7.32 – First Assignment III

7.32 – First Assignment III

She couldn't actually die here, Natalie reminded herself, but it was a hard thing to keep in mind while fighting a bloodthirsty monster.

The beast was bear-like, roughly, with dark orange fur that was filthy and matted. It stood as tall as Natalie and was many times bulkier. Vicious curved black claws swiped with surprising speed, and even Natalie was finding it difficult to keep it in check with sheer strength. It was dumb, though, and relatively easy to outmaneuver. Though its thick hide and bulk absorbed her hammer blows with only grunts and staggers, rather than broken bones.

Maybe it was better that she didn't keep her partial immortality in mind, she briefly mused. Fighting for one's life provided no small amount of motivation. Besides, she could still feel pain, and being disemboweled by massive claws would be an extremely uncomfortable experience, even if the Arena would somehow ... put her back together at the end.

It was the fourth round of combat. The first had been outright trivial for delvers of her and Vanetta's skill level. The second and third had been simple as well, though increasingly less so. Only now, on the fourth round, had the difficulty raised to the extent she wouldn't call the fights easy anymore.

Not hard though. If she were to pick a word, it would be ... routine. Blood pounded in her ears, and her heart raced as she went through that deadly dance with her opponent, but it was nothing she found frightening. She didn't even need to tap into her mana-based skills.

Vanetta had claimed the majority of finishing blows in their duo, but Natalie had the pleasure this time. [Valentine] crushed into the bear-like beast's skull, and without a sound, it crumpled into the floor and went still. A second blow, an executioner's strike, ensured the fight was over. Sure enough, the corpse evaporated, leaving neither core nor Token behind.

They caught their breath, briefly, as two stone pillars emerged from the ground. Continue or forfeit, as the choices had gone each time before. The Arena was kind enough to let them recover between rounds. Only for a few minutes though.

"So," Natalie said. "Time to talk about it."

They hadn't finished their earlier discussion, on when they should call it quits. The fights hadn't warranted it; they were certain they'd be able to take on the next round, assuming the jump in difficulty wasn't astronomical. So they'd kept going. With this medium-difficulty fight, though, it was technically possible they lost by some unlucky fluke on the next, Natalie had decided, and so they had to address it. Or ought to address it.

"Talk about it?" Vanetta asked, though the sideways glance told Natalie she knew what she was referencing.

"Not saying that was hard," Natalie said. "Haven't even had to pull out basic skills yet, much less my heavy hitters." Vanetta seemed interested in that; she hadn't seen [Smite], only her illusions. "But it's getting there. And some unlucky misstep might end up with one of us dead." Especially Vanetta, the rogue. She was unbelievably skilled, but she was frail. All it would take was one wrong move. "So. Yeah. We should talk about it."

"I guess you're right."

"Besides," Vanetta said. "If we really do give up, we've gotta get farther than this. The stake counts for a big portion of the reward, so we have to make up for it in rounds."

Except they might end up paying out along with getting deep into the Arena, if they weren't careful. But like before, Vanetta had to know that. So Natalie just asked, "You sure?"

The rogue walked up and pressed the button to continue, which was answer enough.

The next fight was brutal. The [Crystalline Seraph] was an angelic being made out of stained glass, and it tore into them with twin blades. It was both a well-suited and a horribly-suited fight for Natalie: the former, because its glass body was weak to blunt attacks, and the latter, because it was fast, agile, and its long dual-wielded blades had nearly the same reach as her massive warhammer.

Still, they made it through, completing round six. About an hour had passed. Natalie was aching all over, and she was bleeding from several cuts—some of them deep. She missed having a [Healer] on standby. For now, they relied on healing potions, but only enough to stop the bleeding. No point in wasting valuable resources for a non-lethal fight.

"It's a gamble to go again," Natalie said. "One not in our favor." The last fight had already been a gamble. They'd eked out the victory using all their skills. Even Vanetta had pulled out something new: she'd grabbed a nearby shadow and had slashed with it, somehow, dealing serious damage. Natalie would have been interested in talking about the ability with her if she wasn't exhausted and woozy from blood loss. "Do we call it?"

Vanetta hesitated. She looked away, cheeks flushing. "We can handle one more."

No, Natalie didn't think they could. And Vanetta had to know that too. The next fight would be even harder, and they were weak from their injuries. They would almost certainly lose.

Maybe Vanetta wasn't too worried about paying off their stake after all? Or was it determination and a need to prove herself, the reckless sort of competitive spirit that was common in Tenet delvers? Either way, Vanetta walked up and pressed the button to continue.

Natalie doubted they'd be surviving the seventh round. She would do her best, but she suspected Vanetta had just deliberately chosen to pay their stake. Which meant, soon, they would be ...

Well. She put that out of her mind. She had a fight to focus on.

Taking a deep breath, she rallied herself one more time.