Infinite Insanity
Tressa's Tale-Fight Fire with Money
Author Notes: Honestly, I got no complaints for this one.
Sen: This is how it should've gone.
Mako: Imagine if this is what you could do to both make use of your backup characters and make the battles easier?
Sen: Man...we should get on that! Mako get on that!
Mako: I'm a writer, not a game developer dammit!
Sen: I believe in you~
Mako: T_T I'm not a miracle worker, nor do we own Octopath Traveler.
3rd P.O.V
"Let's take her out boys!" Immediately Primrose, Alfyn and H'annit came to Tressa's side as Omar rushed at them with his minions. "You're going down!" She wasn't going to let him or Mr. Morlocke get away with this.
With her spear in hand she lunged forward, gritting her teeth when she found one of the hired soldiers block her strike. "Bahahaha-you see girl!? Money can buy anyone and everyone!" If that was the case, than it was time to put her own skills to use.
Well...hers and Primrose's that is. "Hey Prim-are those guys that have been stalking you still hanging around?" The seductive dancer smirked her way while gracefully dodging a sword being slashed at her arm.
"Quite. They're in the background, making bets with Therion it seems like." That was perfect. Bringing her fingers to her lips, Tressa whistles, catching their attention. "Hey guys! I need your help, I'll pay you and help you get a date with my sister Prim here if you do!" The woman in question raised an eyebrow.
Ignoring the sister comment(and the warmth that spread within her heart) she found herself crossing her arms, even while kicking her opponent in the face with her heeled shoe. "I don't recall agreeing to anything of the sort!" It didn't matter what Primrose thought or wanted.
Because Tressa got the exact results she desired. Grinning the moment the love-struck fools raced forward with knives and swords. "For Lady Primrose!" The various men released long drawn out battle cries while they took to the front lines.
Their moral high with the promise of money and the chance to go on-what they could only hope for is a steamy date. "This isn't gonna be ending well." Alfyn sighed while jerking his head to the left, avoiding a strike of a spear just so he could knock the guy out cold with the butt of his ax.
"Indeeth. Primrose shalln't not forget Tressa's transgressions." Her strategy, though gave them the opportunity they needed to push the enemy back had a cost. A hefty one. And not just the dancing warrior's wrath...but a huge financial cost.
Thanks to Ali stealing all of her business earlier-her funds were though decent, lower than she would've liked. Especially with this plan on paying off all of Primrose's unwanted suitors. "I gotcha kid." But hope and good fortune showered down on them. "He-hey! That's my money!"
Quite literally as Therion threw the leaves Morlocke had lying around the room towards the hired men. Olberic, Ophelia and Cyrus immediately began to copy the thief's actions. Their efforts revitalized the hired allies Tressa manipulated, making their attacks hit much harder. Their defense much stronger.
"Stop that!" The moment Therion cleaned the room of currency he sped through the halls, his intuition and desire for more spurred him into the next room. He repeated the process again and again while also filling his own pockets.
The greedy man was forced to watch in horror as all of his riches were swiped right in front of him. With a sharp sword, staff alit with various elemental magics circling it and two daggers pointed in his direction, Mr. Morlocke found himself quickly change from prince to pauper all before the hour's end.
"Take this!" With his strongest and highest paid mercenary forced to his knees in defeat. "D-dammit!" Tressa stood triumphant, smiling in glee, even when she felt sharp, scorn filled eyes staring at her back.
The end
Author Notes: And that was the last we ever saw of Tressa...
Sen: It was nice knowing her *places flower on slab of stone*
Mako: You may need more flowers.
Sen: Why? I only got this one from Ali who gave me a discount.
Mako: *points to heaps of bodies* We need to bury these poor bastards.
Sen: Ahhh...wait no I don't! Those are Primrose's stalkers. I'mma go poke them with a stick.
Mako: Well...that happened. Anyhoo. Thanks for reading. Uh if you like please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean so much to us to see you enjoy our stories. We'll see you all later, tchao for now.