86: Way Too Fast
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tami, this ce is simr to that ruin we found in the mist ce,” Dawn said, pulling me back from staring at my character sheet.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” I blinked, staring uprehendingly at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Giving a little sigh of affectionate frustration, she gestured to the hallway we were in. “It’s an Aurelling tunnel of some description. Same as those ruins. Which means that the legion barracks we just came from was probably built here with knowledge of this ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kimmy, who had been quietly listening until now, perked up. “Oh! I overheard one of the schrs the steward hired saying something about the shipment manifests. He was saying how strange it was that the legion needed so much paper, ink, and cleaning equipment. Makes a lot more sense when you consider that the Aurellings were like, way oldpared to the Parcosian Empire. Maybe they were studying the ce?”
<span style="font-weight:400">As interesting as the origins of the damp, musty passageway were, I zoned out of the conversation in favour of staring at my character sheet. I was level 38 now, and things were looking a teensy tiny bit neglected.
<span style="font-weight:400">My stats were a little… all over the ce. I’d maybe forgotten to assign any points since level 31 or so, and uh… yeah. Wow. I now had 210 attribute points to ce. That was just over a third of the total points I’d ever gained from levels because of the way CORA did leveling. I think <i><span style="font-weight:400">exponential</i><span style="font-weight:400"> was the word.
<span style="font-weight:400">God, that was so many points to spend. But what if…
<span style="font-weight:400">Surreptitiously, I nced at Dawn, making sure she was still talking to Kimmy, then quietly shoved 105 attribute points into Strength, and 105 attribute points into Speed. There we go! Problem solved.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">OH god. OH GOD. TAMI. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. BALANCE IT OUT MORE OR YOU’LL… FUCKING HELL! WITH YOUR GAUNTLETS, YOU HAVE—</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I swiped away the notification with a grin, and went to look at my— oh. Huh. I wonder how fast 1426 speed would be? That was the total after revving my gauntlet’s engines, which increased my total speed by forty percent and my strength by twenty.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, just to be safe, I opened my ability editor and skipped over to the long forgotten Momentum Transference skill I’d made so long ago. Okay… I could do this.
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes immediately went blurry under the sudden weight of so many options for nodes. Fuck. Um…
<span style="font-weight:400">Careful not to disturb the lore nerds, I muttered under my breath, “Show me all the nodes that allow me to shift or alter velocity and kic energy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">To my delight, talking to my menu turned out to be a thing I could do! Things moved and shifted, until several were erged and highlighted, while the unimportant nodes dimmed and shrank.
<span style="font-weight:400">One in particr caught my eye, and I opened it to have a read of the description.
<b><i>Velocity Siphon.</i></b><b><i>
</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">This node allows for the collection of movement energy for use within an ability.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay, that was exactly what I needed. I already had ways to convert my movement into lightning, because of my race, but this would give me a lot more options. Which, speaking of, it was time to look at the Storm skill tree again. I bet there was all kinds of fun shit to unlock now.
<span style="font-weight:400">I had more than enough lightning spells, but there was more to a storm than the sh.
<b><i>Dark Clouds.</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">
</i><i><span style="font-weight:400">Allows for the creation of storm clouds when the environment and atmosphere can support them.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Wait, hadn’t I already created some clouds a few times? Had that just been a side effect of my abilities? Strange.
<b><i>Adaptive Darkness.</i></b><b><i>
</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">Shadows you create can buff friendly targets or debuff enemies. Effects are variable based on the intensity, size, energy, and power of the shadow.</i>
<b><i>Foreboding Pressure.</i></b><b><i>
</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">Fear inducing debuff. When used on other yers, it simtes physiological effects of fear only.</i>
<b><i>Rolling Awe.</i></b><b><i>
</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">Inspiring buff. When used on other yers, it induces effects simr to adrenaline and confidence boosting substances.</i>
<b><i>Staggering Thunder.</i></b><b><i>
</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">Micro-stun debuff requiring a sound-based activation node. Fixed time of 0.2 seconds. Increases intensity of debuffs already applied to enemies. Radius of debuff dependant on intensity of input sound/ability.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Satan’s sumptuous slippery nipples. This was going to be a whole lot of fun to work with.
<span style="font-weight:400">****
<span style="font-weight:400">We crept as quietly as possible through the hallway, following the path that the steelden carts would have taken if we’d not fucked up their handlers. The further we went, the stranger things became.
