Shattering Humanity-Chapter 331: ScourgingSeiõr & SupportingSeiõr Forces

"The day has come up, the roosters clap their wings.

Time for the wrenched surfs to do the heavy labor.

Wake now wake, company of friends, all you best ones of Adil’s people.

Har the Hard-Grip.

Hrolf the shooter.

Men of good birth, they who do not flee.

I do not wake you to wine or the whispers of women, but the hard sport of Hilda. -A Bjarkamál Viking Poem told by Thormod.

’A song of faith in one another, that was sung in the face of death.’

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The clever DæMon chuckles to herself as she takes pride in her last second "audible call".

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Now that we know one of my gifted projects is an overly offensive force when under duress...

So Per Se Phōne, let me what type of force you produce under pressure.*

...

[Tomodachi Town Beach]

The pink and orange sky of the beach continues to have SeiõrSnow starting it’s descent from some unknown height above.

A seagull flies by a single flake as it floats to the ground. The Seiõrflake drops passed the self loathing 2nd Generational DæMon.

Persephone: "I’m not a ’writer’ Charby, I’m just another storyteller.

Real writers know how to properly form sentences.

Real writers know proper wordsmithing and sentence structure.

Real writers know how to start and end Chapters and what it takes to properly ’write’ a convoluted and complex story.

Not just ’winging it’.

While praying I don’t create an accidental plot hole or protect certain characters with the plot.

If I want to create one of the greatest tales of all time, I need to have it all make sense to the audience.

Something real writers know how to do."

While listening, a disheartened Charybdis slowly reaches out to touch her hand, but he remembers how she had flinched away the last time he had tried to comfort her without her looking.

He allows the venting storyteller to continue he

Persephone: "I’m just a storyteller who has a reason for writing, the proper materials, an over active imagination, and has been overly influenced by fictional characters from stories written by others.

It’s only thanks to my caregiver that I have a library sized encyclopedia of information at my disposal for the historical and scientific elements.

Without all that help, I’m just a dumb person who likes to learn things that I’ll eventually forget or misremember."

Charybdis gets discouraged from hearing the beautiful writer put herself down.

Char: "Don’t say stuff like that, Persephone.

You’re definitely smarter, or more willing to learn than I am.

I’d say you’re in the Top 3 of smartest people I know!"

The young woman blushes.

Persephone (thinking): *He must be referring to his mom and sister being the other two.*

The young man slowly leans in to kiss her, and Persephone leans in as well.

However, riiiiiight before the lips of the two lovebirds can connect...

*POP*

Man’s Voice: "What in Sam’s Hell?!

Where in tarnation am I now!?"

The yelling and shouting of an aggressive man makes the jittery Persephone flinch back and ruins the possibly romantic moment.

Charybdis throws his hand up in the air, looking up in disbelief at whatever cruel God in the sky has interfered.

Charybdis: "Oh come on!"

The scared, young storyteller quickly taps Char’s shoulder once with the back of her hand.

No longer in a joking matter, he looks over and gets surprised.

Standing on the sand, about 50 yards away, they see a cowboy holding one bright SunSword in his right hand and it’s sleak, shiny, upgraded HeatHolster.

It is the same country man that MamMon DæMon had asked Isfet to use her ability on.

Now with the Scandinavian witch’s plan in full swing, both Char and Persephone jump to their feet.

The Izanagi Gunner activates his own IceEye to it’s 2nd Stage. A purple aura coming from the threatened ocular symbiote connected to it’s host’s emotions through the brain.

Two steps to his right, his bagged up sniper and AIG are on the ground.

Charybdis(thinking): *I don’t have time to pull out the SR!

I’ll have to go with this?*

The soldier grabs the grip of his own recently updated (but still obsolete to the enemy’s) SunSword and reveals the bright, scorching blade.

Persephone stares at the threat who appeared out of thin air, now striding across the sand towards them.

Each time he brings one boot in front of the other, he kicks up the grains of broken down rocks.

Char: "Is this guy dressed like an actual cowboy unironically?"

The highly alert soldier notices the cowboy’s smokey aura coming from the activated symbiote.

Char(thinking): *His IceEye is active!

So what’s his symbiote’s ability?

Is that the reason for why he just showed up out of nowhere?!

Shit, this dude could actually be dangerous, and just when I was gunna finally kiss a girl!*

After the realization of missing out on his opportunity, the threatened and standoffish purple aura, turns to a matching smokey grey as the unknown man.

