Rhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place.
An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
The rush of the damaged pipes push both of you outside. You stand back up. Noah does the same.
NOA: Nothing's changed, harbinger. You're going to lose. That's your fate. RHT: The only person who can decide my fate is myself. Get ready, luck boy.
You dash towards Noah. He goes into his fighting stance. You swing your blade rapidly. He dodges each swing. You summon your second blade and start attacking furiously. Noah tries to look for his gun but can't find it. You see your opening.
RHT: Without your range, you're dead meat!
You get right up in his face and swing your blades continuously. Noahs' luck helps him dodge every swing. You throw both your blades into the air and dash towards Noah, grabbing him by the collar.
NOA: What are you- RHT: Time to test your luck.
You summon your copy and throw Noah flying into the air. He looks at you, confused. Your copy submerges into the ground.
NOA: (What are they trying to accomplish with this?) RHT: Let my blades come back. NOA: (Wait... her blades!)
Noah turns around midair and sees your blades flying towards at him at high speeds.
NOA: I have to make use of my luck! Right at the moment of impact... I'll catch them!
Right before they pierce through him, Noah manages to catch the blades' hilts.
NOA: Ha! This is my luck! RHT: *smirk* Blades of despair... erupt.
Your blades shine a bright red before exploding. In the sky forms a smoke cloud. Noahs' body is falling.
NOA: (Right before I hit the ground!) Ace of Spades!
You dash towards him. He crashes into the ground. You reform your blades. Noah gets up.
RHT: Your luck knows no bounds, huh? NOA: (This isn't good. I've broken a bone. Does this mean my luck... is running out?) RHT: No matter how mighty you act, I can still feel the despair in your soul! The end is near!
Noah takes a deep breath. His eyes glow a dark orange. You grip your blades.
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The bruises on Noahs' body heal. His expression has changed. He bows his head down.
NOA: Get ready, harbinger. You won't know what's about to hit you next. RHT: I'm ready for all your tricks, lucky guy.
The two of you stare eachother down. This fight is bound to break the limits.
End of Chapter 88 "Cards"
[ Noah has finally shifted into seriousness. Will Rhett be able to devour his luck? ]
