Sayanastia the Dark Dragon did not have any thoughts as she hurtled backwards through the air towards the floor. She was a pure manifestation of her concept, above comparison, beyond reflection in media. Had she gazed into the deep lore of Yukisworld, she would not have found any sort of affinity with Worf son of Mogh. The idea that a reputationally invincible blademaster, defeated time and again by an increasing variety of opponents, and born aloft only by a lack of self awareness as the defeats rack up, used only as setup for more serious threats...

Couldn't be her. 

After all, she still had 985 Explosive Flasks in inventory - and she [i]hated [/i]having an inventory. In fact, having an inventory bothered her more than anything else that had happened. Not just tonight, either, it was possibly the most irritating thing that had ever happened to her. It was one thing to lose as a perfect avatar of herself, one thing to stand as the pure ideal of entropic annihilation and universal sleep, one thing to stand as the avatar of all that was not against all that was - even if that dream had faded, even if the rage had dimmed, she had only ever been a pure form of herself. But what did it even [i]mean [/i]for her to throw alchemical fire in a glass bottle? Unable to fight her own battles. Unable to liquidate matter that was under her direct authority. Unable to fight like a fucking dragon -

[i]"Enough of dragons!?"[/i] said Sayanastia, picking herself up from the floor where . "I'll make you [i]wish [/i]you were fighting dragons."

ITEM - DETONATION FLASK - TARGET: ALL

It was a stupid, stupid rhythm. Put hand into bag. Produce flask. Throw flask. Repeat. Her inexperience with a sword did not matter. The fracturing of her cosmic hate did not matter. Her past defeats did not matter. That this world was built over the top of her bones did not matter. This world may have long ago solved for Sayanastia the Dark Dragon, but it had not solved for 999 detonation flasks.

[Fight: 7! 
- Create an opportunity for an ally
- Seize a superior position]

Oh, there was a thought after all. It clarified as the inventory ticked steadily down towards zero. It was: This was effective. More than effective, it was [i]entertaining[/i]. Why had Heron never used these? Was she stupid?