Chapter 420: Ace in the Sleeve

Chapter 420: Ace in the Sleeve

A clowder of Noxes ran the edge structures of the paradox cube, crumbling walls along the way. As an additional result of the leveling up, not only did the familiar gain the ability to swarm, but each individual member had the same destructive power as the group. While Gleam and Dallion had been focusing on limiting Vends reach, Nox had slowly been moving closer and closer, slowly destroying the terrain in the process. This was part of Dallions long-term strategyreduce the places Vend could go to up to the point that it wouldnt matter how many instances he created. In effect, everything Dallion had done so far, even the seemingly reckless line attacks, and Luxs destructive involvement, were with that purpose in mind. Now, finally, the results were starting to show.

Cocoon! Dallion ordered.

Immediately, the armadil shield extended, forming a metal sphere around him. Moments later, a series of flying knives bounced off the hard external surface.

Nice play, one of the knives said, as it bounced off.

Theres always next time, another added.

Despite his present state, Dallion couldnt help but smile. There were a lot of things he imagined about this fight. Being taunted by throwing knives wasnt one of them.

While waiting, Dallion attempted to raise his arms. Part of his muscles still felt sore, making it feel as if he were moving through jelly. However, he was at least able to move them freely now. It wasnt much, but enough to allow him to hold a sword adequately.

Youre not ready, Harp said.

Not ready to fight him? Dallion asked. I dont have a lot of choice. The trial wont end until I defeat him.

Youre not ready to use line strikes. Youve learned the ability, but even with my help you have to train a lot more.

Ill have to use line attacks in the wilderness. Thats the entire point.

Thats why Im telling you that youre not ready. You can do one strike, possibly two. If you attempt a third, even Lux wont be able to keep you conscious.

And falling unconscious on the battlefield is the same as death. I know.

All the harpsiswords strings vibrated, displaying her discontent. As always, she was concerned for Dallions life well beyond the realms. The scary part was that in some regards, she knew him better than he knew himself. Up to a moment ago, he hadnt even considered using line attacks in the real world. However, he also realized that once the trial was over, it was likely he would have. That was an attack too powerful to ignore, even if it still had serious drawbacks. Regarding his immediate challenge, though, it was out of the question. Dallion didnt have the strength to go for a third strike. His battle against Vend was going to have to be far more traditional.

Ready, Onda? Dallion asked. Ill need you in a bit.

Finally! The guardian sounded way too eager.

When I throw you, I want you to follow a curve. Vend wont be caught in a direct attack, so you might have to do a few ricochets to reach him.

I dont think Ill hit him even with an indirect attack. The guy simply is too good.

He is, though, not that good. By now hes realized that Im aiming to limit his movement. However, he wont be able to protect both himself and the surrounding terrain. Aim for his feet. If he runs off, just hit it as hard as you can and tell me. Ill summon you back.

There was a moment of silence.

Youre crazy devious sometimes, Onda said. This was probably the best compliment he had ever given Dallion. Sadly, Dallion saw something that the guardian didnt: now that Vend knew what the battle plan was, hed adjust, which meant he would stop fighting from behind, but would engage in a swift attack.

You can wait him out, Vihrogon suggested.

Thats right, and not trusting you when Im supposed to is a betrayal against myself as well. Dallion removed the shield from his arm and summoned his initial buckler. I dont want you to win the battle for me, just even the odds, so I can.

Harp was the first to emerge. The nymph stood beside Dallion, a four-foot saber made of water in her hand. The dryad was next, wearing his usual light armor of a sword marshal. Unlike the nymph, Vihrogon immediately split into a hundred instances, significantly surpassing those of Vent. Not for long, though. There was another massing combat split, only this time it was Vent who had added a hundred instances to the scene. The ultimate split fight had begun.

Split-fighting was always a weird thing. Dallion had only marginally experienced it so far, mostly as an observer when Vihrogon had faced the last of the World Sword guardians. Back then, Dallions only goal was to disrupt one of the instances of the enemy, so that Vihrogon could gain the advantage with his instances and break down the others defenses.

In reality, wiping an instance from existence didnt cause any damage; what it did was eliminate part of the options for the party involved. Remove one weak link and suddenly several instances had a much greater range of flexibility, and in turn eliminate even more instances. Dallion and his dryad guardian were doing precisely that, attempting to outplay their opponent in a vast game of chess. Meanwhile, Harps only goal was to defend Dallion in the time between instances. That was a good strategy, especially since Vend had several attempts to break Dallions instances, thus shifting the distribution of power on the field.

Not bad, Vend said. Youve put everything on the line for this.

Daggers were flying all about like rain: a dozen thrown every second by every instance of Vend. All of them had one single targetDallion. That wasnt fair by any stretch of the imagination. However, fairness wasnt the point. Vend didnt need an instance to survive, he needed one to manage to deal damage to Dallion at a low enough cost. And on one occasion, he managed to do just that.

MINOR WOUND

Your health has been decreased by 5%

MINOR STRIKE

Dealt Damage is increased by 10%

Two red rectangles appeared in unison as both Vend and Dallion got injured. Normally, that was supposed to be to Dallions advantage. However, after a few moments it became obvious that Lux was incapable of restoring his health.

A friendly piece of adviceyoure not the only one with fancy weapons, Vend said.

A second dagger made its way dangerously close, but this time Harp reacted, slicing it in two before it could deal any damage.

Dallions heart froze. Although the dagger was only broken in an instance, he felt the pain as if it were real.

Dont break them! Dallion shouted to Harp. Just deflect.

The nymph looked at him with a look expressing nothing but deep sadness then obeyed. She wasnt going to destroy any items in this fight, even if she very well could.

Youll have serious difficulties following that path, Vend said, while pushing on. He had started to slowly retreat, pushed back by the combined instances of his opponents, but despite that was still attempting to sink as many daggers in Dallion as possible. Even the dryads chosen fell in the end.

Dallion didnt respond, even if he found it amusing that Vend was tempting him to betray the Green Moon during a trial that dealt with betrayal, among other things. Gritting his teeth, he kept fighting on, guiding each of his instances in such a fashion as to slowly chip away at his opponents advantage. It was starting to look like victory would be his. At this point, Dallion was fighting on will alone. Pain and fatigue had long become a thing of the past, his only focus was to achieve victory. Just when it was almost in his grasp, Vends instances suddenly vanished.

What happened? Dallion asked. Did any of you do anything?

It was unlike Vend to have such a low exhaustion threshold.

Thinking the same thing, the dryad attacked the lieutenant with three dozen instances. In a sudden blur of motion, all of them vanished. For a split-second Dallion thought he could see multiple instances of Vends arms performing multiple actions, as if they had multiplied.

Sorry, Dal. Vend took a step forward. There are still a few tricks that I only shared with Eury.