Damara fired the white wand at an oncoming imp, the blast focused like a blade through the chest. 5 more imps emerged from the corpse, and Damara knew that Rufioh's prototyping had taken effect. But for her, it was a blessing in disguise; it would only help her become stronger. She punched one imp in the face and shoved it into the other 4. She then leaped into the air and landed in the pile, feet first. One of the imps struggled to raise its hand, but Damra grabbed it and bent back the wrist so far that the bone was broken. Yes, imps have bones. Another imp lower on the pile reached for the wind-up key in its back and twisted it, sending itself back into the past a few minutes before the fight began. It soon reappeared, with several more imps, basilisks, and an ogre in tow, all armed with plasma pistols. Damara, who had made short work of the remaining imps in the pile, delivered a kick straight into the chin of the ogre with her spiked ruby red heel she had alchemized earlier after scrounging Mituna's Data Freezer. The bladed shoe cut through the skin of the ogre's chin, and the creature began to bleed heavily. Damara delivered a punch to one of the imp's stomachs, causing it to drop its plasma pistol. She then shot it at point blank-range at the same imp, killing it. She took the grist and jumped to a different floating platform then the one she was on now. She fired a charged-up shot at the imps and ogre on the other platform, with a few more weaker blasts in rapid sucession. Some of the imps died, while a few more flew across the gap, trying to avoid getting shot down. The basilisks carried the ogre across with them to the next platform. Ogres, if you remember, are too big to fly on silly little capes. A single blast from the white wand was shot into one of the basilisks and redirected to flow into the others. Only the bleeding ogre was left. It tried to slam its fists into Damara, but she simply dodged the blow and punched the ogre in the face. The blow was enough to send him tumbling off the edge of the platform. Damara gathered the grist.
GOOD. IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO GAIN WEAPONS OF YOUR OWN, RATHER THAN BORROWING THE ONES OF OTHERS. RETURN TO YOUR HIVE AND MAKE WHAT YOU WISH.
Damara did so and made the Blade of Bitterness, a katana with a rusted tip while the rest of the weapon was polished and sharp. The rusted tip was meant to poison the blood of the enemy, as a few shavings could easily slip into a wound. The non-rusted tip of the sword had serrated edges made of diamond.
NOW, RETURN THE WAND TO THE TIME IN WHICH IT BELONGS. THIS WILL BE YOUR FIRST CHRONOLOGICAL ASSIGNMENT. SEND IT FIRST TO YOURSELF IN THE PAST, THEN RETURN TO NOW. THEN SEND IT TO THE FUTURE, TO PROSPIT.
"(How will I do this?)" Damara asked. To answer her question, a voodoo doll that looked like a troll (not Die's) with slightly curved orange horns appeared in her hand, with 12 pins in different colors stuck into the doll, representing each troll.
TAKE YOURS. AND PUT IT INTO YOURSELF.
Damara took out the dark red pin and took a deep breath. She made a small cut on her finger and watched as the blood splashed onto the platform with a clock face on its surface.
STAB YOURSELF WITH IT!
Damara took the pin and did as instructed, gasping in pain. She felt herself getting dizzy. She thought it was from the blood loss, but as her world blurred she realized she was travelling in time. Wishing to obey Lord English (lime text guy), she willed herself to the past, a few minutes before she went into the Medium with Rufioh.
She found herself in her hive, just as she wanted to be. Taking time to savor home, if only for a moment, she took out some bandages from a cabinet and wrapped one around her finger. She placed the wand in front of her recuperacoon, where she had found it originally, and where Lord English had first told her to take it. The time loop was complete. Or so she thought.
RETURN TO THE PRESENT.
Damara did so, noticing that the pain got more intense this time, and the blood spilled a little more as she traveled into the future from the persepctive she was at now. The blood itself existed nowhere, neither in the past nor in the future. Rather, it vanished into a temporal void, where there was no time at all. Wonder where that could be, hmm? A place where time is all weird?
When Damara arrived in the present, she found that another wand just like the one she had before was in her hive. Lying next to it was a green voodoo doll of a species Damara didn't recognize.
SEND IT TO THE FUTURE. YOUR FUTURE, NOT MINE. IT IS ALREADY IN MINE.
Damara stabbed herself again, the pain even more intense this time. She willed herself to Prospit in the future, in another universe, using the green voodoo doll's dark red pin. She found herself in Prospit, where a green reptilian figure was looking at the sky. Damara quietly placed the white wand on the floor and stabbed herself once more, this time keeping her mouth shut to hide her presence.
"hmm? now who was that? ?:U"
Damara sent herself back into the present, and back into her own world.
YOU TRAVEL THROUGH TIME WELL, WITCH. WELL DONE. YOU HAVE SAVED ME THE INCONVENIENCE OF REVEALING MYSELF THROUGH TIME SHENANIGANS.
"(Is the bleeding necessary?)" Damara asked.
FOR NOW. YOUR NEXT REWARD WILL BE TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME WITHOUT PAIN. BUT FIRST YOU MUST KNOW...DISCIPLINE, AND YOU WILL LEARN IT THROUGH PAIN. WHEN YOU LEARN DISCIPLINE, I WILL TRUST YOU ENOUGH TO ALLOW YOU TO TRAVEL FREELY. BUT BE WARNED: I CAN TAKE THE PAIN AWAY, BUT I CAN ALSO GIVE IT BACK.
"(I understand, Master,)" Damara replied, the words tasting bitter on her mouth.