In a way only possible to describe as a combination of both ’rat and snake-like’, Shelly escapes the tight leg lock around her ribs and slithers her way behind the opponent.

Successfully getting him in a perfect rear naked choke hold.

Her lips move right up to the struggling, crying Vessel’s sound sensor.

Shelly(whispers): "Go to sleep."

With choking, crying Berserk Saku struggling in her locked arms, the right visible half of his face is slowly turning pink.

The vessel cocks it’s head back and makes contact with Shelly’s face. Her nose starts to bleed but with her gritting teeth biting through the rubber grip to her katana, she holds the choke.

[Earlier]

While looking around for another possible strike from above, Shelly tries to set up a ’game plan’.

Shelly: "I think I know how we’re going to beat him, but it all depends on whether or not I can stay indecisive on two separate possibilities until I absolutely have the opportunity, so he can’t predict my moves with Princess Rebekah’s ability."

Katsu: "You got this! I’ll help you in any way I can!"

Shelly: "But, Katsu...."

Katsu: "Hmm?"

As if afraid to release the information or nervous of disclosing the ’option play’, the sword surfer swallows her spit.

Shelly: "...The most likely one involves me killing him."

Katsu uses his Seiõr powered telekinesis to continue.

Katsu(telepathy): *Shelly, what do you mean?! We can’t kill Saku!*

Shelly(telepathy): *Don’t worry Katsu! I’m only saying that out loud so in case his wacky eye decides to us Laban’s eye ability.

I think I’ll be able to choke him out. I just need everything to go right.

With Jormy’s ability, he runs the risk of turning into a material that could permanently damage the vessel permanently.

Except...*

Katsu(telepathy): *RUBBER!*

Shelly(telepathy): *Exactly!*

She takes a quick peak at the sword in her hand before another lightning bolt strikes and cuts down the impending thunder sound wave with a swipe through the wind.

Shelly(telepathy): *My katana grip is the only rubber material left around. Even if he doesn’t take the outside damage, his vessel still feels pain and it knows I can break or dent wood and metal with a single punch, so the only viable option for it to protect itself from me, is rubber.*

Katsu(thinking to himself): *She so freaking cool! Oh my Gaaahhhd!*

Katsu(telepathy): *So your plan...*

Shelly(telepathy): *It’s not the conventional way to fight, but because he relies on eye abilities to get out of trouble and since my SoulSeiõrShield protects me from his more annoying powers, I’mma have to go a little MMA on his ass.

Even if he does turn to rubber, his vessel still needs to function properly, so if I can strangle him and prevent blood flow to his brain the eye is connected to, no matter how he stretches, as long as I keep that hold, I can make him pass out.*

She snickers.

Shelly(telepathy): *No tapouts.*

[Present]

From the edge of the stadium rooftop, Katsu watches on in disbelief and then snickers in the same way as Shelly.

Katsu(thinking): *Ho-Holy shit, we- we did it! She got him! This was a different branching scenario, so does that mean we finally...*

Immediately before he can finish the thought a lightning bolt shoots right down on top of the stadium where the strangle attempt is happening and without anyone to cut it down, the thunder wave hits the unsuspecting Yang Vessel before he can cover his ears.

Katsu(thinking): *She-lly...*

Bleeding from both his ears, his Anjell Eye going haywire and right eye all white, Katsu is flung off the stadium and falls with the now drizzling rain into the shallow lake below.

At the top of the True Bloom Arena, someone gets absolutely launched to the Northeast, and the Berserk Vessel stands to it’s feet calmly.

{Sanpaku Entrance}

...

Itsuka: "...’An opposing force of nature’?"

Zoram: "Like everything else that touches the Seiõr within this universe, there is also two contemporary forms of berserk.

’Berserker, the whiner’ and ’Berserkir, the laugher’."

Everyone else ponders on the same thing at that exact moment.

Everyone(thinking): *...’The Laugher and the Whiner’...?*

Laban pulls out her case of blunts, pulls one out and lights it before putting the case and lighter back.

Laban DaeMon: "Well, from what it sounds like, my sister told Nephi to come down here and let you all know she challenges us to a Holmgang."

Daisuki: "A what now?"

Laban DaeMon: "In simplest terms, it’s a duel between two feuding factions or individuals.

Even even simpler terms, it’s a Viking and Valkyrie style of organized sporting event for property.

She probably wants steal my Saki from me and become the wife for the 6th Sacred Seer."