<span style="font-weight:400">The explosions were an ongoing thing, but the echoes of shouted instructions and the nk of metal on stone were new. Oh, and there was the little detail of the nking footsteps heading our way. It was hard to tell how far out they were, but the worker who had escaped had evidently done his duty. Too bad this lightning demon had a whole bunch of new toys it wanted to try out.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rounding a corner in therge, ancient passage, the sounds of mustering troops suddenly became less of an echo and more of a reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">For the first time during my adventures in CORA, we came face to face with real Pagutum soldiers. Not random auxiliaries, nor yers who''d chosen the faction of bigotry, or even spies with arm bands. Nah, these were honest to god Pagutum regrs.
<span style="font-weight:400">Their armour was on the lighter side. ck leather sewn together with red stitching, and steel tes to cover the most exposed areas. Over the top of the functional portion of the armour, they wore a tabard of a radiant purple and red eye set against a nk field of dark grey. Finally, leather reinforced peacoats protected them from snow that didn''t exist anywhere close to our current location.
<span style="font-weight:400">As one, the Pags came to a halt, while an imperious looking woman with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun eyed us up. Unlike the others, she was without a sallet helm. Her shoulders also sported gently glowing red and purple stitching. She had to be some sort of officer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Barely missing a beat, I drew my fist back, ignited my gauntlet''s engines, and punched forward. Stormcloud and lightning twisted together into a spiral and rushed forward, mming into the woman. Sound cracked, reverberating in the enclosed space. As one, the enemy froze. It was just a tiny moment, but it was satisfying all the same. Until, that is, I saw that the woman had blocked my attack with a spell shield.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Whoa, that was cool!" Kimmy muttered from behind me. I hoped she was talking about the lightning and not the casual shield that could block my spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">Golden light swirled up around me, whispering and warm as it embraced my hands. Magical power flooded into me, and Kimmy said, “Do it again Tami!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Striking my fists together, I took two skipping steps and wound my fist back to throw another Storm Beam. At the same time, the mage officerdy was shifting sideways, one hand pointed out towards me. Red energy mmed into a hastily created golden shield, snaking over to create a beautiful sunset glow.
<span style="font-weight:400">My beam missed the mage, since she’d sidestepped my shot, but that just left her troops open to the full force of my lightning. Moisture from the clouds coated their armour, skin, and the short sabers they wielded. Sparks arced between them all, and I supercharged the air with the final flick of my wrist that finished the spell. Thunder roared, lightning cracked like a whip, and half a dozen Pags were thrown backwards, smoking and screaming.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn rushed past me the moment my spell had finished, an attack of her own rising in foreboding waves of heat over her hand. A rapidfire hail of fireballs rushed out to strike the enemy soldiers, but only a few got through. The rest struck the hastily erected shields of the mage.
<span style="font-weight:400">She huffed in frustration, and turned to me like, <i><span style="font-weight:400">Well? Are you going to go and punch her for me?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Rolling my eyes, I turned back towards the squad of Pagutum soldiers and crouched, building momentum. Focusing my gaze, I zeroed in on the mage, then spread my awareness out to epass therge passage we were in. Did this count as a ce that could sustain a storm cloud? Only one way to find out, I guess.
<span style="font-weight:400">The officer woman had already begun to bolster herrades, and with an order, she called, “Cut the inhuman scum down, men. Let’s get back before they leave without us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aye, Magicer!” they chanted as one, stepping forward to carry out her orders.
<span style="font-weight:400">Their charge had barely reached two meters forward when thick mist began to swirl into existence throughout the hallway. Oh hell yes! It was working! Unfortunately, my mana was less than adequate for the job of forcing clouds into the hallway. It wasn’t like I used it for much else, so I guess that was okay.
<span style="font-weight:400">In a sh of lightning, I was among the mist, my fist connecting with something hard. It held, for just the barest moment, then shattered in a spray of red mana. I saw a sh of terrified, whitened eyes, and then blood burst in all directions.
<span style="font-weight:400">Crack, crack, crack. Broken bones, demolished scraps of armour, and the thunderous boom of sound that my shockwave created. Everything was a blur, and then suddenly, I hit something <i><span style="font-weight:400">very</i><span style="font-weight:400"> hard. Chips and chunks of stone flew everywhere, and my arm went instantly numb. Surprisingly, it didn’t break, at least ording to my health sheet.
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh, nevermind. It didn’t break because I was funneling self-imposed kic energy back into my aura of lightning. So, right at that moment, the world was seething with sparks of wild electricity.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dazed, I tried to pull back to look around, but my arm was stuck in the wall. God fucking damn it. Hissing with effort, I braced a foot on the shattered stone wall and pulled as hard as I could. More stone crumbled away from the poor, abused masonry, and I looked down at my gauntlet with mounting sadness.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d just ruined my gauntlet. My poor rocket gauntlet was in pieces!
<span style="font-weight:400">Pouting, I turned back to look at my girlfriend, my friend, and the carnage that had once been an entire squad of Pagutum soldiers. “Dawn! I broke my punchy…”