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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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Watching Kokoma handle the harpy that had attempted to divebomb them once again confirmed it in her mind.
Sefira wasn't helpless. She hadn't just become her character physically.
She didn't just need to stand by and watch.
But she needed her catalyst first.
Raising her right hand in front of her, mimicking the animation for drawing a catalyst as a Starlight Mage, she couldn't help but feel a little excited as blue motes of light flickered into existence, immediately gathering in her palm and forming the shape of a staff witch a spherical head. In a blue flash, the physical form of her staff had appeared. The round translucent blue orb surrounded by two metallic rings... it was a Glasstone Staff, one of the best catalysts for a Starlight Mage.
Sefira, in spite of the situation, couldn't help but feel some confidence building, even if her heart was still hammering in her chest and she was still reeling from the fact she was now a girl.
If she could do this much, then there was no reason she couldn't do everything else!
Sliding one leg back, Sefira took aim skywards, towards the concentration of harpies that Kokoma had thrown their hapless attacker towards. She had no idea how damage would work, if it would be more like real life or the game. But running was just going to get them attacked more, and if she could do something about this...
Blue light began to build at the tip of her staff, a magic circle filled with shimmering blue stars around the inner rim expanding around it as they did.
Magical energy was flowing down her slender arms, through the Glasstone Staff. She could feel it. It was gathering, brighter and brighter, at the tip.
And now it was ready to be released.
"Starbolt!" cried Sefira. There was a crack like thunder, then a rushing sound, as warmth rushed back up her arms and a force lightly pushed against her small body. The bolt of blue light ripped through the air, tearing skywards and directly for the harpies!
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Sefira wasn't helpless. She hadn't just become her character physically.
She didn't just need to stand by and watch.
But she needed her catalyst first.
Raising her right hand in front of her, mimicking the animation for drawing a catalyst as a Starlight Mage, she couldn't help but feel a little excited as blue motes of light flickered into existence, immediately gathering in her palm and forming the shape of a staff witch a spherical head. In a blue flash, the physical form of her staff had appeared. The round translucent blue orb surrounded by two metallic rings... it was a Glasstone Staff, one of the best catalysts for a Starlight Mage.
Sefira, in spite of the situation, couldn't help but feel some confidence building, even if her heart was still hammering in her chest and she was still reeling from the fact she was now a girl.
If she could do this much, then there was no reason she couldn't do everything else!
Sliding one leg back, Sefira took aim skywards, towards the concentration of harpies that Kokoma had thrown their hapless attacker towards. She had no idea how damage would work, if it would be more like real life or the game. But running was just going to get them attacked more, and if she could do something about this...
Blue light began to build at the tip of her staff, a magic circle filled with shimmering blue stars around the inner rim expanding around it as they did.
Magical energy was flowing down her slender arms, through the Glasstone Staff. She could feel it. It was gathering, brighter and brighter, at the tip.
And now it was ready to be released.
"Starbolt!" cried Sefira. There was a crack like thunder, then a rushing sound, as warmth rushed back up her arms and a force lightly pushed against her small body. The bolt of blue light ripped through the air, tearing skywards and directly for the harpies!
@Rune_Alchemist@PKMNB0Y
Fanilly felt quite lost at this point, sighing, her shoulders sagging. No matter how they discussed it, the conclusion was obvious: The shard was no longer in the keep. All these brave soldiers of Thaln had died in a horrific manner, and they couldn't even locate the culprit or the artifact that caused the madness to spread.
"Oiii, you've got some leads, right?" commented Alette, "Don't look so damn sad, you were cuter when you were determined, y'know?"
The Knight-Captain wasn't exactly sure why that mattered, but the truth was they at least knew what they were looking for and who was involved in its transport. It was better then nothing.
It was around that moment that Sir Fleuri, Sir Gerard, and the pale and mysterious figure of the Stingray emerged from the fort.
"The Silver Stone?" Fanilly said, stunned for a moment, "Why would they...?"
She couldn't understand why anyone potentially associated with the horrific acts here would be carrying such a note. Did they intend to meet there? At the holiest and oldest shrine? After being involved in something terrible like this?
Regardless, the blonde knight nodded to herself. This was their best lead, the only location they had any information on.
Thus there was only one path forward.
"... We ride to the Silver Stone," Fanilly said, striding back to her horse, "We have no further time to lose."
