- 61 HP
MAX 106 HP
- 65 EN
MAX 100 EN
- 20 STK
Dissonance
Location: Zone 6
Moving from Z2 to Z6
-15 EN for critical attack
-10 HP from dissonance damage
-10 HP from tentacle burst
-10 HP from acid pool
-5 HP from acid rain
+1 dissonance stack for attacking
Despite the fact the battle raged on and required his attention, Yukisa eventually broke and turned towards @Portia Ahrens . Time froze as he looked at her, his head swirling with words he wanted to say… or was it something else that made him this dizzy? Either way, he desperately wanted to get matters off of his chest before time continued to flow.
Through his blurry vision, that could have been caused by anything from tears to effort, he looked at her with a gaze that reflected a pain both physical and mental.
“Rushi, I-” he began saying, but before the most important word could leave his mouth, the ground began shaking beneath him, and his already tired legs could just barely maintain his balance. Strange cultists appeared out of seemingly nowhere, appearing to be nothing but hollow shells.
Unlike Portia, who of course immediately rushed to fight the new threat (likely having missed his short words), Yukisa was frozen in place, paralyzed by both frustration and a strange weakness stirring within him. He felt like his body was becoming jelly, melting into the squishy ground beneath him, and the crushing feeling of misery didn’t help with that.
In what felt like a flash to Yuki were the cultists defeated, and only then did he regain the strength to move again. And just as he did so, he noticed that small tentacles had burst from his old friend’s skin, likely causing her quite a bit of pain.
Eyes wide with horror and concern, he mustered what little determination he had left and quickly followed Portia, as well as the eye, into the pool of acid, biting his lip from the combined pain of scorching and the pus boils that began festering on his skin.
Big mistake.
Just as he entered within earshot, the boils he collected burst, causing him to wail in pain and fall to his knees. Tentacles emerged from them, coiling around each of his limbs as well as his neck, almost suffocating him.
Yet regardless of the pain, he still lifted his gaze to the white-haired female before wobbly rising to his feet.
“I’m sorry… for everything,” he told her in a small voice and hoped she could hear. Then, before she could reply, he weakly lifted his spear, rushing at the eye one more time. The attack had no force behind it… but at least it had heart.
Critical attack on Titanius Gaze
19 (Roll) + 10 (Common Weapon) + 15 (Proficient Pierce) x2 (Vulnerability) = 68
Tracker /
Roll
Target: 8,189 / 16,666 HP