Can you avoid becoming a monster if you walk the path of hate?
Noche L. Grim has sworn revenge against Edward Death, and while her strength is unparalleled compared to the average Create User, it's pathetic against his seven Birds of Death.
Especi...
A fist slammed into Noche's face — she spun and staggered as mirror-che came in with another punch. This time the blonde took the punch to the jaw, tightened her knuckles, and slammed them into the clone's temple.
Both girls were pushed back.
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"You're just jealous that I'm not a fucking failure!"
Waves of rage rolled over Noche's body. She ran, screaming towards her thinner doppelganger. Hurricane winds blew both copies away from each other. Boots stood between the two blondes — he kicked the fake Noche.
The reflection was sent tumbling away. She slammed into a white cube and fell to the ground, motionless. Original Noche stood up and grinned as a stream of blood ran a cut on her lip.
"What was that about you not coming to help?"
"This doesn't count... Go fuck yourself," Boots turned away. "I was tired of watching you beat yourself up... Why are you grinning? Stop grinning."
"I could really use your help here," she said.
He sighed. "I'm not fighting Dove."
"That's fine — just find the elevator," she said. "I'll keep Dove's attention focused on me."
In the distance, the bird of death grimaced.
"Do you think she heard me?" Noche asked.
"She doesn't have to," he said.
Boots vanished — moving so fast he turned invisible to Noche's eyes. She paused a moment, contemplating his incredible speed, and ran towards Dove. The bird of death raised her wand and a white cube was flung towards Noche; the blonde dodged.
"Swap."
The cube slammed into Noche from the opposite side — she skid across the water for about thirty feet until she slowed down enough to roll backwards with the momentum. She summoned her sword, slammed it into the floor, and grounded to a halt.
Not missing a beat she raised her left hand and charged a Dead Light Cannon. The grip on her sword became tight enough to pop veins and turn knuckles white. A blue compass began to rotate around Noche's wrist — but it didn't stop there.
Water began to ripple around the blonde as the DLC grew in density. The atmosphere began thick and heavy around her. Her drive was running low, but she was willing to pump the remainder into this one attack.
A white ship's wheel emerged upon her bicep — rotating in tandem with the blue compass at her wrist.
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