Alette sighed, hands on her hips.
"Tch, of course our job ends up like this... Good thing they paid half ahead, I guess," she commented, moments before the Stingray suddenly wrapped her arms around the mercenary captain, hanging off of her affectionately.
Fanilly pulled herself astride her horse.
They had to hurry.
The Silver Shrine was half a day's ride from the fort, at speed, which made the note even more suspicious. It had to mean something. It had to mean this was a meeting spot, didn't it?
It was coming into view ahead, at the edge of the Brennan Forest. A large, silver-white stone, sitting pointing skywards. When close enough, it would be possible to make out numerous sinuous, spiraling carvings, created by some of the most ancient residents of Thaln in honor of the Moon Goddess. It was surrounded by smaller stones, and a large, flat table with a hole in the center, leading straight down to an underground water source. It was not infrequent for offerings to be left here, cast into the 'moon pool' beneath the table or set at its edges.
Fanilly had been here once before, when she was seven years old. It had felt strange, an ethereal, light sensation filling her chest as she approached the shrine. The same feeling was present today, too, but at the same time...
Something didn't feel right.
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"Oiii, you've got some leads, right?" commented Alette, "Don't look so damn sad, you were cuter when you were determined, y'know?"
The Knight-Captain wasn't exactly sure why that mattered, but the truth was they at least knew what they were looking for and who was involved in its transport. It was better then nothing.
It was around that moment that Sir Fleuri, Sir Gerard, and the pale and mysterious figure of the Stingray emerged from the fort.
"The Silver Stone?" Fanilly said, stunned for a moment, "Why would they...?"
She couldn't understand why anyone potentially associated with the horrific acts here would be carrying such a note. Did they intend to meet there? At the holiest and oldest shrine? After being involved in something terrible like this?
Regardless, the blonde knight nodded to herself. This was their best lead, the only location they had any information on.
Thus there was only one path forward.
"... We ride to the Silver Stone," Fanilly said, striding back to her horse, "We have no further time to lose."
Alette sighed, hands on her hips.
"Tch, of course our job ends up like this... Good thing they paid half ahead, I guess," she commented, moments before the Stingray suddenly wrapped her arms around the mercenary captain, hanging off of her affectionately.
Fanilly pulled herself astride her horse.
They had to hurry.
The Silver Shrine was half a day's ride from the fort, at speed, which made the note even more suspicious. It had to mean something. It had to mean this was a meeting spot, didn't it?
It was coming into view ahead, at the edge of the Brennan Forest. A large, silver-white stone, sitting pointing skywards. When close enough, it would be possible to make out numerous sinuous, spiraling carvings, created by some of the most ancient residents of Thaln in honor of the Moon Goddess. It was surrounded by smaller stones, and a large, flat table with a hole in the center, leading straight down to an underground water source. It was not infrequent for offerings to be left here, cast into the 'moon pool' beneath the table or set at its edges.
Fanilly had been here once before, when she was seven years old. It had felt strange, an ethereal, light sensation filling her chest as she approached the shrine. The same feeling was present today, too, but at the same time...
Something didn't feel right.
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It should be fairly obvious what the horned man is going to do, so first person to reply and intervene can go ahead and say as much without waiting for my response.
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In spite of their defense, the soldiers' numbers were dwindling. While their formation had initially afforded them a position that was difficult to assault, now they had been broken. The humanoid machine crashing down on their numbers was only served to further worsen their situation. None of them fled, to their credit, but now they were increasingly laying dead or dying.
The humanoid machine was repeating, internally in a calm masculine voice, that there was a 'System Error'. Whatever this meant was not elaborated on, and did not stop it from crushing several soldiers with its huge size, blood splattering across the stone as the sizable metal figure staggered and threatened to fall over entirely. Beside Lopaley, however...
The small figure was starting to stirr.
Outside of the machine, soldiers were cut down, hacked apart, bitten by the jaws tipping Alasayana's tails, or pierced with javelins. Trineon's bludgeoning blow with the gun served to knock a soldier off his feet, but he was immediately attempting to get back up, gripping his sword and drawing it immediately.
Needless to say, it was becoming clear how this battle was about to end.
The horned man's blade flashed, and with a hissing noise and a shower of sparks it scrapped along the side of O'Menus's borrowed weapon. But it wasn't enough.
