Accessory Wars

Chapter 70-Felisa

            S-Class?! Energy surged within me and all the pain within my body rippled away like shaking out a rug. I looked down at my form, watching as golden light echoed around my injuries. It didn't heal them but the bleeding slowed. The console vanished and I squeaked as Kami popped up in front of me, clapping her hands in front of my face.

"Let's go, love!" she shouted. She burst into energy and she equipped herself on my body. The armor glowed brighter and brighter until it burst, rocketing me forward with the wind whipping against my face. The sensation of equipping continued to vibrate inside of me so I let the void take over for me.

I let my arms fly back with the wind and my shorts burst with black dots of antimatter. A skirt layered itself on my ride side composed of several pouches stacked together. It ran from the very front of my right hip to the center of my back. My legs tingled as a second layer of fishnets crisscrossed over the first, tightening the weave so less skin was exposed. I pulled my arms in and I felt something grab hold of my back. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw it was a backpack sized spider hanging upside down, a white web design upon its abdomen. My hands brushed over my bare shoulders and they tingled as tulle blossomed over them. A pair of spiders crawled out of the sheer fabric and clung to my shoulders, the tips of their tiny legs tickling my armpits.

My hands drifted upwards and a choker appeared around my neck. I shivered as something crawled up my neck and tucked itself into my left ear. Sound flooded into my head of voices I'd never heard. Two of my spider clips in my hair shifted their positions farther back along my skull with the skittering of tiny feet. I reached out and black dots swirled around my hands. My umbrella appeared and as I took hold of it, I instinctively opened it. My hand kept going as I pushed up on the parasol and the entire unit broke off from the shaft. The two pieces began to change in a swirl of antimatter. The parasol slipped from my grasp to rest on my arm, forming a shield. A white spider web design spiraled out on the fabric. I tossed the other half and caught it on the straight end. The metal shifted, slicing through the air with a swift motion as it became a hooked sword.

The light around me gave one final blast and I burst into the void, the wind plastering against my face. I landed on my feet and the console reappeared in front of me. Several new cards appeared and slid into position. A defense and agility boost. The ability for my umbrella to transform into a melee weapon. Three new special abilities. One used the spider on my back as a support. Another used the spiders on my shoulders and in my hair to cling to opponents to either distract them or to slow them down with venom. The third was Queen's Web, a gigantic web that consumed the area that I could walk along while others would get stuck.

Along with those came three more attunement abilities. Paradox Slip allowed me to jump freely between the negative realm and the real world without having to use Paradox Rift umbrella motions. One was called Bet the Cat, which summoned a box in which I had to guess if the cat inside was alive or dead. Opponents could bet on the box as well. If you got it right, then you got a temporary stat boost. Wrong, and it took a chunk of your energy away. The last one combined both the antimatter attunement and spider motif. It was called Death Through Birth, which summoned a large egg sac filled with spiders created out of antimatter. When it burst, which I could do with ease with either a swipe of my hook sword of a shot from my rifle, it released thousands of spiders into the world to eat away real matter. They gravitated towards Elicit energy, which meant they would go straight for my opponents and not scatter about taking out whatever they felt like.

I looked over the console, gaping over the schematics for my new form. I ran my hands over the new armor, finding the decoration on my choker was a white spider web over my throat. Static echoed in my ear as my fingers ran over the web, alerting me it was actually a microphone. My hair was braided along my scalp, eight tight lines that pulled back into my pony tail.