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=STAR WARS=
Salmon Blade
Chronicles
The battle was coming to a close…but a victor had not been decided.
The enemy wasn't going to break.
No amount of normal and abnormal torture had any effect.
Rather, it served to fuel the pride of Miss Masochist—
"MY NAME IS NIKUA REDSTOCK!"
…And the last ditch plan on the Republic side failed utterly.
"I-I was just kidding about that marriage proposal, Vi-Vivid! I-It's more of a psychological attack than a real one! S-see? That-that Assassin is already shaken to the core! J-just one more push and we'll get the information out of her! S-so please stop smashing my head against the cupboard already!"
"GAAAAAAOOOOOOOO~OOOOOOOOOOO~OOOOOOOOO!"
(Princess Vivid still hasn't learned English in the last 10 hours)
All options were gone…nothing could be done…
However…
"…Tch…Looks like…I really…really have to use that that…I…really…really don't want to…"
…,…,…,…,…
Salmo Saylor had another curse…rather a conflict going on in his body…
"Miss Masochist…I mean, Miss Nikua Redstock – so stop giving me a death wish through your eyes…Please prepare yourself for what I'm going to do…"
"…Show me your worst."
The Jedi Knight had something hiding up his sleeve…neither literally nor metaphorically…
Even when he threw his hand out directly over the Assassin bound by her own heavy bandages…nothing showed up from his sleeve to stab her in her large forehead or anything.
"…Princess Vivid…please look away and cover your ears…Sigh…,…
…,…,…,…M…E…R…L…I…N…,…Overlapping the Arcana Reality to this Plane…
Wake Up the Divine Drive…My Soul Name is – Benedictus-Alto-88…
…,…Healing Art, Parable 356: —「Alfheim」…"
"…,…,…,…,…,…WHAT!?"
"…,…,…,…,…,…PLOUR'QHUI!?"
…,…,…
—「Alfheim」
It was not a power-ability that flowed with the will of the Force, even though Salmo Saylar was a full-fledged Jedi Knight…
…Rather it relied on a completely different circuitry of energy manipulation, astrophysical cross-lengths, and interworld-natural-re-establishment…
…,…,…,…In other words – this was a power that only Salmo Saylar knew…a power that was born from his homeworld—
—Sorcery.
So…
…A plume of rushing scarlet pedals and black ribbons appeared under the Jedi's open hands, hovering above the Assassin.
…,…Somehow…it took the form of a smoky black arachnid.
They twisted and turn, whispers of black dust jittering like spider-legs all over, tapping together metallic noises to forge stream after stream of sparkling webs that were taken from the hairs of young starlings…
…,…And it all touched its thin fingers and legs across Nikua Redstock's paling thighs…
"…H-ha-ha…S-spiders…S-so what? I-I'm not afraid of some bugs…Th-there's no way I-I'll break from such a…Eh?…"
The threads made of the hair from youngling stars had rudely interrupted Nikua Redstock…
…Because they concentrated in regenerating her hundreds of wounds.
"…,…,…"
Open injuries. Closed injuries. Contusions. Internal bleeding. Broken Bones. Dislocated Joints – imagine whatever trauma a doctor could come up with for now.
Those threads fixed them, without fail, falter, or a demand in paycheck. It only weaved that Assassin's wounds…with the speed and finesse of s a sewing machine…but with the love of a clumsy mother who wants to mend her child's favorite toy before they wake up…
…,…Her wounds were fully healed – to the point where the ridiculous amount of bandages that locked her body just dissolved in shame, fear, whatever possible emotion imaginable…
Separatist Assassin, Nikua Redstock…was back to full health…with some magical bonuses (Speed +2, Strength +1, Charisma…+3?)
"…,…,…Ha…ha…ha-ha…KYAAA-HAA-HAA-HAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!—
—I REALLY DON'T KNOW IF A JEDI LIKE YOU WAS BORN AN IDIOT OR YOU'RE REALLY JUST AN IDIOT – BUT YOU LOSE—Gubyaaah! *Choke* *Cough* *Cough*…I…iron?"
No – Blood.
"…,…,…"
Blood exploded from the Assassin's mouth…
…,…,…,…,…
Rather…it wasn't her own Blood.
*PACH* - *PACH* - *PACH!*
Pockets of red liquid erupted all over Salmo Saylar's body.
Every drop of his Blood jumped and painted itself all over Nikua Redstock's face, hair, and clothes.
The Blood kept exploding like children's firecracker, turning her once semi-bleach-bright clothing into a deep, deep, deep shade of red that was well-soaked in the stains of a senseless battlefield…
…If a regular bystander were to see this they would believe all of that blood came from this Assassin Girl with stockings themed after a deadly black-widow…
…,…,…Or this was definitely going to be an Oscar-winning horror film…
"…,…,…,…,…,…,…"
Yet…ironically…every ounce of that spilt and regurgitated blood…belonged to that Jedi Knight who was supposed to 'properly interrogate' her…
Salmo Saylar fell to his knees…,…,…,…No, he wasn't proposing again…
"…,…,….,…,…,…,….,…,…,…,…,…,…,…V…vila…kemo?...Salmon?"
"…V…Vivid…I thought I told you—BUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"
Salmo Saylar vomited Blood over Nikua Redstock's Lap.
"…,….,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…"
"BLUUUUUUUGH! GRAAAAAAAAAAH! H-Huk—GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. B.l.o.o.d..
That waterfall of scarlet didn't stop…It couldn't stop.
After all the damage dealt…it was impossible to stop it with even a broken dam on its own.
"…,….,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…"