VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 147: A little light Training
KAABOOOM!
Percy stumbled back from the force of the magical explosion. Flames lapped at his body, but could not touch his supple, and perfect skin all thanks to the ethereal, golden armour that he was wreathed in entirely. Beneath this armour, he was wearing the simple comfort clothes of a T-shirt and sweatpants.
His armour took the form of an old style European Knights armour, equipped even with the eye slit despite the fact he could see through any part of it. The only unrealistic flair upon it, the type of thing that would drive history nerds crazy, was three pointed spikes sprouting from the face plate, making it look like he had a star stuck to his forehead.
Raising his shield, which was still manifesting over a pot lid, he blocked the bolt of lightning that streaked towards him and deflected it to the side, where it struck the metallic wall of the run way. Keeping his head down, he began to charge forwards, bracing himself for what he knew was going to come next.
At the other end of the runway, sitting comfortably in her chair, Valerie smirked to herself. She held her hands out to either side and channelled her mana. Within seconds, flames roared to life on her palms and quickly swirled together to form golf ball sized balls.
She sent them flying with a flick of her twist, her smile turning even more sadistic as she watched them sail towards Percy just to explode in his face. Without even waiting for the flames to clear, Valerie clapped her hands together and started to rub them slowly.
As if they were medical paddles slowly building a charge, sparks of lightning crackled across her hands before she thrust them forwards with her fingers pointed towards Percy.
Multiple miniature bolts of lightning leapt from her fingertips and zipped through the air to strike at the charging Knight. They struck him all over, blasting at his shield, his head, his chest and his feet. The last one almost made him slip in his charge, which absolutely made Valerie cackle like some evil witch.
It had been a three days since Percy had awakened, putting them into their fifth of seven days, if the deadline still held true, and in those three days they had been working on training each other. However the form that training took was unconventional at best.
With Valerie’s condition, normal sparring was completely off the table. Movement was her biggest issue and if Percy could just move behind her and win, the spar was pointless.
That didn’t mean she was completely neglecting that issue. She knew better than anyone how much she needed to address it, it just wasn’t the goal of their training.
Instead, they used each other to work on the most important parts of their strength. For Valerie it was control of her magic, such as the speed of her casting, the variety of her spells and most importantly how many she could cast before she was completely spent. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
She had kept up her meditation sessions during those three days, using not only the Garden but the lands all around them that was covered in nature - which was still incredibly weird to her. But it had allowed Valerie to come incredibly close to forming her source.
If she had to guess, she was somewhere around 90% complete. One or two more sessions would be all she needed to finally advance to the next stage.
In that time, however, she had focused on her intuitive casting which not only allowed her to make the spells a little more efficient, as she could tailor the output to her needs rather than always letting out the standard blast, but she could also modify them or create spells of her own.
Her lightning fingers were one such variety of that.
Compared to Valerie, Percy’s training was much simpler. He was focusing on improving his Providence armours durability, alongside his ability to repair it and maintain it under stressful situations.
"Aww, what’s the matter? Did the little baby nearly fall?" She cackled as she continued to let loose crackling bolts from her fingertips.
"Yeah yeah, let’s see how tough you are when I get over there!" Percy shouted back, stopping for a moment to reaffirm his footing before charging again.
"If you get here, you mean. If, not When." Valerie shouted back, cutting off the lightning bolts as she moved onto her next trick.
Piles of kitchen cutlery sat in piles on the floor around her, waiting for their time to shine. Stirring up her bloodline, as her collection began to float the air around her, surrounding her like an army of silver drones ready to strike.
When it came to knives, they weren’t stupid enough to use the truly deadly one, but even still a butterknife flying at your head still didn’t feel good when it hit. A lesson which Percy was going to learn here, right now. Again.
Valerie thrust her hands forwards, sending her loyal army of cutlery flying towards their pitiful target. Forks, spoons and the oh so dreaded butterknives cut through the air and sung as they flew.
Percy raised his head for a brief moment, just in time to catch what was coming his way, and immediately stopped in his tracks and cursed under his breath.
He raised his golden pot lid up, hunkering behind the projection of a shield, as the silverware salvo slammed into him.
Cracks quickly began to form across his shield and armour as the silverware pelted him like bullets, but as fast as the cracks arrived they also started to disappear.
Percy grit his teeth, folding fast with his will power as he endured the onslaught and constantly repaired his projected armour until his moment finally came.
When she reached for another pile, he leapt to the side and dashed forwards, covering the last few metres in the blink of an eye.
With a mighty roar he raised his weapon above his head, a ladle that had the manifestation of a sword around it, and brought it down onto Valerie’s head.
Valerie winced in expected pain, before opening her eyes and looking up at the swords edge hovering just an inch above her head, and the smug expression on Percy’s face.
"I win."
