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-- That was quite the spectacle, as if a cunning retiarius, a hero of the brutal arenas of the ancient East, had ensnared and bound the movements of a heavyweight murmillo fighter. Fortunately, the capital's physicians are skilled, and Mordred only grew more fervent from the pain inflicted by the arrows. Having answered thus, Ambrose steps out for the next bout. And a voice, familiar since his coming of age, when his grandfather, on the occasion of his entry into adulthood, implanted a magatama in his ear — one of the many treasures of his lineage — once again disturbs the knight's mind with an otherworldly tone, audible only to him. Ambrose had always chalked up this foreign presence to his own excessive sensitivity — the very same he had recently waxed eloquent about before Deus — but at times, like now, this voice screamed so loudly that it was a wonder no one else heard it. "What a disgrace! Lost to a girl. A big strapping lad, twice as strong. I've never suffered defeat at a woman's hands in my life... Now atone for your mistake, maim this sneaky-faced one. Better yet, cut off his head and put it on a pike. In the desert custom." "That shall not come to pass today," Ambrose replied mentally, but arguing with the fierce spirit was, as always, of little use. "Weakling. Worthy men have killed for less. I don't like him. Neither do you. You want to win. So do I, for I was not granted that in my time. Listen to me and obey. Use the deadly strike. The Deadly Strike! THE DEADLY STRIKE!!!" And Ambrose uses it, the fury of the ancients fills him, the cruelty of the unknown spirit guides his hand — the tip of "Dominus" drives straight for the opponent's neck, piercing and rending metal, cloth, skin, and flesh. Pleasant gurgling sounds. Ambrose did not hold back his horse from trampling the fallen foe with its hooves. "Well, that's just splendid. I am pleased." — the evil spirit fell silent for a time. -- I am no stranger to unbridled violence either, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
Man, there's some serious mental issues here. Based on the questline, it all seemed softer
No issues at all, you just had to participate in the obelisks...
Was there really a rule that the Skinner had to be given an auto-win? Then the unresolved question about the possibility of dismounting before the start arises again — such a game mechanic could not have been foreseen...
In response, the lady-in-waiting approvingly clenches and lightly shakes her little fist, as if to say "go for it!".
Alsira allows her head an unforgivable moment of rest, and for an extra fraction of a micronanosecond closes her eyelids, thinking how wonderful it would probably be to lie like that on the lap of a dear grandmother or a beloved mother, but such fortune must still be earned in life, and she must have seriously wronged the universe in the previous cycle.
Then she smoothly moves from her knees to the couch, from the couch steps onto the floor, from there to the familiar little mirror to tidy her appearance, and only then to the lord of the library.
Alsira catches the librarian at the end of a conversation with a knight of milk chocolate, who expressed regret that he had not taken part in the contest of elegance.
- I am a foreigner and my manners may differ from those customary in these halls, and therefore I wished to protect the reputation of Her Magnificence from possible tarnishing.
— A lingering evening is enriched by people of the most varied cultural wrappings, yet each honors the liege with their own personal merit. — Alsira nodded politely to both parties. — I beg forgiveness for the rude intrusion of this conversation with an inappropriate comment, my lord, my lady.
funny enough, I forgot to specify during the discussion stage that the attacking part of my ability is delivered via a weapon/hand strike, so in Stefania's description it looks like my character dances so poorly that the enemy mentally burns out from cringe though maybe it's even better this way in the end
funny by the way that I forgot at the discussion stage to specify that the attacking part of my ability is delivered by a weapon/hand strike, so in Stefania's description it looks as if my character dances so poorly that the enemy mentally burns out from cringe though maybe it's even better this way in the end
Honestly, I didn't plan such an effect, but I like it even more this way.
A beautiful woman, but she can't dance...
And Pure Stefania with Axel, upon seeing Alsira's cringe dances, are like: "Auntie, you better stop that. We've seen worse Spanish shame."
Having recovered from a heavy defeat, milord Zedil pondered how he would have voted in the aesthetics contest if he weren't an NPC the thought of drawing the Lady's attention to himself didn't repel him.
Milord Axel Von Himmel, Knight of the Gloomy Sky from Albus, servant of Deus Mariarnelia, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
"Beautiful, too bad he's a man. 4."