The white sword slipped by the red, finally finding its place buried in the man's chest, piercing through his armor, his flesh, his bones, before erupting out of his back stained with blood.
"Ghk..."
A garbled noise came from behind the horned helmet, as the main dropped his own weapon on the plataeu.
"... Heh..."
And yet... he was beginning to laugh?
"Heheheh... hahaha..."
Suddenly, he reached out and gripped the Sun God's hand.
"The Light of the Holy Emperor Bathes my entire body!"
With that exclamation, a high pitch whine began to emanate from his armor, which began to glow...!
@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian
The humanoid machine was repeating, internally in a calm masculine voice, that there was a 'System Error'. Whatever this meant was not elaborated on, and did not stop it from crushing several soldiers with its huge size, blood splattering across the stone as the sizable metal figure staggered and threatened to fall over entirely. Beside Lopaley, however...
The small figure was starting to stirr.
Outside of the machine, soldiers were cut down, hacked apart, bitten by the jaws tipping Alasayana's tails, or pierced with javelins. Trineon's bludgeoning blow with the gun served to knock a soldier off his feet, but he was immediately attempting to get back up, gripping his sword and drawing it immediately.
Needless to say, it was becoming clear how this battle was about to end.
The horned man's blade flashed, and with a hissing noise and a shower of sparks it scrapped along the side of O'Menus's borrowed weapon. But it wasn't enough.
The white sword slipped by the red, finally finding its place buried in the man's chest, piercing through his armor, his flesh, his bones, before erupting out of his back stained with blood.
"Ghk..."
A garbled noise came from behind the horned helmet, as the main dropped his own weapon on the plataeu.
"... Heh..."
And yet... he was beginning to laugh?
"Heheheh... hahaha..."
Suddenly, he reached out and gripped the Sun God's hand.
"The Light of the Holy Emperor Bathes my entire body!"
With that exclamation, a high pitch whine began to emanate from his armor, which began to glow...!
@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian
Upon realizing that she hadn't actually thanked her savior, Sefira quickly stumbled to her feet the moment she was free.
"Er... thanks," she said, averting her eyes as she spoke. The girl's bizarre behavior was still an enigma. Why would anyone be handling a situation like this... like that?!
Wait, what was that?!
"M-m-m-my b-body?! I-I... y-you... C-can't you take things a little more seriously?!" she cried, waving her hands in the air as if to gesture to the world around them, "We're in some weird isekai scenario, at least assuming you're another player, and I-"
She hesitated.
Saying she was actually a guy out loud would be way too much, especially when it came to someone weird like this and especially right now. She was barely managing to deal with that rather major change internally, if she tried to say anything about it there was no way it'd make it any easier if she blurted it out to the first stranger she ran into. Especially since the first stranger she ran into was some kind of weird pervert or something.
Sefira took a deep breath.
"N-nevermind," she said, her eyes turning skywards once more. There were monsters attacking from the skies. She recognized harpies like the one that attacked her, griffons, and sphinxes. Sphinxes? What were they even doing here?
"I-if we run, we'll probably just be attacked again," she said, trying to keep the subject off anything embarrassing and on the problem at hand as best she could, "Hmph, what the hell kind of game balance is this, just dropping monsters on a city..."
Then again, it was real now, so game balance probably didn't matter. What did matter was the clear and immediately danger to her and everyone else around her.
The blonde elf looked down at her delicate hands again. Maybe...
@Rune_Alchemist
"Er... thanks," she said, averting her eyes as she spoke. The girl's bizarre behavior was still an enigma. Why would anyone be handling a situation like this... like that?!
Wait, what was that?!
"M-m-m-my b-body?! I-I... y-you... C-can't you take things a little more seriously?!" she cried, waving her hands in the air as if to gesture to the world around them, "We're in some weird isekai scenario, at least assuming you're another player, and I-"
She hesitated.
Saying she was actually a guy out loud would be way too much, especially when it came to someone weird like this and especially right now. She was barely managing to deal with that rather major change internally, if she tried to say anything about it there was no way it'd make it any easier if she blurted it out to the first stranger she ran into. Especially since the first stranger she ran into was some kind of weird pervert or something.
Sefira took a deep breath.
"N-nevermind," she said, her eyes turning skywards once more. There were monsters attacking from the skies. She recognized harpies like the one that attacked her, griffons, and sphinxes. Sphinxes? What were they even doing here?
