Across the centre, Noire has managed to catch her breath and finally get closer to the main palace. The sun shines bright.
NOR: *pant* Fuck, I can't remember how long ago the day got as hot as this.
Noire wipes the sweat off of her forehead. Her hair gets in the way.
NOR: I'm also in desperate need of a haircut.
She gets irritated, summoning her axe and sitting down. Noire slowly start to chip away at her overgrown hair.
NOR: So frustrating...
After a while of hairstyling, Noire finally finishes doing her hair. She uses her axes' edge as a mirror to look at her work.
NOR: It looks fabulous.
Noire admires her reflection. As she stares at the axes' edge, Noire notices something flying towards her. She dodges and the sword gets stuck on the ground. Someone approaches from behind and waves at Noire.
MLC: Nice moves.
NOR: Sorry, I'm not interested in men.
MLC: (Ehh? All I said was "nice moves". Why do I keep getting rejected..?)
Malachi bows his head down in embarrassment. He takes a moment then raises his head and stands proud, with his chest pushed forwards.
MLC: Ahem, it's just a misunderstanding. I wasn't hitting on you or anything.
NOR: Piss off then.
MLC: I- ughh, what are you doing out here this early?
NOR: None of your business.
MLC: (She's a hassle to deal with.) It's just that I felt a very ominous presence out here and I was making sure the area is secure, but I wasn't expecting to find you here.
NOR: You saying you're gonna fight me?
MLC: Was I not clear enough..?
NOR: Akumu.
Spikes burst out of the floor under Malachi. He easily maneuvers them and stands atop, looking down on Noire. He summons a book, before holding his hand above it and pulling a sword from the pages of the book.
MLC: All my compliments on defeating Stiven, but he is very... laid back in a sense. He's a strong fighter, don't get me wrong, but he just doesn't have what it takes mentally. He's too much of a goody two-shoes.
NOR: And you are?
MLC: Trust me, there's a reason why our district is called the "barbaric" district.
Malachi points his sword at Noire.
MLC: We don't follow fair battle rules when it comes to duels.
Noires' expression turns serious. Malachi smirks. They both shift into their battle stances.
End of Chapter 143
"Blacksmith"
[ Noire has come face to face with Malachi. ]
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SOULTALE | By ShadowNTS
FantasyRhett 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...
