[Third Warrior Summoned: Octavia Tentakryl]
[Rank: SSS - Legendary]
[Level: 40]
[Class: TANK - Damage absorption and mitigation specialist]
[Elent: Water - Healing, defense, adaptability]
[Combat Style: Defensive whip techniques, counter-attacks, regeneration]
[Personality: Mature, teasing, protective, masochistic tendencies]
’MASOCHISTIC TENDENCIES!? HELL NAH!’
[Bond Level: 0.5 Hearts - Professional Start]
Glacielle’s response was quick and territorial. She moved closer to Lucian, her icy aura flickering around her.
"Master is MY partner," she said in a very rare, cold tone. "Don’t try to get close to him when you’ve already t him..."
"Oh my... it seems like my master has claid one partner, and she’s rather gently cute~!" Octavia laughed with warmth. "Ara ara, possessive already?"
"Don’t worry, little ice princess... I’m not here to steal him from you." Her smile widened. "I’m here to PROTECT him, and there’s a significant difference, darling."
Glacielle didn’t like being called little. "I’m not little! I already protect Master just fine!"
"Of course you do, dear." Octavia patted her head in a way that made her feel awful. "You’re so cute when you’re jealous."
They quickly beca rivals.
Marshal confidently stepped forward, her arms crossed, scrutinizing the newcor closely. "Prove you’re a tank with actions, not words."
It was clear from her voice that she was challenging.
Octavia looked at Marshal with real interest. "Oh? The famous Marshal Kyrathiel Sunbreaker herself."
"I’ve heard a lot of stories about you and the legendary Sunforge Legion."
"You’re a living military legend." She sounded polite, but not scared.
"Stories don’t an anything in real life," Marshal said bluntly. "Show what you can do, or you’re just another pretty face taking up space on the list."
Octavia’s smile grew bigger with joy. "Oh my... How wonderfully direct..."
"I like that approach~!" She got into a defensive stance and let her water whip out. "Very well, Marshal."
"Co at with everything you’ve got, and don’t hold back at all because I hate it when I don’t feel any pain!" Her voice was almost eager.
Marshal pulled out both Dawn Reapers. "Don’t be sorry for this challenge."
She charged at about half of her power, and solar magic flared around her blades.
Octavia didn’t avoid or dodge. She stayed in a defensive position as the water whip made a shimring wall.
"Co on, show that legendary strength~!" she shouted in a way that made her feel good.
Marshal’s blade struck the water barrier with imnse impact. The barrier held but rippled violently from the force, and Octavia was pushed back ten feet, her boots leaving deep trenches in the ground.
Her reaction was completely unexpected.
"Ahhn~! That’s it!" she moaned, eyes half-closed and breathing noticeably heavy. "Harder, Marshal~! Don’t hold back!"
Everyone stopped moving imdiately.
Lucian asked in a confused voice, "Did she just moan as a result of being hit?"
Glacielle sounded really shocked when she said, "What kind of a warrior likes that...?"
Marshal stopped mid-attack, blade still raised. "You’re a FUCKING MASOCHIST?!"
It was clear from her voice that she didn’t believe it.
Octavia stood up straight and casually fixed her hair. "Is that a problem?"
"I’m a tank, sweetheart, so my whole job is to take damage ant for other people. And I might as well enjoy it while I do my job well."
She was completely unashad of what she said.
She went on to explain. "I protected the Abyssal Depths for hundreds of years."
"I took hits from Krakens, Leviathans, and Elder Sea Dragons~! And what’s even better is that I learned to like the feeling over ti."
She smiled in a seductive way. "Pain ans I’m doing my job right~!"
"Pain also ans my friends are safe behind . And I do love a job well done."
It was clear that Marshal had a challenging ti processing this information. "You’re really fucking crazy."
But there was a hint of respect in her voice. "Good strategies, but completely crazy."
"The best tanks are usually the best." Octavia said with a smile, "Now, let’s keep going with this test~!"
"I want to feel your full power this ti."
Her whip was ready again, and she was ready to fight.
Marshal decided to take her seriously. Her ultimate technique turned on, and both blades were full of solar energy.
"Solar Execution!"
The massive strike aid directly at Octavia with devastating force. The water barrier strained at maximum capacity, taking the hit directly.
An explosion of steam and force sent Octavia flying fifty feet backward. She crashed into a boulder with enough impact to crack the stone.
Everyone rushed forward in concern.
"Is she okay?!" Lucian exclaid.
Glacielle looked worried even though they had been rivals before.
A few monts later, Octavia ca out of the boulder crater. There were cracks in her armor, but it was already fixing itself.
Water magic was quickly healing the visible bruises. Her face was red with clear pleasure.
"Ahh, that was WONDERFUL!" she breathed heavily. "Marshal, you’re even stronger than the stories suggested! That hurt SO GOOD~~~!"
She was genuinely enjoying the experience.
Lucian had a sudden realization. "She truly is a masochist who enjoys pain; however, from a tactical perspective, she is a tank who actively desires to be hit and does not fear damage."
"That’s actually strategically perfect for our needs."
Marshal walked up to Octavia and extended her hand. "You’re crazy, but you held that barrier against my full power, even if just briefly."
"And you can clearly take punishnt."
She pulled Octavia to her feet. "You’ll do fine for this party."
Approval was granted.
"Thank you very much, Marshal," Octavia said with a smile. "I can’t wait to take more hits for this party~!"
"Especially if they feel that good." She gave a wink.
...
They held a tactical eting to reorganize party structure with the new mber.
Marshal explained how the new formation would work. "Our combat formation changes a lot now that Octavia is joining as a dedicated tank."
The front line would be Octavia as the primary tank drawing aggro and absorbing damage, with Marshal as DPS and off-tank providing the main damage output while capable of tanking if needed.
Mid-line positioned Lucian as tactical commander, calling strategies and providing support DPS.
The back line placed Glacielle as primary DPS and control, using ice magic for crowd control and ranged attacks.
"Octavia, your job is easy." Marshal said, "Get hit."
"And draw ALL enemy attention to yourself! We need enemies completely focused on you while we strike from protected angles."
"Music to my ears," Octavia said with a smile. "I’ll make sure that every enemy wants to hit instead of anyone else."
"Just let the professionals handle the pain."
"But won’t you die if you take too much damage?" Lucian asked with genuine concern.
"Sweet Master, are you already worried about ?" Octavia laughed warmly. "I’m an SSS-rank TANK! My healing and defense skills are off the charts."
She demonstrated her ability to promptly heal minor wounds using water magic. "As long as there is water nearby, I keep healing. And water is everywhere in the environnt."
For the first ti, Lucian tried to sync up with Octavia. The feeling was very different from what his other warriors felt.
Not as cold as Glacielle or as hot as Marshal. This felt like being in a warm ocean current that was flowing, changing, and calming.
His stats went up when he focused on defense. Defense went up by thirty-five points, HP regeneration went up by fifty percent, and vitality went up by forty points.
He was able to control water magic as well, and it’s going to be a useful strategy for him to use, especially in battles where manipulating the environnt can provide a significant advantage.
Octavia spoke in a suggestive tone, "Ara ara, you feel very nice inside , Master."
Everyone stopped and looked at her with confused expressions.
"I an the synchronized with through the bond connection!" She laughed at how they reacted.
"Fufufu, you are all so easy to tease."
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