Shuugetsu Heika
Starlight Academy - Town C
Monday - Morning
"Tch... You are the one who's getting in my way, dumbass..."
Strangely annoyed for having been 'saved', Agnethe mutters a couple of additional curse words under her own breath. Truth to be told, she never had any intentions to dodge the bullet, because she felt no real need to do so. Small adjustments would have been enough to prevent it from hitting in a vital spot, and thus avoid being eliminated instantly. However, even a strong combatant would not be able to dismiss the resulting wound as something of little importance, especially in a race, where being able to keep moving properly is crucial to succeed. It is then than one begins to notice that Grieser's psyche is distorted, for she constantly puts herself in harm's way just to experience the thrill only extreme pain can bring. Normally, the sensation of pain students feel is greatly diminished to the point that, so long as one's body remains functional, one can recover from almost any attack. This is possible thanks to the pain inhibitors that work alongside the student's Folding Jacket. But... There are those that have found or been taught how to disable them, opening their eyes to a different battlefield, one where one's life feels always at risk, even if, in the end, real bodies are never at risk. Agnethe is one of those individuals. But, above all, Agnethe is also a masochist, so being denied the 'pleasure of pain' has been enough to wipe the last traces of 'good mood' that remained within her.
---As evidenced by the 'ugly' yet powerful noise that drives your attention towards the 'presumed' position of the sniper.
After firing twice, the bot did the smart thing and broke into a sprint to reach a more favorable position as soon as possible. Little did he know his body, alongside two of the upper floors of the building where he was hiding, would be suddenly smashed by the force of the massive wrecking ball that is Grieser's Miracle. Being able to alter its size at will is a simple yet useful ability to have, and it appears that there are little restrictions on how big it can actually get. On the other hand, it is safe to say it cannot grow smaller than the size of a tennis ball, which has proved to be more than enough to sneak past the buildings that would have otherwise acted as obstacles for anyone down the hill. Yes, in the blink of an eye, with a heavy crashing sound that resembles an explosion, the red-haired girl from the Russian Institute sets the score 2-1.
"An artist, huh? Well, I guess that explains why every word that escapes your mouth sounds like non-sense. Enlighten me: Do you have any idea of how we're going to get to the top of the hill in under a minute?"
Stripped of all physical enhancement formulas, victory seems to have already left your grasp. Even if you take the shortest route -which would naturally require more physical effort- and put all you have into it, it's likely that you won't be able to reach the goal in time. But, what are you supposed to do then...? Stand here and admit defeat, perhaps blame it all on someone else? Or should you fight on and challenge the odds recklessly, knowing that defeat awaits at the end of the road?
Or maybe you can come up with a way to solve this puzzle by thinking outside the box, and create a method to make the impossible possible. To create what human beings call 'a miracle'.
Regardless, you appear have reached the critical point of this brief trial. Whatever goes on during the next dozen seconds will most assuredly determine whether you emerge victorious or are sent straight to 'jail'.
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Originally Posted by Bird of Hermes
