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[Chat]: oh my god red horned three times faster
[Chat]: where did the horns come from
[Explaining]: can you not see the ahoge? that is the horn.
[Chat]: THREE TIMES FASTER
[Chat]: author, weapon replica merch, when?
[Also_Chat]: not the two-meter sword scaled down to fifty centimeters, right?
[Childhood_Trauma]: my childhood memories are under attack
[Noticing]: DUAL-WIELDING GRANDMA
[Counter]: by age she could be called Grandma but you are not allowed to call my wife that
[Recognizing_You]: weren't you the one calling Artoria your wife yesterday?
[Yes]: they are all mine
The scene had not paused for the chat's processing time. Nero, standing on the flood's surface with her skirt gone and her arm coverings shredded, caught Drake's intent in the precise moment Drake's hands moved.
No retreat — Drake raised both short pistols and fired.
The smell of gunpowder was immediate. Nero tilted her head, angled the sword hilt, caught both bullets on metal and deflected them. Golden hair scattered in the motion. Her raised sword came down toward Drake's chest.
Generously proportioned individual versus generously proportioned individual. The chat noted this was not a common matchup configuration.
"How is that possible?!"
"Because I am the woman who makes the impossible possible."
Drake's pistols — short, old, outwardly unimpressive — had taken the direct contact of Nero's Primordial Flame without damage. Nero had not accounted for this. The moment of genuine surprise was the opening Drake needed.
Side kick to the abdomen.
Nero became airborne for the second time. The pre-set hard turn brought the cannons back on target. The volley followed her arc.
Nero hit the water hard, tumbled, stood — and this time, blood ran freely down both arms, the cut from before reopened, skirt fully incinerated by the cannon fire. The battle damage was comprehensive.
[Chat]: BATTLE DAMAGE AGAIN
[Chat]: GRANDMA DRAKE YOU LEGEND
[Drake_Stats]: Strength D, Endurance C, Agility B, Magic E rank. on paper this is a losing matchup.
[Nero_Stats]: Strength D, Endurance D, Agility A, Magic B. Luck A.
[Key_Variable]: Drake's Luck is EX. Stormy Voyage boosts all stats on ocean or her ship. Drake is on a ship on an ocean she created.
[Conclusion]: Drake's home turf advantage makes this 6:4 in Drake's favor actually.
[Watching_Nero]: she's not stopping. the fighting spirit in her eyes has not changed.
Nero set her feet on the water and prepared to charge again — and the silvery tentacles from the flood wrapped her ankles a second time, holding her for the half-second the cannons needed.
And then Nero smiled.
The Primordial Flame erupted from the blade. The incoming fire detonated in midair, shockwave scattering in every direction. The smoke cleared and Nero was untouched.
She looked across the water at the ship.
"Master — permission. I want to use my Noble—"
David on the deck had already opened his mouth to respond.
Then he looked past Nero to the castle battlements.
His mouth closed.
Drake stopped moving.
Nero stopped moving.
The chat, which had been chaotic with Drake commentary, went very quiet for approximately two seconds.
Then it became significantly louder.
On the castle walls: two figures running at full speed. Emiya Kiritsugu models. No equipment. Covered only by the game's environmental steam — which the flood had not entirely dispersed. Behind them, pouring through corridors and over battlements: black-robed figures, moving with purpose.
Many black-robed figures.
[Chat]: IS THAT MAVERICK
[Chat]: AND DAI
[Watching]: they are running for their lives on a castle with no weapons and apparently no clothes
[Also_Watching]: being chased by what I can only count as at least twenty Assassin Hassans
[From_Monkey_Stream]: I just came from Monkey's stream — Monkey summoned the Hundred Personas Hassan and has had his sniper scope on those two for five minutes. he cannot hit them.
[Chat]: MONKEY SUMMONED HUNDRED PERSONAS
[Explaining_Lore]: Hundred Personas Hassan's Noble Phantasm: Zabaniya — Delusional Illusion. splits himself into up to 88 clones based on his multiple personality disorder. different forms — male, female, old, young. total combat power unchanged, divided equally across all active clones. more clones means weaker individuals.
[Key_Detail]: as long as any clone survives, even if the main body is eliminated, a clone acquires main body functions and continues.
[Also_Key]: eliminated clones cannot be re-summoned.
[Current_Status]: Elizabeth is fighting approximately 40+ clones inside the castle. 5 clones are chasing Maverick and Dai on the battlements. each of those 5 has roughly 1/45th of Hundred Personas's total power.
[Maverick_Fan]: this is why Maverick and Dai are still alive. the clones chasing them are very weak individually.
[Counter]: they're still running full speed with no weapons and no clothes
[Fair]: yes
Elizabeth, as the castle's owner, had detected the Assassin infiltration the moment it crossed her threshold — Concealment of Presence suppressed by territory effects, every intruder weakened on entry. She'd intercepted the clone aiming for Dai's throat before it could complete the motion, twin spears faster, head cleanly removed.
Then forty more had appeared, and Elizabeth was occupied.
Inside the castle corridors, Maverick rounded a corner, yanked a flying knife out of the wall where it had embedded itself, and turned to face the five Hassans behind him.
"5x acceleration."
[Chat]: MAVERICK
[Chat]: MAVERICK WITH A THROWING KNIFE AND NOTHING ELSE
[Chat]: let's go