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Inside a realm of fog and mind.
Mystic Mist Mansion (2)
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Hidden inside a mansion filled with death (dread).
The Asura (murderer) seeks the Sohei (Evil Monk)
Will the past betray the present? Will truth beat lie?
Copen is not a fan of games or the dramatics, or really anything that doesn't have a hint of productivity to aid his straightforward goals. Something that the world just never agrees with.
From the unnecessary battle poses that foes take, to the strange gimmicks that are put into the terrains that one calls stages. It seems there's always some extra energy spend to make sure that no matter what happened, the situation would be worthy of being put into a comic book or action-movie. The slayer has tolerated these moments, if not abused them seeing how things get much easier once the enemy gets winded after using a 'special attack' or when they willingly give away information during a fight, never realizing that he's only giving back a response to try and destabilize their moods or to stretch their attention too thin.
Yet when one has to fight against a whole crowd of monsters that they've slain inside one's own child-hood home. Even he calls a limit on how much absurdity he can take in.
"This is ridiculous." He comments, while in the middle of rocket-kicking a large fridge to a pile of undead like they're bowling pins. Having earlier been thrown through a wall, into the kitchen and into the very same fridge courtesy of an explosion septima. He couldn't even determine who's it belongs to as the adepts were now nothing more than grey-scaled figures, their lack of details replaced with number and raw strength, many of which were rushing in.
"No, we can't have that." Not a fan of being zerg-rushed again, Copen has the backup pod shoot orange circles that attach themselves to the legs of the first foes, causing them to trip to slow down their rush while he also uses the opportunity for easy shots. Now having put himself behind a large table while the crowd is back and running again, Copen grimaces at how the whole sight of shooting down foes that are too dumb to do more than rush at him and attack is quite like one of those shoot em up arcade games. A view that's quickly corrected when one of the adepts, in perhaps a fit of rage or insight picked up another, dashes past the ones in front of it by crushing them and smashed the table apart with the one they grabbed.
"Super strength. How basic yet annoying." Copen has the gal to comment, his well-honed reflexes and a well-aimed bullit-dash backwards preventing him from meeting the same fate as the smashed spot where he previously was. The same dash lets him bounce against a wall and reach the ceiling, where he uses the single second given to switch weapons and dash towards the hulking figure, going through them with the two golden drills that made a hole in it.
"Still, going for quantity over quality is a massive mistake." After all the slayer's very arsenal was made for dispatching as many opponents as quickly as possible, a decision wisely made when yet another foe lunged for him, to which he leapt straight up, bounced off their head and slamming his foot into another, burning off their heads with the flames of his boot, making their bodies crumble into a third, pinning them down for an easy dead shot. As the fourth reached to slice him with a shadowy dagger, he falls to the floor to avoid it piercing his neck, swings a foot to knock the fifth off his feet, then uses the momentum to swing him into the sixth, who caught the fourth's stab and collapsed onto the fifth. His impromptu bullit-fuelled breakdance having knocked down all nearby foes, he dashes up and attacks them all with auto-aiming shots, the physical contact having tagged them all, incapacitating them, he finishes off the few remaining members of the current wave in the same fashion. Earning lots of kudos.
"The grunts always work in groups, don't they?" he asks to nobody, shaking his head with disappointment when he notices that his stylish manoeuvre has not activated his pod's idol form. It usually triggering when he and Lola's emotions reach a perfect synch or when he's about to die (he's not going to teste that option), "Then again, she's not here, too bad."
Nor is the diamond-adorned adept in the kitchen, so that's one location marked down.
Still, he must keep moving, for the second wave is already entering the room. Remembering that the room is connected to the first-floor hallway, which has little space to crowd in for his foes yet enough verticality for him to abuse air superiority, he takes the door to the left, planning to investigate the bathroom and the living room respectively when he finds them.
The four adepts in the hallway that see him approaching, growl and curse in an audible manner before attacking with increased vigor, but he dodges them, runs up a wall without dashing, then backflips down on one, striking him with both boots at once. Their head crushed like a watermelon, the adept collapses to the floor and he uses their corpse as a trampoline to kill another with the spiked backside of his gun decapitating them. As the corpse falls, though, some unholy life returns to them as they grab onto his front, restraining his arms and holding him for the last one behind him to get one good hit in, hopefully finishing him off.
