[X] Attend Apocalypse Damnos XLI as a participant.

(4:42:10 AM) Bii: roll 1d100 C
(4:42:10 AM) qqbot: Bii rolled 1d100: 5 = [5]
(4:42:19 AM) Bii: roll 1d100 E
(4:42:19 AM) qqbot: Bii rolled 1d100: 48 = [48]

(4:44:35 AM) Bii: roll 1d100 Fighto! C
(4:44:40 AM) qqbot: Bii rolled 1d100: 95 = [95]
(4:44:51 AM) Bii: roll 1d100 Fighto! E
(4:44:52 AM) qqbot: Bii rolled 1d100: 94 = [94]

Despite your bravodo, standing in the arena as the audience cheered you... you spotted your sisters amongst them and dedicated a small part of your mind on keeping track on them.

You had watched the fights before yours. You had been impressed by how those before you had fought, making use of techniques that blended with their weaponry, even if most of them weren't actually people, they still found intelligently... for the most part.

You weren't so sure about how some of the weapons even worked... but in the end, it didn't matter what they were made of if they could still shoot or cut or whatever it was that they did, right?

"And in this corner, we have a new challenger! Lady Ciara of the ChiChi Freelancers. Her weight class is [Heavy Cruiser]. Let's give her a hand as a first timer on Port Royale and taking part in Apocalypse Damnos."

The cheering goes louder if possible.

How could you not preen? It was impossible, impossible to not preen at the loud cheers. Which was why you were caught by surprise when the other entrance opened and your opponent stepped out.

Your first impression. It was [WRONG!], there was the presence of [Not Right!] surrounding that thing. It towered over you, its proportions giving the impressions of it being all arms and legs with a head larger than its body. Delicate fins rose from its back.

The sword it held in its hand twisted the fabric of space-time in minute ways...

This... this... THING... it screamed at you as if it was the worse of enemies. This was something you HUNTED and KILLED, your instincts demanded it!

Given your focus on it, the fact that you missed most of what the announcer said was understandable... at least beyond it's name of Vault Blade?

Given the amount of attention you paid to it... you could see it pause before it started to charge at you as its shoulder mounted weapon pulsed out metal shards that spun and sliced the air between the two of you.

If... if you weren't... well, you... you might have been sliced into small itty bitty pieces. As it was you were forced to generate energy shields to protect yourself even as you twisted gravity and fell sideways away from the storm of metal shards.

And that was how things went as you shielded yourself and darted here and there to avoid being caught in close combat. Around the two of you, the environment started to take a beating once your miniature broadside particle cannons were deployed and were used to take pot shots at it.

It was definitely frustrating for you... but you would rather not be hit by either the metal shards or the rather large sword (in comparison to your smaller body)... and so, you kept dodging and firing your particle beams.

Also, you were doing a strong battlecry! A fierce one! The fiercest ever... you weren't screaming in panic as you flew about with particle beams everywhere.

...

...

Honest.

Still, the Vault Blade eventually fell... when your particle beams did sufficient damage to its limbs. You just needed to finish it off.

"And the winner!"

Okay... or not, no need to kill it when it was just doing its job as a leashed little dog of the arena... right? It's not like you weren't sure it was safe to destroy it at this close a range.

On the other hand, there is the suspicion that you might have wished that you had lost and been blown up when you see the smiles on your sisters' faces. They had been recording you... hadn't they?

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