[b]“We’ll meet together in the Sanctuary and fly off to the Moon after then,” [/b]Yuuki laughed, steam hissing from the vents of her Heavy Arms as they revved themselves up to combat-readiness. And then, the white noise silenced itself, leaving only the sound of her breaths rasping in her ears. Her eyes widened, even as her world narrowed, the entirety of her concentration on the mage before her. That was her win condition: kill the mage that looked like she came from League of Angels.

Long, light brown hair. Blue, arcanic tattoos. A lithe, hourglass figure. A dress that split apart at the center to reveal her thighs. A sword, so Monodextrous Casting.

A wry smile on full lips. Good. It was good to smile.

The Midnight Soloist felt her smile growing as well, as the world came back to her. Newt had summoned her minions, and in response, a single Heavy Arm began to click and churn, gears unlocking, cables reconnecting, parts folding and melding until they became pillars, hammers to smash apart Newt’s petty defenses.

[b]“Chance of luck? That’s a little redundant, isn’t it?”[/b] Yuuki replied, rolling up her sleeves, as her rose-pink eyes flicked back up to the impassive King. [b]“And don’t you enjoy surprises? Or are you the type to pour weed killer over your lawn because all you want is manicured grass?”

“Because, I, for one, love surprises! And that’s why Yuuki does what she does!”[/b]

In that instant, the sounds of gunfire erupted from behind her as outlaws rushed in, guns blazing. With that impromptu signal, the Midnight Soloist dashed forwards, right as the flaming sword conjured by Newt came into existence. In another second, the bladed projectile fired, grazing the black-cloaked player as she homed into her target. The summoned imps, their pitchforks glowing with red heat, were also converging onto her, but she disregarded them.

[b]“Surprise!”[/b]

A click, and then a boom, as the Land Demolisher’s hammer smashed into Yuuki’s boots mid-stride. In an instant, she was blown forwards, flying past the imps and narrowly dodging the swing of a berserker. Somersaulting through the air, her two Heavy Arms extending to their maximum length of two meters to sweep and catch the fragile mage.

[b]“GOOD LUCK!”[/b]

After all, Rocket Lancer was the one closest to those random berserkers now.