"Tch, like nobody's tried that before!" he shouts, voice dripping with sarcasm as he flickers into two, both him and his red-scaled double letting the adept fall through their evasion, aiming their guns at the adept's heart afterwards. The adept collapsed just as the one behind him runs their silver javelin through Copen with the same effect. With nothing to hit, the adept falls off-balance, and Copen finishes them with yet another gunshot. Sparing Ex-weapon energy all the while so it can create a blue-electric flash shield around him. "That makes….23?"
He's pretty sure he saw at least fifty adepts in that grand hall. Which means the rest consists of the crowd that's rushing right behind him and the crowd that's on the other side of the hall.
"Ah, so I'm surrounded." He ponders whether that is bad or not, "Nah, this is fine." Copen's flash shield should protect against most attacks that aren't energy based and if most of them are downstairs then that means. "I should head upstairs then." Which he does by entering the door leading to the bathroom, which contains-oh he's being shot at!
Having no time to describe the luxurious bathroom that's every rich house bathroom ever or indulge in the memories that such a place could bring to him. Copen closes the door behind him, locks it (only realizing a second later that that is a real useless move when an adept simply smashes the door in its entirety) and crawls through the small back-window to the Gardens.
Oh, and he wastes a tiny bit of weapon energy to freeze the window solid to buy time.
Time that's luckily not wasted by a memory of a grey-scaled him fighting against a grey-scaled Gunvolt while empowered by the song of his own sister as he tries to kill the former in a fit of sheer rage. Because this garden does not have an oddly shaped throne room or even the slightest blue flowers in its vicinity, instead contending with a field of pure white lilies and hedge mazes but even those details do not stop him from remembering a very troubling detail.
"She protected him…" a grey-scaled version of him pointing his gun against his very own sister, or the adept that she always was supposed to be protectively standing in front of Gunvolt.
Some bizarre amalgamation of two different girl's appearances and hearts, but still family.
"Even Lola tried to convince me to stop, albeit half-heartedly." But in her defence, she was always loyal to him a to a fault. A quality that goes beyond programming, he's not sure what she would do if he ever asked something insane from her, but he doesn't want to know either.
"Goddamit." He whispers a blasphemous insult while trying to contain a flood of emotions, his body slightly shaking and his knuckles tightening as his face is obscured in dramatic darkness.
"I've already accepted that I'm not god's rightful instrument, but why does it still bother me?"
"Maybe it's because you haven't apologized to a certain person?" a voice replies, the very same that bothered him at the beginning yet got suspiciously quiet the moment he approached the mansion and talked with a certain adept proficient in illusions.
"…" they hit the jackpot, seeing how the slayer's body straightens in response. "No." He replies with a tone that has no real conviction behind it. "I'll say what I said back then, if he hadn't freed the muse back then, Mytl would have never died." It being no more than an excuse, one he truly believed in the moment but now has had much time to see the foolishness within.
"So, he was supposed to ignore the suffering of one girl just to prolong the future of another he didn't even know existed at the time? Come on, you're the smart person here."
"Then who am I supposed to hate?" he blurts out a line he would have never given in any other circumstance. "The Azure Striker killed the person that killed my sister and the one who killed my father is the top brass of Sumeragi who got killed by guess who? Gunvolt again!"
Silence, if only for a short moment, then understanding. "So, since he's the killer of their killers…you want to take him down as some proof that you're better than him?"
"Don't be ridiculous." He spits out with venom and in hindsight he should stop the conversation there, he's in the middle of enemy territory, he doesn't even know who this voice is and just because their voice feels so strangely comforting that doesn't mean he should pour his entire story to them like a moron. So why won't he STOP? "No man that my sister cares for could ever be scum." The admission itself feels like it rips his skin off, his lips are bleeding. "But that does not change things in the slightest, it shouldn't."
"How so?" the voice is careful this time, as if the mere question could set him off.
The very prompt triggers yet another flash of memory. The figures in the garden replaced with the figure of a younger copen, barely six or seven being held by a vague motherly figure with black hair and silver twin bells in her hair. His sister the only one asleep in the woman's lap.
"So, even though I told him to leave me alone. Your daddy approached me after school, in that very same park we looked at the stars last family trip together. And can you guess what he did?" The mother's voice is soft, yet filled with energy as she looks at Copen with anticipation.
"…Did he shoot down your missiles with a 'love powered gun' again?" Copen being a little boy at the time, asked the question with genuine curiosity and sparkling eyes. The sass and negative fun-zone that he usually is not coming to pass for a few more years.
