The huntress was almost directly below me. Her running speed was fast, fast enough that if we were both on the ground, I'd only barely have the edge. But that was the problem. I wasn't on the ground.
In the air, I was slower. Not helpless, but limited. My normal air speed wasn't anything impressive. I only stayed mobile because of short bursts from my Semblance and the gusts of wind kicked up by my cloak. Without those, I'd already be in trouble.
I twisted my body as glowing spheres curved sharply through the sky behind me.
Around fifty tracking projectiles hovered and chased, weaving through the air like a swarm that had decided I was dinner. They were closing in fast. Too fast. Even firing as quickly as I could, there was no way I could deal with all of them at once. They were already within twenty meters, moving faster than my base speed, and they didn't slow down.
"Of course," I muttered under my breath, teeth clenched.
I dodged hard to the left, triggered my Semblance in a short burst, and felt my body lurch forward unnaturally as the air screamed past me. The projectiles snapped around to follow, some overshooting, others correcting instantly. My cloak flared as I snapped it outward, wind bursting from its edges and throwing several of the spheres off course.
I fired back, rapid shots cracking through the air. One after another exploded into sparks and fragments. I could destroy maybe twenty-five in a second if I focused, more if I pushed myself, but it didn't matter. Every one I destroyed was replaced almost immediately.
That was the real problem.
She was still throwing them. One after another, like it cost her nothing. Tracking missiles, homing perfectly, and she could summon as many as she wanted, there was no reload and no pause in her attacks, there was also no limit to how many summoned, I could see.
This was getting old.
I had to abandon my original plan. I'd meant to stay above her, keep her beneath me, punish her the moment she rushed in.
She ruined that by refusing to play along.
I'd thought she would stay at range once she had the advantage. That would've been smart. Her projectiles didn't need careful aim, and distance only made them harder to deal with. Everything about this setup favored her if she stayed back.
That was the smart choice.
But she didn't do the smart thing.
She ran straight toward me.
Fast and aggressive, and with no hesitation at all. Like something was pushing her forward, daring me to react. Her boots hammered against the ground as she moved, every step powerful and controlled. She didn't even look up at first, just kept running, trusting her tracking weapons to do the work.
I blinked.
"...Huh."
That movement gave me an opening. A real one. I could've used my side Semblance right then, shifted position, cut sideways through the air, hit her from an angle she wouldn't expect. I almost did. My muscles tensed, instinct screaming at me to take the safe shot.
Almost.
But the longer I watched her charge forward, the more a better idea formed.
Why fight her at range when she clearly owned it?
Why keep dancing around her weapons when I had a way through them?
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Alright," I thought, feeling my heartbeat steady. "Let's do something stupid."
Instead of pulling away, I angled my body downward. Straight down. Right at her.
I triggered my side Semblance, feeling the familiar surge as my speed spiked and my body slipped out of sync with the world for a split second. The tracking balls surged toward me and passed right through as I turned intangible, their glowing forms slicing through empty air where I should have been.
She was still focused on the swarm behind me.
Perfect.
I tucked my arms in, lined myself up, and prepared to dive head-on.
As I finished positioning my body and picking an optimal route toward her, a noise like that of a massive bird suddenly entered my hearing range.
It wasn't a normal sound. It was too deep, too heavy, like air being torn open by something that shouldn't have been flying at all. The noise rolled through the sky and made the hairs on my arms rise.
Before I could even turn my head to check if it was a Nevermore, a blinding light flared in my peripheral vision, and then the heat hit.
A torrent of lava burst in from the side, cutting through the air in a blazing arc.
My eyes widened as the molten wave roared past, so bright it hurt to look at. The heat washed over me even from a distance, pressing against my Aura like an invisible wall. My cloak snapped violently as the air around the lava distorted, rippling and warping from the sheer temperature.
"Woah!" I shouted, instinctively pulling my cloak in tighter.
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(1/10=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-4559 - Item #: SCP-4559
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding SCP-4559 within scientific institutions and other organizations are to be removed under the guise of being incorrect information.
Description: SCP-4559 is a probabilistic anomaly associated with the choice on whether a person wants a receipt or not within most grocery stores. In the case where there are either rules that state that the customer always receives the receipt, or in the event that the customer is given the receipt without their prior approval, SCP-4559 will not trigger.
If none of those events occur, in the event that the customer is asked if they wish to receive a receipt, the choice on whether or not the subject accepts or denies the receipt cannot be predicted. The subject's mental state, gender, or wealth will not influence the outcome, and the chance for each choice is exactly the same.
Currently, SCP-4559 is the only truly unpredictable or "random" phenomenon in the universe known to the Foundation. For example, quantum mechanics, weather, ocean currents, and the algorithms for standard random number generators can be meaningfully predicted, but SCP-4559 cannot be predicted in any meaningful way.
