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SYSTEM Update:
[X] Custom - E.G.F.D.
BGM Load: "Lust SIN", Daisuke Ishiwatari
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CAUTION!
"There is nothing shameful about losing. To my experience, loss teaches people to be kinder, and at the worst, it twists their hearts blacker than poison. But if there is something I can call a SIN, is to those who don't understand what it means to lose. A loved one. An ideal. A cause. Themselves. Those people I can't forgive, definitely, absolutely, and that's why I'll have you taste it: OUR bitter resentment, the blazing anger of those who have LOST!"
And with those fateful words declared, she unfurls her great wings to their full awesome breadth, igniting a storm of power into a jade-hued inferno. The blast nearly throws you off your feet and its light is blinding, forcing you to squint at its magnificence. An eerie feeling wells up in your guts of danger and doom imminent. Aye, there is an undoubted pull in the very fiber of your being, as if that inferno was drawing you in like a vacuum.
The green blaze is condensing into a sphere, gravitating off the invisible plane and rising into the air. It is delusional to call this a miniature sun at all: the heat, the intensity, and it was alive. A deep reverberating pulse ripples across its surface, now beginning to rotate and exert a very real gravity of its own; this beat, this sound... Could it be a heartbeat?
Damn, how you wish you had more time to consider the enormity of your situation, but now was not the time for philosophy. That sun was getting smaller and smaller, and you had little doubts it would spell your doom. You assume, naturally, that like all previous spell cards you need to find some way to crack open that "egg" with enough force to break Mima's trance. The approach will not be easy; from a distance you can already feel the air coming to a suffocating simmer, your skin flushing and perspiring profusely.
Of course, knowing the Charming Demon, she must have had more than just that natural law in mind to deter your efforts, and sure enough, your dreadful thought comes true. Bursting out from twin solar prominences, two streaks of light appear, red and blue, pausing for a moment unnaturally to correct their course before accelerating rapidly in your direction, true as any arrow. The time for thinking was over.
Breaking into a run, you decide the wiser to put some distance between yourself and the sun. The streaks give chase, outpacing with you ease, not that you mind terribly much, for the demon within you has awakened, sensing the decisive moment has come at last. With a mane pure white as snow, he directs you, granting you his eyes, ears, nose, fangs, and claws unseen: a sixth sense, unbounded, empowers your body.
Abruptly, you dive forwards into a tumble, bouncing off a handspring into a cartwheel, not stopping as a shower of danmaku bursts upon you. The bullets of red and blue whizz by with a waspish noise, fast but still obeying the rules of the duel. Many come within reach of you, passing between the gaps of dead air and coming within the breadth of a kiss, slicing fresh gashes into your clothes. The heat against your skin, though, only makes your silver soul burn brighter!
Stronger. Faster. Better.
"Come 'ere, Izanagi!" you shout, pouncing upwards into a reverse somersault, tucking into a ball to increase your velocity.
Your other half responds to your summons, but not in a full manifestation, merely providing that which you seek: a comb.
"Old Lady Hakurei used to say, 'A Woman's Anger is in Her comb', no surprise it's full of thorns!"
The theatrics might have been overdoing it, but the streaks were thankfully too slow to react, as a good throw places the the lacquered implement right betwixt them. In an instant, a great growth of spikes bursts out in both direction, growing swiftly into full bamboo spears that score direct hits onto your attackers, dashing them into the ground in an overwhelming mass. Elation fills you at the sight of the small victory, but it is short lived.
The white demon warns you in just the knick of time: danger, get down! The bamboo suddenly explodes showering the air with deadly shrapnel as a shockwave passes overhead. When the dust has settled, you look up, coughing a bit at the irritants clinging to the air, to see the true identities of your attackers revealed at last. There are two, not one, but two new Mima's you have not seen before.
Red haired and red eyed, and blue haired and blue eyed: you are reminded of legends depicting the red and blue oni. Clearly, they must have been lesser doppelgangers of herself, sporting only a pair of wings compared to her three pairs. The Red Mima grins at you, a fiery inner light gleams in her eyes, as the Blue Mima gazes on stoically, though you cannot help but feel an undercurrent of disdain radiating out from her stern eyes.
"You're just full o' pocket-sized wisdom, aren't ya, kiddo?" the red begins in a decidedly thuggish drawl, levitating off the ground with a flap of her wings, also the same color as she.
"However, wisdom without power is impotence, just as armor exists to mask the frail body," the blue intones coldly, brandishing her crescent head staff like a spear.
"And that's why..."
"...all life lusts for want of power."
"It's only natural, yeah, to want..."
"...that which is unattainable..."
"...forbidden..."
"...genuine..."
"...to snatch it all with my own two hands..."
"...to Lust is not a SIN."
And just what the hell were you supposed to say back to that? Now, was hardly the time for philosophy, still you make a note Mima-han may just be rather preoccupied with the concept of "Sin". As for your next move:
"Oh, Mima-han, I might just be hung as a horse for you, but isn't three on one a bit much? Like reverse gang-"
A bright blue beam thin as a finger nearly burns a hole, likely through, your forehead had it not been for the white demon's instinct, powering your arms up in time to guard the strike. Light flashes, the irritating stench of smoke invades your nostrils, and just as suddenly you find yourself having skid back several yards from where you were. The perpetrator is none other than Blue, holding up no more than a finger as if it to poke you, while Red holds back her guffaws...
"Save the XXX-XXX games until after you are twenty, boy."
"S'okay, s'okay~, pft-pfftt-tee hee hee; it's the fighting spirit that's critical, ya hear?" ...and fails to do so, "Ah ha ha ha ha! C'mon, me, let's go get 'em! Fresh Meat~!"
"Cover me."
The movement is too quick to follow, your vision doubles as a shocking impact rocks your skull, an unbelievable spike of pain blossoming upon your cheek. Sweat and saliva fly; it was a palm, not a fist, the sharp slap of flesh on flesh is like a thunderclap exploding in your skull. You stumble back in a daze and a precious groggy dance of footwork, blood rushing to your head. Even so, you cannot help but bemoan that this blow does not leave a bruise, never mind you are about to fall flat on your backside; punked by a woman no less.
There, a glimpse of red in the corner of your flickering vision, "So sorry, we lied~!"
"Aiming and sniping the target."
Quick: do a barrel roll, you fool! so echoes a disembodied voice, masculine and gravelly.
You do not quite "barrel roll" as much as you do manage a pretty good imitation of a fish out of water flopping about on dry land. Still, it gets you out of harm's way for your ears perceive a piercing shriek whistle by above you, the heat caressing at your hair.
"Wha-?"
Go for the ankles! The ankles! Bite her if you have to!
You comply swinging out wildly with Lake Touya, to and fro, though you have to question your illusionary(?) coach's sense of honor.
WHACK.
Oh, wow, that actually worked?
"AGH!" the sound of that body hitting the ground with a thud of cloth is quite satisfying, actually, "My ankle! Ooooo, you ankle biting sonuvabitch!"