Amelia smirked as her companion played along. Being a warrior wasn't all bad. Sure, she might as well be dead, but nobody danced like the dead. The smirk faded to a dead serious facade as the Yoma broke into the household. Asteria danced majestically between their attacks. Amelia had never seen someone so graceful. There wasn't much attack power behind it, but considering how much attention she was gathering, that was alright. That was an offensive claymore's job.
One hell of a good dancer I have with me.
Amelia waited a second before jumping in though. The yoma couldn't get too suspicious. Making haggard breathes, Amelia bit her own lip, and 'coughed' up blood, disappearing from their sights completely as a disabled fighter. Good. After the claw grazed Asteria's cheek, Amelia moved. In an instant, she shoved the claymore through the yoma's skull with both hands, her scorpion tail nailing the Yoma behind it. Two kills in less than a second. With Asteria still dancing gracefully, Amelia swung at her own companion, who would be more than apt to dodge it, turning it from friendly fire to obstructing the yoma behind its vision, slicing clear through its head. And that was all the easy kills Amelia would get from that fight. It did highlight Amelia's strange comment earlier:
She was much more of an assassin than a fighter. Catching off guard opponents she'd kill them either before or after they'd believed the fight was going on. The biggest problem here was that it would only work so many times before even Yoma, dumb as they were, caught on.
"You know, if we were keeping count, I would add those three to you, they clearly were too enamored to notice lil' ol' me. Number's might be annoying, but might help me find you later. I'm #37, Amelia, the Scorpion. My crest is the one that looks like a scorpion, too."
The yoma were a bit surprised, but it wasn't enough to make them flee. They had the house completely surrounded, and it was only two claymores inside. Amelia took a deep breath and raised her yoki energy enough to change her eyes.
"I know, I know, you said you didn't want me to turn, but heads up, my little scorpion tail takes a fair bit of yoki to use, and needs a bit to recharge between shots. I think we'll get out of here, but not before I hit close to my limit. Hopefully only about 50%."
Out of the corner of her eye Amelia saw a Yoma's arm out the window. Her braid shot out, piercing the wall, and a gurgling sound from the outside signaled she'd nailed its throat. Her teeth started to sharpen. There were so many more yoma to kill. On one hand, great day, on the other hand, getting pretty annoying. There was something else Amelia didn't dare say. Yoma didn't often coordinate. At least not to this extent. Yoma were predators. They would only work together for schemes that, you know, worked. Maybe one was bright and convinced the others, but considering one group had attacked civilians while others were being slaughtered, that meant it wasn't the reasoning. It meant they feared something more than the claymore. Well, whatever it was, hopefully, their leader would take care of it.
She heard a scared claymore calling out in the distance and rolled her eyes. Normally she'd love live bait, but she was a wee bit busy. Even Amelia could note a warrior around him spike in Yoki usage, so the screaming claymore was probably fine. The energy spiking felt down right vicious, and so Amelia decided she might as well finish off things here. An elongated finger pierced her shoulder pad, calling her back to reality. Amelia sliced it off, and a shot from her hair finished off the Yoma. Asteria might notice her muscles starting to bulge.
One hell of a good dancer I have with me.
Amelia waited a second before jumping in though. The yoma couldn't get too suspicious. Making haggard breathes, Amelia bit her own lip, and 'coughed' up blood, disappearing from their sights completely as a disabled fighter. Good. After the claw grazed Asteria's cheek, Amelia moved. In an instant, she shoved the claymore through the yoma's skull with both hands, her scorpion tail nailing the Yoma behind it. Two kills in less than a second. With Asteria still dancing gracefully, Amelia swung at her own companion, who would be more than apt to dodge it, turning it from friendly fire to obstructing the yoma behind its vision, slicing clear through its head. And that was all the easy kills Amelia would get from that fight. It did highlight Amelia's strange comment earlier:
Amelia said:"I'm not exactly a combat specialist."
She was much more of an assassin than a fighter. Catching off guard opponents she'd kill them either before or after they'd believed the fight was going on. The biggest problem here was that it would only work so many times before even Yoma, dumb as they were, caught on.
"You know, if we were keeping count, I would add those three to you, they clearly were too enamored to notice lil' ol' me. Number's might be annoying, but might help me find you later. I'm #37, Amelia, the Scorpion. My crest is the one that looks like a scorpion, too."
The yoma were a bit surprised, but it wasn't enough to make them flee. They had the house completely surrounded, and it was only two claymores inside. Amelia took a deep breath and raised her yoki energy enough to change her eyes.
"I know, I know, you said you didn't want me to turn, but heads up, my little scorpion tail takes a fair bit of yoki to use, and needs a bit to recharge between shots. I think we'll get out of here, but not before I hit close to my limit. Hopefully only about 50%."
Out of the corner of her eye Amelia saw a Yoma's arm out the window. Her braid shot out, piercing the wall, and a gurgling sound from the outside signaled she'd nailed its throat. Her teeth started to sharpen. There were so many more yoma to kill. On one hand, great day, on the other hand, getting pretty annoying. There was something else Amelia didn't dare say. Yoma didn't often coordinate. At least not to this extent. Yoma were predators. They would only work together for schemes that, you know, worked. Maybe one was bright and convinced the others, but considering one group had attacked civilians while others were being slaughtered, that meant it wasn't the reasoning. It meant they feared something more than the claymore. Well, whatever it was, hopefully, their leader would take care of it.
She heard a scared claymore calling out in the distance and rolled her eyes. Normally she'd love live bait, but she was a wee bit busy. Even Amelia could note a warrior around him spike in Yoki usage, so the screaming claymore was probably fine. The energy spiking felt down right vicious, and so Amelia decided she might as well finish off things here. An elongated finger pierced her shoulder pad, calling her back to reality. Amelia sliced it off, and a shot from her hair finished off the Yoma. Asteria might notice her muscles starting to bulge.
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