Ten meters by ten meters, the supply room was not as large as I would have preferred to be wielding a great sword but I had to make due since she clearly had no intention of letting me escape without a fight. Mist started enveloping all around me, until it reached my coated or the sword then the whole cloud would disperse making the woman grunt in pain. Flying towards me she screeched while moving her fingers subtly pulling the mist like puppeteer. Spreading my knees further apart I got into the ready stance Agatha used. Wait until the timing is perfect, the key to heavy weapons isn't over powering your opponent. The key is timing, the weapon will do the heavy lifting in terms of power and damage, you just need to get it into the right spot to let it do those things for you. Precision. That is the key to bigger weapons especially when in close quarters like this.
She approached with impressive speed across the room, knowing she was expecting the overhand stroke I waited until she was almost on top of me before dropping down and spinning backwards, using the momentum of the spinning great sword I stabbed forward towards the woman, she placed her hand on top of the blade and pushed herself over the top. The tip falling down from the power of her push causing the wisp of her tail to graze the swords tip. As she floated over the weapon she opened her hand, blue mist constricted around my ankles and neck throwing me off balance, multiple other lines of mist tried to grip my body but the plates would just dispel them when they tried to whip around me. Moving her arm around at blinding speed she swung for my face, throwing my head back quickly her sharpened nails missed by millimeters. Throwing my shoulder forward as I whipped my head back around I attempted to shoulder check her. Smiling she tightened the mist around my neck while simultaneously spreading the mist of her body out dodging my shoulder while also not moving. In the blink of an eye the mist reorganized itself covering my whole arm shoulder down. Frost started creeping down my body as the mist turned a lighter shade of blue.
Familiar magic started to envelope me, cold affinity magic swirled around and through my body as she tried to freeze me to the bone. Unlucky for her it looked like frost was her close range strategy, thinking fast I ripped my arm out and acted like I could no longer use it due to the cold damage. Smirking she flew towards the side of my body that was left uninjured and opened her mouth wide. Knowing what was about to come and waiting until the last moment, she began to draw in a deep breath. Leaning down and forward as if crippled from the pain I switched to a back hand grip on the sword and spun around flicking my wrist at the last second to pull the blade to mid section height. Mist enclosed on my neck tried to stop my motion, less tight then before, seemingly like she has trouble focusing on both aspects of screaming or blue mist at once. Trailing behind me in a side swipe arc the blade cut straight through her abdomen sending blue mist and black liquid flying in every direction. The liquid stayed hovering in the air before rushing straight towards the great sword. Suddenly the sword felt lighter in my grasp and the woman was flickering between blue mist and skin much slower and much more randomly. Holding onto her stomach she was not fatally wounded but intensely injured.
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Raising her hand showed she had another wound from pushing down the weapon during the last exchanged. Standing across the room from each other we reassed the situation, she was staring at the sword with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. I kept finding myself focusing on her mouth knowing that range was the main concern. Deciding not to waste the time I pressed the advantage rushing her with a flurry of strikes. She deftly dodged each attack with her eyes jumping from each slice before I even began to strike. Finishing an over hand she opened her hand and cut into my chest with her long blue tipped nails leaving a trail of four long slashes over the top of my new breastplate. Using the confusion from why her attack fell flat I front kicked during a moment of transition between her physical and ethereal forms. Slamming hard against the door she opened her arms to either side and clutched her chest hard while groaning. Taking the moment given,
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"Are you here by choice?" I asked while running my fingers over my breastplate in horror at what they could have meant if the armor wasn't there
With a deep scratchy voice she answered, "No, this is a personalized hell, I don't want to these things, but after all this time I accepted my destined fate"
Leaping towards me I raised the blade in defense, her hands sunk deep into the blade with her nails over hanging the weapon,
"What if I could free you from this fate? Destiny is a crock of shit anyways" Leaning further into her hands her facial expression showed hesitation.
"The only freedom you could give me would be true death"
"I think I have a better idea" White runes of insane complexity started to swirl and change shape around us as we stayed lock in a test of strength,
"Instead of true death" Shoving her off the blade with all my strength the runes enclosed around the floating monster,