Milady Chonchonliya Quinteya, Knight of Milk Chocolate from Kabochi, servant of Lord Grimban Odolerus, adherent of Cerez's Spirit.
"The earrings make them even more beautiful, 5."
Milady Rezara Sanjore, Knight of the Crimson Blade from Sellaur, servant of Afortek Transend, adherent of Velchmetra's Shine.
"Hard to see, 2."
Milady Alsira Vecchi d'Arcréde, Knight of the Moon Shadow from Forun, servant of Ciel Pinkoflight.
"Such a loss, 1."
Milady Emilia Lane, Knight of Justice from Matricaria, servant of Lord Gitgood Flaverescens, adherent of Velchmetra's Shine, student of Amalia Drake.
"And where's the second one? 2."
Milord Lester Vargas, Knight of Dawn Steel from Kanamia, servant of Deus Mariarnelia.
"And it's not even a woman, 1."
Milady Nelia Vesta, Knight of Joy from Heroes' Village, servant of Lord Galmeus Draxlaüs, adherent of Satanid's Morality.
"It's just like a solar eclipse, 1."
Milady Alaria Doran, Knight of Catharsis from Lamento, servant of Lord Kaleido Cartridge.
"How can this be, how unjust this world is, 1."
Milady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind from Nevikata, servant of Lord Adalard Grimm, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
"We were one step away from greatness... One step! 1."
Milord Avesom de Superior, Knight of Virtuosity from Nebula, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Cerez's Spirit."
"1"
Milady Anastasia Frezemist, Knight of Cold from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Silian Principles.
"Lovely, 5."
Milady Ninahisami Amanatenka, Knight of Truth from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Coimajism.
"Makes you want to take a bite, 5."
Milord Arnold de Arriet, Knight of Sincerity from Densec, servant of Lord Maria-Tenerezza Logg, adherent of ???
"I wish I had ones like those, 4."
Milady Anella Blood, Knight of Wisdom from Osha, servant of Lord Diramis Sutrtmoln, adherent of ???
"Missed potential, 2."
Milady Darkrushsh, Knight of Destructive Might from Luna, servant of Druugdrdrag, adherent of Cerez's Spirit.
I decided to stay in stealth until I catch up with milady. Otherwise, my chances are literally zero. And I'll spare the animal.
If she uses a preventive, I'll use a cautious one. If not, then not.
@Нэйко let's not use it, after all, we'd still like to save some AP for the rest of the tourney.
Overall, I wanted to say nothing and immediately use a preventive, but given your cautious attack, the point is lost. And since there are other candidates for preventive here, I agree to a collusion with AP savings. All that's left is to pray I don't get knocked out at the start. But I'll still take a position not somewhere in the middle, but so that in case something happens, I can fly away and shoot from a distance.
Having recovered from a heavy defeat, my lord Zedil pondered how he would have voted in the aesthetics contest if he weren't an NPC the thought of drawing the Lady's attention to himself didn't repel him.
My lord Axel von Himmel, Knight of the Gloomy Sky from Albus, servant of Deus Mariarnelia, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
"Beautiful, a pity they're male. 4."
My lady Chonchonlia Quintea, Knight of Milk Chocolate from Kabochi, servant of Lord Grimban Odolerus, adherent of Cere's Spirit.
"The earrings make them even more beautiful, 5".
My lady Rezara Sanjore, Knight of the Scarlet Blade from Sellaur, servant of Afortek Transend, adherent of Velchmetra's Radiance.
"Hard to see, 2".
My lady Alsira Vecchi d'Arcréde, Knight of the Moon Shadow from Forun, servant of Ciel Pinkoflight.
"Such a loss, 1".
My lady Emilia Lane, Knight of Justice from Matricaria, servant of Lord Gitgood Flaverescens, adherent of Velchmetra's Radiance, student of Amalia Drake.
"And where's the second one? 2".
My lord Lester Vargas, Knight of Dawn Steel from Kanamia, servant of Deus Mariarnelia.
"And not even a woman, 1".
My lady Nelia Vesta, Knight of Joy from Heroes' Village, servant of Lord Galmeus Draxlaüs, adherent of Satanid's Morality.
"Just like a solar eclipse, 1".