"I-if we run, we'll probably just be attacked again," she said, trying to keep the subject off anything embarrassing and on the problem at hand as best she could, "Hmph, what the hell kind of game balance is this, just dropping monsters on a city..."
Then again, it was real now, so game balance probably didn't matter. What did matter was the clear and immediately danger to her and everyone else around her.
The blonde elf looked down at her delicate hands again. Maybe...
@Rune_Alchemist
Matsuo-Or perhaps Sefira was more suitable at the moment-had only barely managed to tear her eyes away from her own reflection. To promptly stare at her own petite, slender, delicate hands in mute shock, but progress was progress. It was hard to do anything else. Her body had once been... well, a university-age man's.
And now... Sefira looked like she was somewhere in her teens. Petite and youthful, with a figure lacking any real maturity. This was all by design. Matsuo had modeled Sefira on some of his favorite tsundere characters. He particularly liked the short ones who got angry for being mistaken for younger then they actually were. Of course that wasn't the only reason he liked them, they still had to be developed characters beyond that...
But right now Sefira was cursing her own past decisions internally. Not only was she now female, but she was so small. It was going to be even harder to deal with!
So caught up in her own thoughts was the blonde elf that she only registered something was coming at her moments before it actually struck. A part of her brain actually capable of making rational thoughts realized it was the familiar winged shape of a harpy.
Another part of her wondered if she was about to get killed immediately after ending up in some kind of weird isekai scenario. If this was seriously going to be how her life ended.
Everything was happening all at once. It was too much happening all at once. A part of her just wanted to scream.
And then...
Someone tackled her to the ground from the side. Sefira yelped as she hit the ground, landing on her back as her savior landed on top of her, both out of reach of those sweeping, grasping claws.
For a few moments, Sefira simply laid there beneath her savior, her mind trying to catch up with the situation.
At least until said savior decided to make comments about her figure. Almost immediately, in spite of everything, her cheeks reddened.
"Wh-what are you, some kind of dirty old man!?" she shouted, unable to contain herself, "We're caught up in some kind of stupid isekai plot and now there's monsters, and you're... y-you're..."
Even thinking about her own body was embarrassing at this point.
"We need to g-get... just let me up! Gaaaah..."
Flustered, trying to collect her thoughts, Sefira glanced skywards. There really was a lot of other monsters, and the sky had gotten dark...
Wait.
If she was Sefira now, did that mean...?
@Rune_Alchemist
And now... Sefira looked like she was somewhere in her teens. Petite and youthful, with a figure lacking any real maturity. This was all by design. Matsuo had modeled Sefira on some of his favorite tsundere characters. He particularly liked the short ones who got angry for being mistaken for younger then they actually were. Of course that wasn't the only reason he liked them, they still had to be developed characters beyond that...
But right now Sefira was cursing her own past decisions internally. Not only was she now female, but she was so small. It was going to be even harder to deal with!
So caught up in her own thoughts was the blonde elf that she only registered something was coming at her moments before it actually struck. A part of her brain actually capable of making rational thoughts realized it was the familiar winged shape of a harpy.
Another part of her wondered if she was about to get killed immediately after ending up in some kind of weird isekai scenario. If this was seriously going to be how her life ended.
Everything was happening all at once. It was too much happening all at once. A part of her just wanted to scream.
And then...
Someone tackled her to the ground from the side. Sefira yelped as she hit the ground, landing on her back as her savior landed on top of her, both out of reach of those sweeping, grasping claws.
For a few moments, Sefira simply laid there beneath her savior, her mind trying to catch up with the situation.
At least until said savior decided to make comments about her figure. Almost immediately, in spite of everything, her cheeks reddened.
"Wh-what are you, some kind of dirty old man!?" she shouted, unable to contain herself, "We're caught up in some kind of stupid isekai plot and now there's monsters, and you're... y-you're..."
Even thinking about her own body was embarrassing at this point.
"We need to g-get... just let me up! Gaaaah..."
Flustered, trying to collect her thoughts, Sefira glanced skywards. There really was a lot of other monsters, and the sky had gotten dark...
Wait.
If she was Sefira now, did that mean...?
@Rune_Alchemist
The fact that the servers were so clear was strange. Matsuo hadn't expected that. He'd managed to set aside time to try out the new expansion, but he really hadn't expected to be able to log in so easily.
