Mercy on your soul [fight]

For a tense moment, the younger huldra stared at her sister with bemusement, misinterpreting 'sunshine' to be her nickname, and subsequently wondering why in the name of Odin did Anniken refer to Mercy's ass as 'sweet' and 'sexy'.

Her canine ears twitched. She had probably misheard. Besides, with the approach of the elder Godfrey, Mercy's heart was beginning to race with excitement, all previous trepidation lost in the presence of the Guild Master. Be cool, be cool. Was her internal mantra. Don't show Anniken how much of a dork you are.

"Yeah!" She cried, resisting the urge to do a fist pump. "I'm goin' to beat you with my – uh - muscles!" Cringe. Choosing to ignore her awkward choice of words, Mercy isolated her Gate of the Valkyrie Key and stabbed it into the air.

"Open the Gate of the Valkyrie! Sigrdrífa!" Out of the white magic seal that manifested, a warrior woman galloped horseback out and towards Anniken, closing the ten foot gap between them within seconds.

"Attack!" Mercy cried, somewhat redundantly, as the mounted Valkyrie angled its spear like a lance towards the heart of A.J. Godfrey .

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HP: 300/300 | MP: 95/100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 5
DEF: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 15
Level: 1

MAGIC.
Defense
Attack 1. Hit or miss.
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. Odin's Judgement [Gate of the Valkyrie]
— Attack Roll: RC9G2cG21d20+3
— Condition Roll: none
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
DMG: 10

Inventory
Gram Jr (dagger).

1d20+3

Refusing to get distracted, she tried to staunch the pride that swelled within her chest upon Anniken's exclamation of approval.

Mercy could not help but marvel at the cavalier approach to the Valkyrie's charge. Not that she would have expected anything less from the Godfather.

Heart still relentlessly hammering against her heart, the teenager unconsciously took several steps backward in a vain attempt to keep the physical distance between them.

"Don't underestimate me, sis! I am goin' to beat ya!" She shouted with conviction, although the intensity was marred as Mercy's crimson eyes darted from side to side in indecisiveness. The same eyes widened upon recognition of Anniken's magic activation. Although she possessed little clue on what was to happen, there was enough understanding to realise that something bad was going to happen.

Pivoting her toes on the dirt, she reflexively dived to her left, expecting a second Calamity to happen where she previously stood. Big sis was a brutal teacher, after all.

Instincts proved to save her from a ruthless flurry of blades as Fortune and Fate met with nothing but air. Instead, the only damage Mercy received were elbow grazes from pebbles as she landed upon the dirt, her hair flying in all directions.

"Again!" Capitalising on her miracle of an evasion, the teenager motioned towards the Valkyrie, who by now had swung its steed around to face Anniken. Gripping its spear in a steel gauntlet, the Spirit raised its weapon up and hurled it towards the Godfather.

A.J. Godfrey

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HP: 300/300 | MP: 90/100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 5
DEF: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 15
Level: 1

MAGIC.
Defense
Attack 1: Fortune & Fate. Miss.
Attack 2: ??
Damage received: 0
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. Odin's Judgement [Gate of the Valkyrie]
— Attack Roll: 5IVRMto91d20+3
— Condition Roll: none
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
DMG: 10

Inventory
Gram Jr (dagger).

1d20+3

Mercy celebrated far too soon. At first, she thought that her quick instructions to her Spirit had caught the Godfather off-guard. She rode atop a burst of elation as the magical spear sliced into the skin of Anniken's hand. Had Mercy not known better, she would've been concerned for the state of the injury. But Anniken was tougher than that, of course. What she hadn't expected was the pivot.

An involuntary, girly cry escaped her lips as the spear sailed back towards her. It was a futile attempt to dodge but Mercy scrambled to her feet anyways. It was enough to prevent the weapon from embedding into her cranium. Instead, the side of her thigh exploded with pain.

Gasping out loud, Mercy grasp her thigh with her hands, where below the shredded fabric of her trousers, blood began seeping out and trickling down towards the ground. The pain of the attack almost blinded her to the explosive aftermath of Anniken's revenge.

