MISC: The Girl Who Saved The World Part 9
phillies at 4liberty.net
Tue Nov 24 19:02:37 PST 2015
With profound thanks to Drew Perron for his helpful comments, we
continue the last paragraph.
She could readily have drawn out this conversation for some time yet,
say until I felt comfortable about teleporting out. No such luck.
Valkyria threw her explosive throwing katana. The katana explosion
packs the power density of a starcore weapon. Her team launched a
totally bizarre mixture of high power attacks. Not one of them seemed
to have noticed that if I died I would drop the Namestone, which would
roll back down the Stairs into the Lesser Maze, there to be returned to
the Martyr. Perhaps Valkyria counted on the explosion from her throwing
sword to blast the Namestone free.
I’d forgotten the Screaming Skull, not that he’d said anything to me
yet. Over-focus is very dangerous in combat, but at this point I was
outnumbered close to twenty to one. The Skull used the same moment to
launch his personal attack, the Shower of Total Death. Being attacked
by the League of Nations Elite Team was bad news, but the Skull is a
Lord of Eternity. His attack? It works on people, it works on a tree,
and now I’d see, if it works on me. I’ve actually never been positive
my second level shields do anything. It’s not there are a lot of second
level attacks wandering around to test them against. Shields did fine.
Then Valkyria’s katana hit me. Of course, I’ve seen starcore energy
densities before, the real ones, and my shields worked just fine that
time, too. It’s just I was very tired, the gifts being used against me
were incredibly powerful, and I had to go truly deep to hold my defenses
against all of them at the same time.
For half an instant, the Skull looked surprised. He could tell: I was
not drawing on the Namestone. He’d tried to kill me, and my personal
defenses were good enough to stop his several other words that would not
meet with Mum’s approval attack in its tracks.
I did not give them a second chance. I’d gotten down through enough
levels to hold all my shields, keep slack, smash the teleport blocks,
and teleport out. I flicked my wrist back. Namestone vanished. I
teleported out, far far away, all the way to the Dark Side of the Moon,
then a half dozen fast jumps, one triple cycle loop, and finally a pause
in case someone was following me. I'd ended someplace that looks like
it could be my base. It isn’t, but it looks really basey. Base-like?
Basious? GR, it looks like a high-power persona base. Pursuers who
could track me, a truly rare gift, would see I had stopped moving and
charge after me. I hadn't hurt anyone yet, but if someone followed my
jumps they'd learn how good I am at wrecking things.
That’s very good at wrecking things. Wrecking pursuers, in particular.
I waited until the teleport traces vanished. . I had no pursuers.
Fortunately, traces do not fade by becoming ever fainter. Traces chug
on and then stop dead, gone forever. A few more jumps brought me here,
my own bedroom in my very own house. I must have dropped the Namestone
into its hiding place, stripped out of my garb, and fallen into bed. I
really only remember closing my balcony door.
That brought me to the here and now. I was incredibly thirsty. Stomach
said a solid meal was in order. I rolled out of bed, every muscle
complaining, and padded to my bathroom for a glass of water. I was more
than a bit cold, but water was definitely the first priority. Then I
dropped into my down bathrobe, shoulder and ribs protesting at the
motion, and headed to the kitchen, the night light throwing a feeble
shadow along the stairs in front of me. Down bathrobe? I’d left the
heat pump at low, keeping the house temperature in the mid-50s, enough
to keep pipes from freezing. Yes, I have some neat photographs of the
Pluto ruins, taken with me and camera inside my body field, but right
now my gifts were very definitely turned off. Doing the stairs was
painful. Besides the hand-to-hand combat, the Maze set other physical
and mental challenges, enough to push me to all my limits. Mum had
taught me to be thoughtful and physically vigorous, but endurance and
weight training only take you so far.
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