Much stranger, however, was the flash of white light that filled his vision almost as soon as the loading splash screen appeared.
When it faded, the university student was in for a considerable shock.
He was no longer in his room, in front of his computer.
There was a wide street in front of him, blanked by various shops. Familiar shops.
Shops from Emerald Odyssey.
He'd logged off in the Aluvera shopping district. And now he appeared to be standing in it, surrounded by people going about their daily business. NPCs going about their daily business. Considerably more then filled the streets normally, but there was no mistaking his surroundings.
"Am I dre-"
Matsuo cut himself off, clutching at his throat.
His skin felt soft and smooth. His neck felt slender. And his voice...
That wasn't his voice. It was a girl's voice. That was absolutely a girl's voice. A cute, somewhat higher-pitched girl's voice. Shakily, the university student raised his hand harder, bringing both of them to his delicate chin and jaw, his soft cheeks, his dainty nose... running his hands through lengthy, silky blonde hair.
This couldn't be real.
Matsuo's heart was beating faster. His breathing was getting harder.
"N-no way, right?" he asked himself, in that voice that didn't suit his real life self in the least, "I'm dreaming. I have to be. There's no way. I fell asleep waiting for the expansion to drop. That has to be it."
Slowly, Matsuo located the nearest shopfront window. He had to see his reflection.
He found one to the right side of the street.
Looking back at him was the petite, slender figure of a small girl, with bright blue eyes and lengthy blonde hair. And pointed ears. In a blue Starlight Mage's outfit.
Matsuo slowly placed a hand to her cheek and pinched herself.
She didn't wake up.
"No way no way no way no way," she repeated to herself multiple times, shaking, "This can't be real! I have... I have university to... how?! I... wh-what kind of isekai setup is this?! I-I'm Sefira?!"
She took a step away from her reflection, her petite body shaking, blue eyes wide. There was no way something like this could ever happen. She felt certain of that. And yet this wasn't a dream. She felt pain. She felt a lot of things, the air on her skin, the ground beneath her feet, everything.
There was no way it was a dream.
Not only was Matsuo in Emerald Odyssey, but he had become his character, Sefira Sylvanbelle.
Much stranger, however, was the flash of white light that filled his vision almost as soon as the loading splash screen appeared.
When it faded, the university student was in for a considerable shock.
He was no longer in his room, in front of his computer.
There was a wide street in front of him, blanked by various shops. Familiar shops.
Shops from Emerald Odyssey.
He'd logged off in the Aluvera shopping district. And now he appeared to be standing in it, surrounded by people going about their daily business. NPCs going about their daily business. Considerably more then filled the streets normally, but there was no mistaking his surroundings.
"Am I dre-"
Matsuo cut himself off, clutching at his throat.
His skin felt soft and smooth. His neck felt slender. And his voice...
That wasn't his voice. It was a girl's voice. That was absolutely a girl's voice. A cute, somewhat higher-pitched girl's voice. Shakily, the university student raised his hand harder, bringing both of them to his delicate chin and jaw, his soft cheeks, his dainty nose... running his hands through lengthy, silky blonde hair.
This couldn't be real.
Matsuo's heart was beating faster. His breathing was getting harder.
"N-no way, right?" he asked himself, in that voice that didn't suit his real life self in the least, "I'm dreaming. I have to be. There's no way. I fell asleep waiting for the expansion to drop. That has to be it."
Slowly, Matsuo located the nearest shopfront window. He had to see his reflection.
He found one to the right side of the street.
Looking back at him was the petite, slender figure of a small girl, with bright blue eyes and lengthy blonde hair. And pointed ears. In a blue Starlight Mage's outfit.
Matsuo slowly placed a hand to her cheek and pinched herself.
She didn't wake up.
"No way no way no way no way," she repeated to herself multiple times, shaking, "This can't be real! I have... I have university to... how?! I... wh-what kind of isekai setup is this?! I-I'm Sefira?!"
She took a step away from her reflection, her petite body shaking, blue eyes wide. There was no way something like this could ever happen. She felt certain of that. And yet this wasn't a dream. She felt pain. She felt a lot of things, the air on her skin, the ground beneath her feet, everything.
There was no way it was a dream.
Not only was Matsuo in Emerald Odyssey, but he had become his character, Sefira Sylvanbelle.
Going to update no later then this weekend.
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