She hissed through gritted teeth. "Close the Gate of the Valkyrie!" The damn Spirit had done enough harm. It disappeared in a shower of golden sprites.

Mercy didn't respond to her sister's taunt. In light of the pain, she couldn't think of anything witty. She wanted to crumple to the ground. But that would not impress Anniken.

It was simple. She had to ignore the pain.

After a sharp intake of breath, her right hand slipped into the interior of her thigh and withdrew the dagger strapped there. Gripping it in blood smeared fingers, Mercy ran forward, raising Gram Jr to stab her sister in the heart.

A.J. Godfrey

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HP: 290/300 | MP: 100/100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 5
DEF: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 15
Level: 1

MAGIC.
Defense
Attack 1: [Blood of the Allfather - Revenge Attack]. Hit
Attack 2: ??
Damage received: 10
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. Basic attack + Tier 1 item
— Attack Roll: TssRp41s1d20+3
— Condition Roll: none
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
DMG: 9

Inventory
Gram Jr (dagger).

Mercy's stab attempt was fuelled more with emotion than rationality. Thus her dagger met Anniken's sword with a harsh cacophony that she felt in her bones. Her grip on Gram Jr did not relent, even as she got the wind knocked out of her as the flat of Fortune's blade painfully met her ribs. It was enough to bruise, but not break bones.
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But Mercy was stubborn, if anything. In a desperate attempt to succeed at something with her dagger, Mercy slashed at Anniken's arm with her dagger as she was knocked to the side.
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"Yaaaah!"
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A.J. Godfrey

Her incoherent battle cry morphed into a strangled laugh as she felt her dagger sink satisfyingly into flesh. It had driven straight to through, with the blade poking out on the other side. Mercy made the mistake of trying to wretch it out again, and was therefore too slow to react to Anniken's retaliation.
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"Swina bqllr!" (pig penises) She cursed, initially out of more anger than pain. The impact against her solar plexus made her bones shudder to the point that Mercy wondered if her chatter teeth were still attached to her gums.
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While Mercy was rather disheartened to be labelled as 'adorable', she felt torn by the contrasting pride that blossomed from Anniken's approval. It didn't matter if her teeth had fallen out – she had the fangs!
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Baring said canines in a grin, which looked more like a grimace given the newest bruise on her torso, Mercy twirled out a lupine-themed Silver Key from her waist as she staggered back. "Open the Gate of the Wolf! Fenris!" Bounding forth from the silver magic seal that formed in front of her would be the hulking shape of the legendary son of Loki, who adopted an identical expression, baring its fangs viciously at Anniken as it attempted to wrestle the elder Godfrey to the ground.

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A.J. Godfrey

Instead of moving to land a follow-up for her hard strike to Mercy’s body, Anniken stood by. Wedging her index and middle finger around the cigarillo within her mouth, she took a slow drag of its fumes. Smoke burning her throat and lungs, she exhaled another translucent smog, and breathed the remainder out of her nose.
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Given that the monstrous wolf was directly in between her line of sight Anniken, Mercy wasn't able to identify the specifics of what had happened. All she knew was that she'd managed to kick Fenrir out of her way, as if he was no more than an angry yapping chihuahua. The wolf staggered to the side with a canine whine. [break]
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"God damn it!" Mercy cried, balling her hands into fists as she glared impudently at the Godfather. [break]
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Had her thigh had not been injured, nor the bruise on her chest making it hard to breathe, Mercy would have successfully been able to dodge Anniken's blades. Instead, she twisted on the spot such that her left arm received the brunt of the diagonal slashes. As crimson warmth began extruding forth from her cross shaped incisions, Mercy's face contorted into further agony but she refused to make any sounds. No screaming. Ignore it. Ignore it.[break]
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"Fenrir!"[break]
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The wolf had repositioned itself at Mercy's side and was charging towards Anniken once more, intent on tackling the Godfather to the ground, swords and all.[break]
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A.J. Godfrey