"Surprisingly no!" She replies with a giggle, instead elaborating with a love-struck expression. "He gave me a beautiful little angel doll, even though I was so cold to him he still went out of his way to try and genuinely cheer me up! Aahhhhh, you better inherit that kindness!"
"Mommm, don't shout you'll wake Mytl up." Kid-him complained with a smile, enjoying the way she's ruffling his hair and leaning further against her, the very picture of happiness.
"Ah, right, of course, you're always so thoughtful. Looks like I don't need to worry." She replies with the same smile stuck on her face. Though her voice lowers a bit. "That said…I just remembered I should have told you something already. Like the meaning of our lineage."
"That's enough." The real him promptly snaps, turning his back away from the illusion as if his force of will could stop the scene from continuing. "You've seen enough, adept."
"Huh?" the voice inquires with pure surprise, sounding still near him even though he's already dashing his way up to the mansion's roof by the time that one-word reply came out.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" his voice is filled with venom as whatever mesmerisation that was over him has been banished the moment, he realized why the voice felt so comforting.
"I'm…not getting what you're talking about?" oh, and now the voice is playing dumb, great.
"The Kamizono name is composed of the Kanji (神) meaning God or Deity (Kami) and the Kanji (園) meaning garden or park or even plantation (Zono). Thus, the name means 'God's plantation' or even 'The Deity's garden.' It's what fuelled the demon hunter rumors." Again, he shares information that should remain private, except this time he sounds like he's restraining in a large amount of anger. "My mother believed in this full-heartedly, many times she would tell me that it is our duty to serve the will of angels and to slay any demon without mercy. She even promised she would reveal something special once I'm off age yet she died while I was still young so my memories could be embellished. I can only assume she was trying to hype me up with false stories about how we are god's warriors but even so, it remains our legacy."
"Even my father, despite being an outsider to such a bloodline. Had the same spirit, his research proved without a doubt that the rise of adepts is perpendicular with the rising levels of bloodshed. Then again, they're literally super-powered demons that razed half off the countries in the world into lifeless wastelands. Naturally this led him towards the righteous path of wanting to prevent any more tragedies. He was killed for his beliefs, the irony…"
Okay now he's just monologuing, his gaze becoming more focused and sharp as he continues to speak, perhaps getting fixated onto his own hype. "In short, my mother wanted me to annihilate all evil and my father figured out said evil are the adepts. Thus, I follow their will and honour my family by ridding the world of their evil influence. At least I believed that."
"Yet now, the memory of my dearest sister reminds me that she too had a remaining wish, that of me no longer harming Gunvolt. An adept. Perhaps that would lead to more confusion seeing the obvious contradiction in the wishes that I'm respecting, but there's one thing…"
"One thing you're not getting here, one large mistake that you've made." He looks upwards, towards the fake moonlight that shines onto his face, giving the illusion that his red eyes are gleaming with malice. "I LOVE my sister more than I HATE the likes of your kind. I've had a full year to realize that, and no person, no matter if they're capable of reading memories and even mimicking my mother's voice will ever change the fact that I would do anything for her sake!"
"So, reveal yourself already! None of your illusions will ever entrap me again, you evil monk!"
"….I guess there's no need for a lesson two then." The voice warps mid-tone into another one as mist gathers above-ground to reveal the monk holding a bored expression. "How boring, I hoped to torment you a little longer. This is why I hate strong-willed people the most."
"Save me the speech, I know your type all too well." Copen scoffs with irritation, at her and himself for even being dragged by the nose in the first place. She definitely knows too much now. "You use your septima to torment your victims with memories of their traumas and failures, then using those weaknesses, you recreate the septimas of the adepts that they've met to add more weapons to your arsenal. I'm no student of yours, just a toy to torment and suck the information out of before you try to shatter my mind with your silly games."
"Correct, perfect answer, ding ding ding." The monk lets out a short laugh as she sarcastically claps, her shadow enveloping the entire mansion while mist starts to thicken all around.
"However you've misunderstood one thing if you think I've got nothing else to teach to you."
Her feet start to reach the ground, as if she's testing the water. Seeing Copen put on a battle-pose but yet not shooting her still, she gives out a smile as she's about to fricking monologue.
"You sure love that sister of yours huh? Had you not said a thing I would've still figured that out, seeing how absolutely filled your head is with memories of her." She pauses, looking for any meaningful reaction to that, but only gets a harsher glare in return. He's already accepted that she can read his memories and that she's a sadist so showing a reaction would only please her. Besides as long as she dies in the end, it doesn't matter what she knows, remember that.