Addendum: By order of the O5 Council, SCP-4559 has been reclassified as Thaumiel for its use in the containment of numerous anomalies that require a random number generator. The Hensworth/Alice Number Generator uses security camera footage from nearly 20,000 grocery stores within the US, which analyzes footage from the checkout aisles and uses the information generated from SCP-4559 to create a random integer. Currently, the Hensworth/Alice Number Generator is being used in the containment of 39 Safe-class anomalies, 21 Euclid-class anomalies, 8 Keter-class anomalies, and 2 Thaumiel-class anomalies. -
Despite the role being middling, its effects are extraordinary.
No form of foresight, no future sight, predictive algorithm, or protective destiny, can ever account for you. Anything that attempts to calculate your future through your past or present simply fails.
You are pure chaos manifested.
Even fate cannot meddle in your destiny. Even destiny itself cannot bind your path.
You are utterly free from all influences, direct or indirect, that seek to observe, guide, or predict you.
For most people, this would be a blessing.
For you… it is uncertainty.
Silver-Eyed Warriors are said to be destined for greatness, warriors whose paths are written before they ever take their first step. But your destiny is no longer written.
Your future is unwritten.
Your actions alone will shape what comes next, whether they lead to greatness… or ruin.
Your path is yours to choose be it good or ill.)
The molten flow slammed straight into the swarm of tracking balls. There was no resistance. No struggle. The projectiles didn't explode, they vanished. Burned, melted, and burst apart in an instant. Light flared as one after another was erased, leaving streaks of smoke and sparks in their place.
When the torrent of lava finally passed, the sky felt suddenly empty.
Only ten balls remained.
Despite my shock, I didn't waste time.
"Alright, before those things get any ideas"
I snapped my weapon up and fired in rapid bursts. My movements were clean and automatic, muscle memory taking over. Each shot detonated a target before it could correct its path or split off. One. Two. Three. The recoil thumped through my arms as glowing fragments scattered and faded.
In moments, the airspace around me was completely clear.
I exhaled, only just realizing I'd been holding my breath.
"...That helps," I muttered.
I turned my head toward where the attack had come from.
That's when I saw him.
The doctor in the beak mask hovered nearby, black robes snapping wildly in the wind. His eyes were hidden behind the darkness of his mask, unreadable as ever. Beneath him was the strangest mount I'd ever seen, a creature shaped like a seahorse, its long body twisting smoothly through the sky as if it were swimming through water instead of air.
It had been altered to fly.
Wide, tattered wings were stitched onto its sides, flapping with a wet, leathery sound. They looked uneven and rough, like they'd been made from frog skin and scraps of something else I didn't want to think about. Seams and bindings were visible along the joints, glowing faintly with Dust energy.
It should not have worked.
But it did.
The creature let out another birdlike cry as embers dripped from its mouth, the last traces of molten light fading from its throat. The doctor rested one gloved hand against its neck, calm and steady, like unleashing lava through the sky was just another casual move.
He tilted his head slightly toward me, the beak mask catching the light.
"Try not to get overwhelmed," he said calmly, his voice somehow carrying through the wind. "You still have work to do."
I stared at him for half a second longer than necessary.
Right.
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(11/3=https://eldenring.wiki.fextralife.com/Ancient+Dragon+Lansseax-Ancient Dragon Lansseax is a Great Enemy Boss in Elden Ring. This ancient, four-winged ancient dragon is the sister of Fortissax and had connections to the people of the Golden Order as her brother did. This is an optional boss, as players don't need to defeat it in order to advance in Elden Ring. Lichdragon Fortissax and Ancient Dragon Senessax are other variants of this boss. Farum Azula Dragon is the normal enemy form of this boss. -Due to an exceptionally low roll, a group of lightning-attributed dragons is approaching your location.
However, interference from the Evil God D has altered their existence.
The dragons have been corrupted and transformed into Grimm.
They retain all original attributes speed, power, and lightning affinity but now possess the hostile instincts and relentless nature of Grimm. )
Seeing him there made something click in my head, something obvious that I had completely forgotten in the middle of dodging missiles and planning dive attacks.
I wasn't alone.
I'd been so focused on the huntress, on the tracking balls, on staying alive, that it slipped my mind entirely. There were actually two people with me.
My sister, Yang, and that strange doctor.
I wasn't fighting this battle by myself after all.
Despite my realization, I only glanced away from my opponent for a second.
That was all it took.
I snapped my eyes back down, and my stomach tightened. She was right below me, closer than she had any right to be. Her six spiderlike arms were already raised, each one holding a newly formed tracking ball. Six of them this time. They glowed faintly as they spun in her palms, already locking onto me.
She didn't look rushed. If anything, she looked confident.
She raised her hands, fingers spreading as she prepared to throw them again.
"Not good," I muttered, shifting my grip and bringing my rifle up. My sights lined up on her center mass, Aura already flowing into the barrel. I could fire first. I should fire first.
But before either of us could strike, the space in front of her exploded with motion.
A figure appeared between us in a flash of gold and red.
"Yang?!" I breathed.
