Cosmos Fairchild
Demonic Server - Rose Cross Gate
11/16/2026
Monday - Afternoon
---The presence outside shifts ever so slightly in it's movements.
The advent of Silly-Go-Round is one that often makes opponent's pause; the ability to fight effectively relies just as much on unconscious thought as it does conscious thought, the body has to be able to trust it's own instincts in order to succeed, but this auto skill was one that robbed them of that, or rather...
It plays it against itself.
Right is left, left is right, up is down, down is up.
Consciousness must make up for it, active thought must return to movements, a period of disorientation and confusion where one has to figure out exactly what is going on now. It's an auto-skill that is close to the pure ideal of an auto-skill, something simple that nevertheless shifts the course of battle, and-
"..."
Indeed.
The shadow outside certainly seems to shift in it's demeanor. The spike of aggression fades, a feeling of mild confusion emerging from beneath the storm of chains that also seemed to have taken up residence inside of this thing's thoughts. Yes, while you couldn't figure out it's physical form very well, the mind of your opponent was surprisingly open to your sixth sense, emotions coming across loud and clear now that it's taken up an aggressive stance towards the three of you, really...
It's almost too loud.
You're not exactly telepathic after all... Your sixth sense is a top tier one, but it's still a natural sense, something that most people have to one degree or another, but this...
It's almost like the shadow is unknowingly broadcasting things to you.
Nevertheless...
No time to think about that now.
---Lasers punch holes in the ceiling and walls, sending dust and debris scattering around you and your comrades as the target is chased without mercy. The storm winds of the outside world return instantly, ripping off most of the roof as nature finally gets a firm grasp on the fragile works of mankind with all the unrepentant force of a hurricane.
Of course it doesn't matter, for all eyes are locked on the target in the sky.
---It blips.
---It fades.
---It reappears.
Having seemingly chosen not to attack again right away, the shade instead decides to focus on the lights trailing on it's location, and...
---It's shocking good at this.
It's form moves away from you, backwards, leaping through time and space as if to escape the plasma bolts trying to cut it down from the sky. Of course he can't do so, the lights will trail him until their energy burns away to nothing, but as you watch in anticipation at the shade's dance through the sky, it's little hops and zips that seem to account even for those lights that try to circle around and pierce him from behind...
---You notice what he's doing a moment before he does it.
Lights gather at a single point, timing's manipulated by the shade to become simultaneous.
It dodges past them.
They follow him, trailing behind his form as he dashes for you again, clearly going for the oldest trick in the book when it came to dealing with tracking attacks, but-
"No. I don't think I'll let you do that."
Daniel steps in front of you, voice soft but piercing even inside of this storm.
A knife flashes in his hand, cutting through the winds.
Cutting through the rains.
---The opponent vanishes, intent on having your attack ram both Daniel and you.
Cutting through light.
Sixty-three shots meet his blade.
Fifty-three shots are scattered away from you both.
Ten are fired deflected right back at the enemy at it reappears, so cleanly it's more like machine-gun fire then a scatter shot.
"...Tch-!"
The opponent lets out a grunt of pain, but-
"Caught you."
-before he can finish, a hand grabs his face.
Daniel's hand, as the NWAB member leapt off of the ground and slammed the shadow into the dirt with considerable force, momentum of their collective movements carrying them a good thirty or so meters away.
---It's a little impressive.
Deflection and grappling in one series of movements, but perhaps that is to be expected of an NWAB agent?
Alas...
Things are never so simple as to end right here, after all-
Another attack comes.
From the side.
Without warning-
-a black knight, emerging with insane momentum (as if he had launched himself here instantly from somewhere else) presence completely unknown up till now (a shocker, considering you had sensed the other one) but-
"Guh-!"
In spite of that, Aesop blocks it.
A crimson katana meets a black long-sword, and she blocks it.
Which is why...
It's surprising when it seems to cut her anyway.
The blade makes no contact with her body, but crimson erupts on her leg, and with it-
She is unable to brace herself against the knight properly.
Blade locked with blade, she is launched through the side wall, knight practically running her over, but-
"..."
As it passes you.
"...!"
It almost seems surprised for a moment.
Just for a moment.
---And then they're both gone, through the last remaining wall of the building and into the forest outside.
Three on one is starting to become something else...