, but the Oblivion Orb charges activated.
The last three pierced all of Yaretzi’s defenses and the runes on his armor exploded. Large circles of the armor were cut away, revealing scoured, bruised and bleeding flesh beneath. One wound on his abdon had been stripped of its skin completely, and I could see a bit of intestine trying to worm its way out. Blood rained down onto , mixing with the seawater that swirled and churned around my midsection.
Before I could savor the victory, Yaretzi produced the biggest fucking crossbow I’d ever seen from his inventory.
He could barely hold it. His left arm dangled toward as his body was still locked in place by his own ability while being sucked in by my skill. The weapon was so long that it ended less than a foot from my chest. It was already loaded and prid.
I considered using Shortcut to escape, but Nuralie had slipped directly behind . I could drop Gravity Anchor and kick her off the boat, but there was no ti. Yaretzi was mortally wounded and, unless he got so sort of treatnt, he would certainly bleed out. No. I wanted to keep him locked down. I decided to eat it.
“Co on!” I scread. “Think it’ll be enough?!”
He fired. The bolt hit in the chest. It pierced my heart.
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