Heathcliff charged, the cross-shaped shield vanishing into mist. Steel sang.
Sword Skill. Asuna tensed, listening to the pitch of it. But no impact–
And then there was, fast and furious and definitely not Heathcliff’s greatsword.
Red armor staggered out the other side of the mist, trailing violet wisps and at least three new wounds, a truly outraged look thinning the fighter’s lips.
Kirito… wasn’t in the center? Asuna almost groaned. Argo. Had to be something he got from Argo.
That or Kirito had hacked the invocation himself. Her husband just wasn’t happy unless he had at least three tricks up his sleeve.
And you didn’t think you’d miss, did you, Commander? Dragons have blindsense. And that made Asuna’s vision go red with pure fury, because it was yet another puzzle piece falling into place of how Heathcliff had come untouched through so many boss battles….
“We stand against those who would corrupt and twist the world,” Klein breathed, fingers gripping silver. “Which would be a little easier if we could, y’know, stand. Not fair Kirito’s facing a freaking floor boss on his own. If even one of us could give him a hand….”
Even one, Asuna agreed silently. Please, if I could just fight with him!
Her ears brought her a bare, familiar whisper through the fog; of night, and the dark beyond all night.
Moonsword. Asuna almost bared her teeth. We have ways to handle blinds!
Mist surged over Heathcliff, and steel rang on steel.
Red armor pulled free, a fighter’s maai blasting the invocation to misty shreds. Heathcliff swerved to face his revealed foe, sword slashing across and down like an avalanche through black leather-
Through a wavering image of black leather, that took the blow with not a trace of gleaming red injury.
A/N: Okay, whoof, I just got past a snarly Gordian knot of plotting a crazy conversation – in part by figuring out how to avoid it entirely….
ATM it looks like MCO will be 12 chapters plus a short chapter of epilogue. 12 is roughed, now I need to figure out how to do the finishing scenes. *Knocks on wood!*