…

  “Huh?!” Clementine asked, “resurrected! Back from the dead!?” she screamed.

  Now, as a person from the Sine Theocracy, Clementine knew of resurrection magic. It was the stuff of legends. Yet, the magic spell that they must have cast must have been weak. As none of them screamed priest or padin.

  Yet, she was standing there, the same strength that she had when she was sin. Of course, that strength was nothing compared to her own skill. Yet, it didn’t really matter right now.

  “I don’t know how you did it! That little pipsqueak is back!” she shouted, “But I think I’ll pull the answer from your cold dead lips!” she screamed, rather angry.

  The reason being her heritage. She, for ck of a better term, was at least distantly reted to the Six Great Gods. Yet she had been treated back home as if she was worthless.

  What kind of great hero worthy of the bck scripture was only as strong as her? What kind of person who had been deemed worthy fell ft like her? Only after great and grueling training did she become as powerful as she was.

  She then rushed forth, and anger was hot on her heels. In the end, she didn’t truly know why she attacked when she did. All she knew was that her art had been tampered with, her skills had been trampled upon, and she was seen as powerless once again.

  “No! You foolish girl! Wait for me!” Khajiit said as Clementine rushed forward, “I still need to summon them!” he shouted, and she ignored him.

  For what it was worth, Ninya’s eyes didn’t even widen at all as the psychotic woman tried to stab at her with one of the stilettos from her back. Yet, Calvaria swung her sword in an upward arc, nearly clipping Clementine’s face.

  Anna pulled her back her back, and pced herself in front of Ninya as Nabe fired a spell at Khajiit. Khajiit seemed distracted with something, an undead something as she did so. The bolt of low-tier lightning hit a wall of bones, or rather, a leg of a skeletal dragon.

  It rose into focus and roared a mighty challenge to the magic caster. Nabe simply scoffed. Anna looked on; a bit conflicted on what to do next for but the smallest of microseconds. She turned around, grabbed Ninya, and rushed to the back of the clearing near where Hamsuke y in wait.

  Clementine saw this and rushed forth once again after she had reared back from the attack she herself had unched. She was fast, fast for a level thirty person. Yet, when met with the stats of a level one-hundred pyer, she was no match.

  Calvaria simply stepped forward and swung both of her swords in a scissoring motion. The edges gliding past each other as the assassin that they were aiming for, leaning back with a grimace. She was frustrated and confused. Who was this bitch, and how was she this fast?

  “Khajiit, this whore and the little twerp are mine. You can kill the others,” Clementine said, and Khajiit sighed in annoyance.

  He simply raised his orb, and another undead dragon came from somewhere. This time, Nabe had to look up at the sky as she dodged a foreleg from said dragon. The undead dragon looked to be made of an uncountable number of human bones, its eyes simply glowing red dots.

  It was at this time that Calvaria told the others of her pn. As she cast her message spell out, the others listened and obeyed.

  “Nabe, kill those two skeletal dragons. Anna, guard Ninya along with Hamsuke. If Nabe needs aid, supply it,” she spoke with the message spell to Nabe, Anna and Hamsuke, then she shifted the spell to Ninya, “stay there, Anna and Hamsuke will guard you. Anna might leave to aid Nabe if she is in need of it,” she messaged.

  She then spoke aloud. Her voice carried across the whole graveyard-turned-battlefield. Clementine pulled back from her fruitless anger filled strikes to listen. Khajiit simply raised a brow with a scoff as he listened in.

  “I shall be her foe!” Calvaria shouted out as she pointed the tip of her sword at Clementine, and the assassin smirked.

  …

  Clementine curled down, her knees nearly scraping the ground. Her back arching, she looked forward. She pf course hadn’t been fighting like she meant it, till now. She began to cast martial arts upon herself. Yet her foe simply stood there, one sword raised above her head, the other pced behind her.

  It was almost like she had no martial arts to cast. Yet, her speed was as if she had already used some on herself. Yes, that must be it, she must have used them already!

  “I am the great dy Clementine, the one who find out who sent you here,” she stated, yet Calvaria spoke nothing, she simply stood there, prepared and waiting, wanting, “oh, that silence is getting me rather hard…” she whined, and she could swear that she saw the one she thought was called Anna flinch and direct herself toward the former bck scripture member.

  “Ability boost,” and, “Greater ability boost,” “Battle Aura!” she intoned, and then sped forward.

  She rushed forward as if she was a bullet. Her frame blurred in the moonlight. Yet Calvaria saw her, and waited until the right moment. Clementine thought she was already winning. For this version of the undead overlord was much more wise when it came to the perspective of the swordsmen.

  Although, at the same time, Clementine was expecting this. At least, in the way that one would expect a knight to know how to ride a horse, or in the same way one would expect a marine to know how to eat a crayon. It was common sense, yet wisdom all the same.

  Clementine got really close. Her bdes were still near her body, then that was when Calvaria moved. She took a step back, and swung her higher bde around, getting the left sword into an under swing like the right sword. This was to get the assassin to defend from two sides, pulling her attention away.

  “Impenetrable fortress,” Clementine said, and her stilettos blocked the longswords.

  Well, they would have if her enemy was any weaker. After all, this was the world disaster she was facing. The stilettos simply buckled, and her arms flew upward near her head.

  Panic covered her face. She hadn’t expected the martial arts to break. Yet she calmed, and used another. This one was rather good in most situations like this.

  “Flow acceleration,” she said, and time seemed to move slower to her as she sped up.

  Yet the warrior that seemed always one step closer to her, and one step ahead of her simply kept up to the state of time that she saw, and Spartan kicked her as she plopped her feet back on the ground.

  She flew back, just in time to see the massive form of one of the skeletal dragons break and fall apart as the woman known as Anna hit it with her hand axe. The other was sin by a blow from a sheathed sword from Nabe. Both of the dragons were dead, she could tell.

  Khajiit and his men had been sin, he y in a pile of corpses, singed beyond recognition. Nabe herself was smiling, mumbling something about bugs that no one but her could hear.

  It was then that Calvaria stepped on her chest. she heard a crack as pressure was applied. There was little pain at the start, yet when the pressure started to get even higher, it ramped up.

  She then began to try and get free. After all, who wouldn’t? The only way that she was even alive from this was by her power level. The only reason she was alive was that she was level thirty.

  Yet, the pressure stopped. She looked up and saw her, the girl she had tortured. In her hand was a dagger. A pain filled grimace was covering her face. yet, she kneeled down next to her, to the woman that had killed her once already.

  She peered into Clementine’s eyes for a long moment. she saw nothing but an animal, an animal with nothing but pain, no true ort sting legacy to her name. she looked up to Calvaria, and spoke.

  “Her death no longer means anything my dy. My comrades wouldn’t be satisfied with her death,” she stated as if fact.

  Then a crunch was heard, and Clementine knew no more.

  …