" 'As long as she's happy, I can make sure that no more people will ever hurt her again by continuing my crusade without involving her in my life' that's your logic, right?Bah!
That's nothing more than a way out: No matter what you do, you'll always be able to justify it by saying you're doing it for her sake. You get to use her as a clutch while not caring for he- "
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" he's moments away from pulling the trigger. The only reason he's showing restraint is to not lose himself to rage as that's what she wants and it would ruin his fighting style, it'd make him sloppy, and he needs his 100% to win against her.
"Her at all." She continues anyway, revelling in every second. "But you're self-aware of that too, so shouldn't that end anything I could say by now? Why are you still angry? Oh, could it possible be the fact that being self-aware of it does not excuse it in the slightest? Admit she's nothing more than an excuse at this point. Until you do that, you can't court true darkness."
The mist concentrates in front of her, creating a silhouette of a woman with white hair and-
Copen shoots Serpentine with everything he got. "I won't play your games!" but the woman simply dissipates into the mist while cackling in delight at his useless struggle. At how he becomes more panicked and rage-filled the more detailed the figure grows over time.
"ENOUGH! Two can play at this game!" Having everything to lose from letting 'her' appear on the battlefield, the slayer gathers all the charged ex-weapon energy, jumps into the air with a pose and releases all of it at once, sending the AS-Drive into a mad burst of a limit break!
Fallen villain's souls
Unite as one yet again
To fell greater sin
GUILT SEQUENCE!
With a purple ray Gorgon's gaze shines over the monk's position, to no damage due to her lack of eyes in the form of mist. Likewise, the sudden barrage of light-filled lasers from Arrogant Radiance fail to effect the adept in any way, determining for sure that she's got a semi-evasion.
Not to be discouraged, Copen goes a step further and uses two ex-weapons at once. The combined power of Stellar Spark and Hydro Zapper creating mighty bursts of water that are filled with electricity yet do no damage once again, because the water inside the mist is either non-conductive or her semi-evasion is simply that powerful. Even so, Copen fires every and any weapon he can muster against her, desperate to stop her at any cost before the process is done.
Ferrouis Fangs plus Flesh Eaters to create blood flies? Doesn't do a thing. Lazy Laser plus Twin Tail Bunker combined making several portals out of which Golden Drills stab out off? Nada.
Not a single thing he does is enough to make the mist dissipate and finally the adept laughs.
Laughs at how his efforts are wasted when she reappears behind the figure of a white-haired girl with two butterfly-wings of a colours azure and crimson wearing a purple sleeping dress and a blue butterfly symbol on her forehead. Mytl is once again protectively holding her arms out in front of him while the adept behind her this time is blatantly laughing and his enemy.
"I…nggh." The shock at seeing her is even worse than he could predict, his hands start to shake and his aim becomes unsteady. It takes Copen every shred of his will to not fall to his knees. Because by the gods, she's back and he knows that isn't true but even so, it still affects him.
How the hell is anyone supposed to react when they meet their dead sister again?
"Kukuku, oh god, you should look at your face right now. The sorrow is exhilarating!" the adept continues to mock him, a full-toothed smile on her face. "Aw, why the silence? Does the mere sight make you want to curl up and die that badly? If so then do wait, the lesson isn't over!"
She puts her arms around his sister's shoulders, the very act flares him up again, yet his feet don't move, and the adept just stares at him while her hands slowly creep under Mytl's chin. "I have to say I do see a resemblance, you've got the same hair and noses. She's oddly young though. But we're not here to talk about that, nah. What matters is lesson number three: Namely the fact that I'm going to make her attack you and you're going to kill her all by yourself."
What.
"It's the only way for you to graduate, it makes sense after all." The adept continues, blatantly enjoying the moment. "By doing so you rid yourself of your final excuse and will truly become free. You'll be a genuine monster, just like me. And then I get to kill you at your very best."
A surge of panic starts to take root in the slayer's chest, he can't do that. He won't do that, there's must be a way to circumvent this twisted game yet no genius idea comes to his mind.
"Aw, not taking the shot yet? It's a bit too late to play the hero now." The adept snorts and then finally lets go of Mytl. "But I understand, you need one more push, which I'll gladly give."
