>>473 Oh you perspicatious anon, you.
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[X] Psychotic mode. Calculate every possibility, then execute the one with the largest winning chance.
She is serious. You can almost feel her determination. You can almost feel her intentions, her counsels. You can almost sense the tension of her muscles, strained strongly, ready to make a lightning-fast movement.
No.
It's not 'almost'. You CAN feel them. You CAN see them. You CAN sense them. Everything is clear. There is nothing that can stop you now.
Black cloud fills your mind, bringing a concept of every possible outcome of this situation.
Fast kick from the left, failed. Broken arm, crushed ribs, loss of consciouness.
Frontal charge, failed. Pierced stomach, intestines ripped apart, death by bloodloss.
Your brain is doing it's best, calculating tens of concepts in mere seconds.
Circling around, attack from behind, failed.
Swift punch to abdomen, failed.
Chopping hit to cervix, failed.
Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed!
There is no way of getting a clean hit on her! This girl, this oni, this monster. This monster is unbeatable. There is no chance to win, only option is to escape.
Escape, failed. Whole body crushed to pulp by a boulder.
Impossible.
This is impossible. Impossible. Incapable of having existence or of occurring. Not capable of being accomplished. Absurd. Unreasonable. Impossible.
But...
There is one more choice...
There is a chance...
/You can do it./
It will be painful.
/You can do it./
You will most probably die.
/You can do it./
There is no chance of getting a clean hit.
/You can do it./
But...
/Do it./
Sliding between her legs.
/Do it./
Propelling yourself with your arms.
/Do it./
Dropkick to the back of her neck.
/Do it./
That voice.
/DO IT/
Commanding.
/DO IT/
Telling you to rush, attack, kill and be killed.
/DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOITDOITDOITDOITDOITDOITDOIT...!/
There is only one chance.
The distance between you and her is roughly 3 meters. You can cover that in two steps. Three steps if you want to make sure to slide perfectly between her legs. Her reaction time is superior to yours. But, such a reckless move. She shouldn't be able to predict what you're about to do.
Well then.
Let's go.
Doing a feint backstep, you launch yourself forward.
One. Now or never.
Two. This is the time.
Three.
Slide.
Perfect. Just as planned.
Not even taking a second to recover, you roll 180 degrees and place your hands on the ground. This spot is dry, there is no possibility of slipping. Propelling yourself upwards, you kick the back of suprised Suka's neck.
Loud crack.
After all, despite all that power, despite all that magical force, her body is as resistant to damage as a child's body.
She falls on the floor, face down, while you land in the water, already on your feet, ready to avid any counterattacks.
But there are none.
She lies there, not moving.
Naked, violated, unmoving. With her neck broken, she reminds you of a broken rose.
Such a poetic sight.
A beautiful kill.
A true masterpiece of assassination.
Crimson stains on the floor only add to it's beauty.
Red stains of blood.
Red.
Blood?
Why is there blood?
All you did was break her neck, so why is there blood?
Why is there blood?
Looking down reveals a terrible truth.
"You're fast, human."
There is a hand sticking out of your chest, painted in vermillion.
So, that was our blood on the floor.
Your blood on this hand.
This hand, with little fingers.
Impossible.
So it was impossible after all.
"But you overlooked something."
You don't feel any pain. Just overwhelming shame for forgetting one of the most dangerous abilites of your enemy.
"You know, the good thing in being me... Is that... There are so many me's."
That little hand makes a rapid move, ripping your body apart.
And then there was blackness.
BAD END
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>>477 I'll make sure to make it happen.