- 945
- 312
The NLF being tested is number of combatants. Apologies if this is a stomp for one side or the other.
“Did you forget what I announced back in the Elizalina Alliance? My right arm responds
to the need, matches to the level of trials and tribulations, and uses the most suitable
output. Whether it is an optical weapon or whatever else, nothing can stand up to me.”
(This isn’t normal.)
It was beyond playing rock-paper-scissors against someone who got to choose after you
had shown your hand. Simply put, Fiamma was almighty. Whether you used rock, paper,
or scissors, Fiamma would just use “win”. It did not matter what shape his fingers made.
At the point that he made the challenge, he had already won.
That was why Fiamma did not need the things that were usually necessary.
Speed.
Toughness.
Intelligence.
Physical strength.
Space between him and his opponent.
Numbers.
A weapon.
Fiamma could bring an end to the fight by merely holding out his hand, so he did not
need any of the usual cards that would lead to a tiny victory when used together. He
needed to do only one thing to win. He would swing his right hand and it was all over.
That was all there was to it. It seemed he had been limited in the number of times he
could use it before, but he had overcome that by compensating with the knowledge he
received from Index. Now, Fiamma could win as many times as he wanted.
to the need, matches to the level of trials and tribulations, and uses the most suitable
output. Whether it is an optical weapon or whatever else, nothing can stand up to me.”
(This isn’t normal.)
It was beyond playing rock-paper-scissors against someone who got to choose after you
had shown your hand. Simply put, Fiamma was almighty. Whether you used rock, paper,
or scissors, Fiamma would just use “win”. It did not matter what shape his fingers made.
At the point that he made the challenge, he had already won.
That was why Fiamma did not need the things that were usually necessary.
Speed.
Toughness.
Intelligence.
Physical strength.
Space between him and his opponent.
Numbers.
A weapon.
Fiamma could bring an end to the fight by merely holding out his hand, so he did not
need any of the usual cards that would lead to a tiny victory when used together. He
needed to do only one thing to win. He would swing his right hand and it was all over.
That was all there was to it. It seemed he had been limited in the number of times he
could use it before, but he had overcome that by compensating with the knowledge he
received from Index. Now, Fiamma could win as many times as he wanted.
- Fiamma is in his first key
- Black sperm starts in their first key
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