As Toru and Elvis pressed deeper into the compound, the exhaustion began to take a toll on Toru. The relentless pace and inadequate rest had left him feeling drained, his body protesting with each step. Despite his fatigue, he pressed on, driven by the urgency of their mission. Elvis, however, seemed to move with effortless grace and unflagging energy, his movements as precise and fluid as ever. He urged Toru to keep moving, a testament to his resilience and focus on their objective.
They navigated through a labyrinthine series of corridors and rooms until they arrived at a large, imposing hallway. The air was thick with tension, and at the far end of the corridor, the objective loomed. A figure with an intimidating presence blocked their path, his posture exuding confidence and readiness for battle.
“You made it, but it all ends here,” the man declared with a sneer. He was armed with two blades—one long and one short, both gleaming ominously. His introduction was as sharp as his weaponry. “My name is Heisig. I'll dig your grave!”
Toru assessed Heisig’s capabilities with a keen eye. The man’s proficiency in Bladecraft was evident from the precision and control he exhibited. His Science proficiency, Bladecraft (B+), indicated a high level of skill in weapon mastery, but the cognitive abilities he possessed remained unknown.
Without warning, Heisig launched a blade at high speed. Toru’s tired state impeded his reaction time, and he struggled to perceive the attack. Fortunately, Elvis, ever vigilant and agile, intercepted the blade with practiced ease, preventing any significant harm. The clash of metal against metal was a stark reminder of the danger they faced.
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“Not bad,” Heisig acknowledged, his tone laced with a mix of respect and challenge. He and Elvis began to circle each other, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance. Heisig's attacks were swift and relentless, but Elvis’s unpredictability and reflexes made it difficult for Heisig to land a decisive blow.
The battle escalated as Heisig demonstrated a new tactic. He released his blades, which hovered around him, defying gravity. These blades spun with extreme velocity, forming a defensive shield that also posed a deadly threat to anyone who dared to approach. The spinning blades created a whirlwind of danger, making it nearly impossible to get close to Heisig.
Toru tried to intervene by shooting at him, but the bullets were ineffective against the man’s armor. The trial’s firearms were intentionally toned down in power, a fact that limited their effectiveness. The bullets merely bounced off, contributing little to their effort.
“Nice try,” Heisig taunted as he hurled a dagger toward Toru. The projectile was expertly aimed, but Elvis once again demonstrated his impressive reflexes by catching the dagger mid-flight.
“Toru, leave it to me,” Elvis said with determination, his eyes locked on Heisig. The assurance in his voice was both a comfort and a challenge. He was ready to take charge of the fight, and Toru, despite his fatigue, knew that Elvis’s skill and focus were their best hope for overcoming this formidable adversary.
With the stakes high and the objective within reach, Elvis prepared to engage Heisig fully, while Toru, though weary, readied himself for the next phase of their battle. The outcome of this confrontation would determine not just their immediate success, but also their ability to secure the objective and emerge victorious from this grueling trial.