My lady Alaria Doran, Knight of Catharsis from Lamento, servant of Lord Kaleido Cartridge.
"How can this be, how unfair this world is, 1".
My lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind from Nevikata, servant of Lord Adalard Grimm, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
"We were one step away from greatness... One step! 1"
My lord Avesom de Superior, Knight of Virtuosity from Nebula, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Cere's Spirit."
"1"
My lady Anastasia Frezemist, Knight of Cold from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Silian Principles.
"Lovely, 5".
My lady Ninahisami Amanatenka, Knight of Truth from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarden, adherent of Coimagism.
"Makes you want to take a bite, 5".
My lord Arnold de Arriet, Knight of Sincerity from Densec, servant of Lord Maria-Tenerezza Logg, adherent of ???
"I wish I had ones like those, 4".
My lady Anella Blood, Knight of Wisdom from Oshi, servant of Lord Diramis Sutrtmoln, adherent of ???
"Missed potential, 2"
My lady Darkrushsh, Knight of Destructive Might from Lunia, servant of Druugdrdrag, adherent of Cere's Spirit.
"What is this warmth I feel... 5"
I wonder what this maniac would have said if Stefania had come out with that hairstyle
-- By one I mean that the image only brings me melancholy, lost like a grain of sand among many others, but also that it may be utterly displeasing to me — that I will note separately in the comments. By two — that there are individual moments that may please the eye, but I shall not remember that face by tomorrow's day. By three — that the appearance of this participant is in all ways proper and noble. Four means that the participant's appearance evokes sincere admiration in my heart. And with the sacred number five I am prepared to honor but a single noble lady. Gloomy Sky: 2 -- This is no place for a man in these contests, but age was merciful to Lord Axel's face, and the scars upon it serve as known testimony to a worthy soul Milk Chocolate: 3 -- Impeccable and modest in all things, yet with dignity and some hidden mystery — many ladies could take this as a model Scarlet Blade: 1 Absurd attire, coldness in the gaze, and the prose of conversation — this cannot stir a man's heart Justice: 1 What I said a line above holds true here, and her detached demeanor suggests that this contest is itself quite alien to the lady Dawn Steel: 3 Though his belly — that evidence of gluttony — mars a good fellow, you shall find no brighter smile among the knights Joy: 1 She looks overly plain, but joy should be just so. Alas, I observe no elegance here Catharsis: 4 I cannot hide my admiration for her figure — slender and tall as a cypress, and nature was not stingy with the elegance of feminine curves either. Among the enamels I also find vermilion and black nobler than all the rest. And she carries herself worthily among people, sometimes concealing sharp words, as a rose conceals a sharp thorn among lush leaves and beautiful flowers Wind: 4 Here is a quite different charm — there, a daughter of the earth, where visible beauties are mingled with sharp wit and a fiery soul; here, a creature of the air, passing by us like a young breeze, untainted, yet lighting the way for others, like heavenly light on a fine and pleasant sunny day. Virtuosity: 1 This is a man. I have nothing more to say. Cold: 1 An ominous gaze and ornate attire — such things appeal only to fetishists... Truth: 1 I look, but my gaze passes through, and I can find no delight here... Sincerity: 1 This is a sugary man, displeasing to me; the arrogance of his gaze is backed by neither courage nor strength, as if he were saying: "Pray, sir, be so kind as to strike me across the face with your gauntlet" Wisdom: 4 Oh enchantress! Not without reason is Wisdom held by us but slightly lower among the goddesses than Faithfulness and Love. An open attire without vulgarity, elegance of features, and a cunning gaze, all together with the wisdom of her speech, is nearly worthy of the highest place here — but only nearly... Destructive Power: 2 I shall note her self-assurance, but overall the style seems quite alien to me... Moon Shadow: 5 Many worthy maids and ladies have I had occasion to see My eye is sensitive to visible beauty But too rarely has my mind been captivated And my heart remained in silence
But here I see a lady who is close to the crown of elegance All here is beautiful and pleasing to the soul Down to the mystery of her scarlet eyes, which promise Both ruin and delight at all times
The stream of her refined speech is ready to outshine All other flowers of today's diversions If only I could be so eloquent! I would surely prove that I am right Awarding victory to Alcyre d'Arcrede
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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