Itsuka: "Okay, can you stop with the ’my Saki’ shit? He’s not yours.

Second, now what kind of info bomb were you hiding?"

Zoram: "Devotion...

Faith...

Miracles..."

Once again everyone turns to the book of lore herself.

Zoram: "For all true believers of any theistic God or Gods, these three terms are essential towards moral enlightenment, while maintaining a soothing sense of security in this confusing, scary, and ’against the odds’ of a world. Whether that sense of security is ’false’ or not, it all depends on the believers faith in themselves."

Laban takes a hit, already knowing the deep lore but letting Zoram do the complicated narrarive work.

Zoram: "How God unquestionably exists in the minds of those who believe He does, is how Seiõr unquestionably exists in the minds of the Völvas and Valkyrie who use it to continue living for their desired happiness.

Because of the human ability to ’imagine’, using stories with a fictional fundamental premise can be effective in making the person absorbing the story become more empathetic towards the world around them."

Scylia leans her head on Daisuki while both of their wife to be recites basic theistic psychology.

Zoram: "For most humans, fiction is fun.

The greatest works of fiction allows the reader to put themselves in the world created by the author.

The more imaginative the reader and writer are together, the more mental energy that gets invested into the selected world, the greater that ’universe’ becomes.

So sometimes for a story to spread ’the truth’, there might have to be a bit of fiction, which will lead to making others believe all of the truth is fiction itself.

An example of a passed down story by all the Völvas, and the few Seer men of the North, was about the first human to be accepted by Seiõr, Ymir.

To them, it was a tale of a poor, lonely young woman from Scandinavia. With her abilities and ’powers’ to help others, she gained a small following to create the Völva Clan.

That clan passed down her origin story until they were inevitably ended by the DæMon covenant they helped create with the Valkyrie."

Laban exhales and picks up the story at a crude section.

Laban DaeMon: "Unfortunately, because of the way women were viewed as lesser beings to the men at the time, it was pointless trying to tell them a woman could perform miracles. If a woman did anything ’miracle worthy’ it was considered witchcraft.

Because of this, there was a woman who couldn’t disclose the fact that she was accepted by the universal energy.

Knowing the prejudice, Seiõr had personally blessed her with the task of birthing a male Seer to speak on her behalf.

Using Seiõr to conceive her own child while remaining to stay pure.

A healthy boy, born to a family with a father and mother figure, and was adored by those who truly believed in his love.

However, almost 1,000 years previous, on another side of the world, the first Völva Ymir, never knew either of her parents, she started from nothing but bug legs in her teeth and dirtyrags for clothes.

Without a proper contemporary force living at the same time, the first Seer used his birth given ability to help all those who saught after him.

Always doing so and never habitually contested by anyone in particular.

With the powers he titled ’Elahi’, the first Seer grew up humble and pure hearted. He performed ’miracles’ with the universal energy.

Told his believers, that ’Elahi’ loves those who truly believe in it and ’Elahi’ is everywhere, all around them, always waiting to be mutually accepted by all.

In the same way Ymir had earned her respect from the Völva clan she helped establish up North a thousand of years prior, in the Middle East, a young man, born from a virgin mother, of the most pure form of concentrated Seiõr, had also established a decent following.

By preaching peace and tranquility to any who listened to him, he spent his life helping troubled spirits in need of guidance understand the mutal acceptance is essential to finding unending peace.

His words against the already established God, made the Seer (in)famous.

Instead of trying to fight for his freedom and his people, he showed them that the best, most effective way to end the constant perception of worldly suffering, is to end one’s perception entirely.

Ultimately meeting his end, unwavering from his love of the universal energy he was created with, the first ever Seer/Yin Vessel was killed and humiliated in front of his mother and followers.

With his final word being the same one he had left for his people, ’Elahi’."

As Zoram and Laban are explaining the Old Norse culture to everyone around the fire the sounds of thunder roar in the distance.

Daisuki: "Welp sounds like the storm is getting closer. We should probably put out this fire before..."

And before he can finish his sentence someone crashes down into the small fire, and skips over the spread out huddle.

It makes Zoram yipp in fear and the commotion wakes up Princess Rebekah.

Everyone looks in shock to see the "meteor" fall out of the cement side to the freeway tunnel entrance.

The last of a heavily burned Shelly’s golden pink SoulSeiõrShield flickers then goes dark, her burnt black katana falls out of her clenched jaw and her eyes all white.

Shelly: "Ka-tsu..."