Scylia’s little brother gets pissed off and steps closer to the edge of the wall.

Char: "Persephone, get behind me.

...

Persephone?!"

The young woman carefully and gingerly steps up to the same edge, only a yard to Char’s left.

Her pink eyes glued to the intimidating force approaching while she remembers...

[Two Weeks Earlier]

{Outside MamMon’s Forest}

It is midnight under the stars in what was the pre apocalypse "Son Goku City".

SeiõrSnow falls on the permanently fresh cut grass, which was grown from a different manifestation of the universal energy.

A small fire is going in the middle of the southern most field outside of the central forest.

Only Persephone and MamMon DæMon are by the fire. Sitting on top of turned over logs.

The young writer/storyteller is, as usual, face deep in her notebook. Jotting down the last of her thoughts before taking a deep breath.

Persephone(to herself): "I think I’ve got it all set up now.

An unnamed mystery assailant, unwilling to cooperate with reason.

The perfect environment to utilize one of the powers for one of the main factions side characters, but..

But...there’s still something missing.

Obviously, the story focused character will win, but based off his previous blunders, and the clearly experienced foe, it’s not believable...

God!

Why is the hardest part for me, even over 300 Chapters later, finding a way or how to provoke a fight scene, but still make it fully believable!?"

MamMon DæMon: "I can sense the personal mental energy your releasing is made from doubt and frustration."

The pondering young lady quickly looks up and across the smaller, personal, dancing flame to see her "Aunt"/Seiõr Trainer.

The advanced Seiõr user, sitting up close to the active source of heat energy, has her right arm inside the flame.

As MamMon pulls her hand away, Persephone and any of those mutually accepted by the mysterious universal energy witnesses orange/red opac streaks leaving the flame, and following the hand.

The energy floats horizontally from the active flame, towards an orange/red ping pong ball sized orb.

The absorbing orb is one micrometer away from touching the DæMon’s outwards facing palm.

MamMon DæMon: "Can I offer you any assistance towards finding a peace at mind?

Since the reason I did bring you out here, was supposed to be for Seiõr control Per Se Ph-...I mean ’Persephone’."

She closes her right hand, covers the "mini-sun" and hides her hand back inside her money tree patterned cloak.

Persephone: "Well, I figured it’s about time for another fight in my story."

Pretending to sound interested, the witch fidgets through her cloak for something.

MamMon DæMon: "Oh how exciting..."

Persephone(nods): "Yes. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Well, I would like to think it’s going to be exciting, but I’ve seem to run into my own snare."

From Mammon’s cloak sleeve, Lil’ Lævateinn pokes out and she presses the orb of collected heat energy against the daggers blade.

The ball of condensed Seiõr disappears completely.

MamMon DæMon: "And that subplot obstacle alone is causing you to create enough negative mental energy for me to sense it?"

Persephone blushes in embarrassment with a nod in response.

Persephone: "Over 200 Chapters earlier, I had already provided an exhibit to the lack of combat prowess in the supporting side character that is about to fight the enemy.

I’m worried because I don’t want to kill off one of my top supporting characters, but I also don’t want to have a plot armored fight."

MamMon DæMon: "I see..."

Even with half of it’s total energy stolen, the campfire is barely lit after the collection of the heated Seiõr.

MamMon DæMon: "You see dear 2nd Generation, everything about this universe is in the spectrum of ’give and take’."

Persephone opens up her notebook and starts taking notes like a student at an academic lecture.

Persephone (mumbles): "...’about give...and...take’."

MamMon DæMon: "Giving, gifting, striking, and rewarding.."

The "thief" of the fire’s energy now throws a bit of dry leaves and twigs as kindle for the small flame to consume and grow.

It works and the campfire regrows as she backs away to sit down on her fallen log.

MamMon DæMon: "...must exist along with taking, receiving, supporting, and stealing."

The reflection of the flame dances in the ancient witch’s blue eyes while she watches it.

MamMon DæMon: "With that universal balance in mind, one who can manipulate Seiõr in combative situations can easily understand the concept of ’ScourgingSeiõr’ and ’SupportingSeiõr’ when the time for battle eventually arrives."

Persephone: "...’ScourgingSeiõr’ and ’SupportingSeiõr’?"

Persephone’s pink eyes look up from her notes, and they stay locked ahead as she is back on the beach in real time.