"Hey, Mytl was it?" she addresses the dead muse with an overly familiar tone. "Do me a favour and kill your big brother, for world peace okay?" she actually stops there as if the girl would a-
"Okay!" Mytl replies, her young innocent voice filled with dissonant joy. Instantly she gathers power within her septima and moves to fly, only for nothing at all to happen. "Huh?" her wings remain uselessly at her side as her septima refuses to work for reasons nobody is aware off.
"Tsk, looks like I wasted too much energy." Serpentine comments, seeming not too surprised but still disappointed. Within an instant more fog gathers around her, and this time Copen has the impression that she's focusing all her remaining power back here, thus undoing every other undead that's roaming around the house. "What? Still not enough? Ugh, what a terrible price your septima has girl. I'll have to study it more perfectly later if I wish to even mimic a fraction of its power. How lucky your brother is." She gives Copen a glance again, then smiles. "Then again if I can actually do that." She says in such a tone it's not clear whether she truly doubts herself or is trying to gaslight. "Then I guess it's okay for me to kill you right here, right now."
"Of course, you're after the Muse Septima." Copen suspected that the moment he saw ZedΩ's glances towards Lola, but he was confident that they wouldn't be able to figure out how she managed to gain it since he himself didn't know either. It just appeared one day again during their many travels but now isn't the time to reminisce. "A shame I extracted it already and destroyed the septisomes. And the only remaining muse would rather self-destruct than share such a powerful tool with you." He's got confidence in that if need be, Lola's AS Drive has become powerful enough to overcharge all of their weapons and cause an explosion that could destroy a whole city block. A sacrifice that would kill every Adept in the vicinity hopefully but still a sacrifice he doesn't want to make unless there's absolutely no way to persist beyond it.
''Yeah, yeah, try to act cool all you want but that doesn't change the situation." Serpentine tends her spear to Mytl. "Hey, use this to stab your brother to dead. Just rush at him and don't stop!"
"Okay!" Mytl replies again with a cheery manner, not a single shred of her personality inside the fake body for as far as Copen knows. But he still isn't ready to harm her in anyway, something she doesn't reciprocate when she picks up the spear, turns around and walks towards him.
"Mytl don't." Copen tries to warn, but it comes more like a plea. His hands refusing to aim his gun in her general direction. "I'm, we're family. Don't you remember that?"
She takes another step, unheeded by his words.
"You don't have to do this!" he begs outright, the world starting to slowly spin. All his fighting instincts turning completely useless like paper exposed to water. "Don't listen to her!"
She gives a hum as she outright skips towards him, just 20 feet away and getting closer.
Filled with panic. His mind turns to Adepts and his hatred of them, on why he's doing this and that if he lets her stab him then he'd be abandoning Lola, Nori and the girl that's not her. How wrecked the former two would be if he never woke up and how the latter could end up in yet another incident if Gunvolt's trouble radar hasn't already been turned on. His hands tighten for a moment as all that resolve comes to him and he raises his weapon. Then his thoughts turn to what will happen if he shoots, the sight of Mytl's corpse falling down, bleeding on the ground as he would have killed her. His own sister. The girl that always smiled when he visited, liked to listen to music he didn't relate to and had to confiscate magazines he didn't approve off from.
He thinks of her lying dead on the ground of Eden's garden, alone, cold and abandoned.
And now he can't do it.
Kudos.
Scratch that, he never could have done it.
But there is still Mytl approaching him, risen from the grave. Mytl, who might not even be able to be called Mytl anymore. Mytl, who is going to kill him slowly as he doubts she knows where to actually stab someone. Mytl, in front of him, somehow inevitable.
Copen's fate was already decided. Mytl wouldn't give him any chance to escape. The only question left was how he would go, never when but how. Still, it can't be now.
He has to do it.
He can't do it.
He has to do something.
Maybe if he got on his knees, she'd stab him in the head, killing him quickly.
Mytl is now ten feet away, about to commit a lunge the real her would never be able to.
Black spots crowd in the edge of Copen's vision. More memories flash through like lightning.
Lightning.
Copen pulls the trigger.
Then he pulls it again.
He doesn't stop until he empties the whole clip into Mytl's chest.
She falls down due to the first shot, the second and third pierce her head and chest and the final shots make her entire body fade away into mist, all of it so fast she has no time to feel pain.
For a moment everything is quiet, except for the clatter of the spear hitting the ground.
Then the silence is killed by the sound of laughing. Courtesy of Serpentine holding her stomach and struggling to fully stay up as the sheer hilarity hits her. "Congratulations! You've done it, you sibling killer. You passed with flying colours!" she laughs again, so loud it seems painful to her.