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1/??? =https://scp-wiki. wikidot.com/scp-8601-Description: SCP-8601 (colloquially 'Null Island') is the anomalous appearance of random objects (SCP-8601-1 instances) in the sea at the crossing of the prime meridian and the equator at exactly 0°N 0°E 0m altitude. SCP-8601-1 instances manifest instantaneously3 at the average sea level4. The objects are very varied, ranging from junk to high-tech equipment, almost always completely malformed or destroyed by the simultaneous intersection with the atmosphere, ocean, and previous instances, with temperatures ranging from 98 °C to 677 °C in 95% of cases. -Due to the nature of this roll, it automatically succeeds a natural 20.
Because of its strong similarity to your original ability, this effect will instead be granted to Yang.
Effect Granted: Dimensional Resonance
Yang will form a connection to three random worlds, allowing her to summon objects, entities, or phenomena from them at random.
Trigger Conditions:
Fear
Surprise
Manifestation and sound:
there is a BANG and then a manifestation of mostly items appear.
Connected Worlds:
1 SCP Foundation
2 Borderlands
3 Worm)
It was my sister.
She was already in close. Way too close.
My heart stuttered in shock. I didn't even perceive how she got there. One moment the huntress was alone, the next Yang was standing right in front of her, boots planted, body coiled like a spring that had already snapped.
Yang threw a straight punch.
It wasn't fancy. No windup. No wasted movement. Just raw speed and power. Her arm blurred as it shot forward, Aura flaring around her fist in a bright, violent glow.
The huntress never saw it coming.
She had been preparing to throw the tracking balls, her focus split, her arms spread wide. Completely off guard. At the very last instant, her instincts kicked in. She snapped two of her arms inward, crossing them in front of her body in a tight "X" to block the blow.
It didn't matter.
The moment Yang's punch landed, the sound was wrong.
A deep, wet crack echoed across the battlefield.
The huntress's arms twisted unnaturally. Skin folded inward where it shouldn't. Muscle bulged outward in sharp, ugly lines. For a split second, I thought I saw bone pressing against the skin, maybe even breaking through, before the force finally carried her away.
She was launched backward like a ragdoll, smashing through the dust filled air and skipping across the ground in a violent arc.
My stomach turned.
"Yang," I whispered, half impressed, half horrified. "You didn't have to, actually, yeah. Yeah, you did."
I forced myself to focus.
I stayed airborne, cloak adjusting as I tracked the huntress's trajectory. My eyes followed her as she tumbled, flesh wiggling around her damaged arms. I didn't give her time to recover. I locked onto her torso, adjusted for speed and distance, and pulled the trigger.
Aura surged through my weapon.
I poured more into the shot than usual, reaching inward and activating my ability. Numbers and instincts shifted in my mind as I made quick, brutal tradeoffs. I lowered the cohesion of the Aura. Reduced its defense. Stripped away durability until it was barely holding together.
All of that power went somewhere else.
Speed.
Piercing force.
The Aura I injected into my shots reshaped itself into sharp, compressed energy. The recoil slammed into my shoulder as I fired, the bullet left the barrel and tried to reshape itself into an arrow mid flight, but due to its weakened cohesion and stability, it failed.
For a split second, the Aura around it flickered and warped, stretching into a sharp, angular shape before collapsing back in on itself. The structure couldn't hold. The form broke down.
It reformed into a simple bullet.
Not weaker. Just... different.
The Aura was still there, compressed, furious, and unstable, as it screamed through the air. The sound it made wasn't loud so much as felt, a pressure that buzzed through my bones as it cut forward. Distance meant nothing to it. Wind resistance barely existed.
It crossed a full kilometer in a blink.
The shot struck her dead center in the chest.
There was no explosion. No flash. Just a sudden, brutal stop, like the world had slammed on the brakes. Everything went quiet. The dust settled. The echoes died.
She froze mid-motion.
Then her knees buckled.
She slumped forward and fell face-first into the ground, her body hitting the dirt with a dull, final sound.
My eyes widened.
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(12/6=https://bloodborne.fandom.com/wiki/Blade_of_Mercy- Blade of Mercy
A special trick weapon passed down among hunters of hunters. One of the oldest weapons of the workshop.
Splits into two when activated. The weapon's warped blades are forged with siderite, a rare mineral of the heavens. Most effective in swift attacks, such as after a quick-stepping.-Due to the low role this weapon made from mostly ordinary steel instead of mostly siderite, appears in the hand of the good doctor)
My breath caught in my throat as a cold wave of fear rushed through me. My grip tightened on my weapon without me realizing it, fingers locked stiff around the frame.
She didn't move.
Her body was slumped and lifeless, limbs sprawled at wrong angles in the dust. Smoke drifted lazily from the hole in her chest, the Aura around her flickering weakly before fading.
For a moment, the world felt heavy.
My chest tightened as a single thought forced its way to the surface, loud and impossible to ignore.
I've killed someone.