"Oh, oh…oh, god. Man, I didn't know what to expect. But you truly are one insane maniac.
Perfect, very good even. Now show me your true self and let the darker one- "
"This is a nice spear." Copen comments, as he holds the thing in one hand and observes it while his features are hidden. "A khakkhara is what you call it if I remember. Usually used by monks to announce one's presence and chase away animals. Sometimes called a 'Tiger's pewter staff'."
His tone is off-guard and oddly curious, as if he's inspecting some fancy tool in a tourist shop.
Serpentine is immediately on guard, well aware of how some people can go loopy from grief.
Even so, she takes a moment to nod at the comment. "Indeed, I have made it myself. It's durable to smash a skull but also long enough to use as a walking stick, thus letting me always enjoy it."
"A respectable utility. But say, have you thought about what would actually happen if you tried to strike a tiger with this thing?" He looks up at her with a smile on his face, not of joy but off an otherworldly sensation, no longer that of a turbulent wildfire that drives him into a frenzy to raze everything in it's path. But a rage like the calm, all-enveloping depths of the sea. Copen has full control of this rage. "When you rile a tiger, he's going to show his claws." All directed at her.
"Oh, how 'spooky.' Do you want to hurt me? If so then let's d-" she doesn't get to finish that sentence as one moment, the slayer is still and the next his knee is in her gut thanks to a bullit-dash, he swings the backside of his gun against her cheek, drawing blood and smashes the spear against her face with such force that it shatters, forcing her prone as she lands a few feet away.
"I have to thank you." The slayer says looming over his prey with a stance ready to rip her apart. "I have no more doubts about what I should do, so let's return the favour with a lesson."
"S-sounds like fun." The monk gets up and wipes some of the blood of her cheek, a savage grin on her face. "But let's stop with the teasing and start tearing each other up to pieces already!"
"He said I could try to kill him at any time. Does that ring a bell?"
The monk's face immediately falls flat. "What?"
"ZedΩ." He gives a smug smile. "From what I can tell, such a strategy has worked once before and from what I know about you, you look like the type of sucker to fall for such a thing."
Confusion turns to annoyance. "What are you trying to say here? If this is some pathetic atte-"
"I'll make it short then. You and I are quite similar ability wise; I take my septimas from bodies while you take yours from minds. Both of us are stained with sin and most importantly the both of us have an use to him. I do wonder for what reason you're under his thumb, but every trashy romance novel sense is telling me that you're infatuated with him. Or that could be a str-oh." The way she's fiercely glaring at him outright confirms it. "The former then. Good, that makes this much better. More fun. Now for everything you have, I'm every bit the better and ZedΩ knows that. If I willingly joined him, I could give him much more than anything you ever could."
She scoffs, not looking that affected. "Boys and their dick measuring contests, is that all?"
"Of course, I won't do such a thing and if there was even the slightest possibility of me considering it. You've already ruined any chances of cooperation, something I'm sure he won't look too kindly on if it wasn't for the fact you never planned to let me wake up to begin with."
"Keep going." The monk raises an eyebrow, intrigued now, if slightly excited again.
"Frankly, you're a sadistic bitch." Copen says to the point to which she casually nods. "That's kind of obvious. But more importantly, it seems your septima cannot fully recreate other adepts without long enough observation of their use. I'm sure you think you can with enough time mimic the muse septima, but I'm kind enough to inform you that won't be possible, like ever."
"How so?"
"You figure that out yourself." He doesn't need to reveal the entire card. "That said, here's what's going to happen now. I'm going to beat you up, wake up, escape from whatever place your prince has put me in and inform the very same Azure Striker of this silly prophecy."
"I am shocked to my bones at such a future." Sarcasm, if you couldn't tell.
"Then, regardless of his answer. I'll be ready to receive you lot and will kill your prey while you're forced to helplessly watch. Until then, have fun in delivering the news that you failed him."
Something she won't be able to do because again: Murder. This may sound like he's repeating himself a lot, but again, she deserves nothing less.
"Are you done talking?" She tries to look unaffected, but she bites her lip in irritation.
"Yes. Let's end this, I've got a promise to fulfil and no time to waste on you."
"Then the fog will delude you!" Serpentine starts the fight by summoning more mist.
"Time to return to reality!" And Copen dashes straightforward, unbending, unstoppable.
Let the fight begin!
Next episode.