How many hours had it been...? Alisa had lost track after the first few, her armor sweaty and tattered from the stenuous battle she'd so far survived. She'd incurred a couple light injuries, but for the most part, the hunter armor had lived up to its name and helped her far more than she even expected, letting her conserve the mana she'd have used on defensive spells. Indeed conservation was the name of the game her. In no other time had Alisa felt this pressing a need to lean on her stamina and physical fitness, knowing even the slightest unnecessary expense in magic power would have cost her dearly.
She was foolish to have fought them for so long... Hell, even her stamina had to be sparingly expended throughout the battle, for Alisa simply couldn't see the end to the enemy horde:
"Just how many demons do they have here...?", she growled, panting visibly as her chest heaved up and down under the ragged confines of her armor, her skin flushed, her long, silky hair clinging to her wet skin far too often.
Yet she lacked the luxury of time needed to simply brush it away behind her, merely whipping it back, partly wishing she'd have considered cutting her hair before wandering into the Abyss... Or at least tying it up in a ponytail really, that too would solve her problem nicely enough... In no other time had Alisa been pressured as much as she felt now, not even when she faced Zade during the invasion of Crocus. Back then, she had allies to watch her back, and she didn't even feel the master swordsman was overly preoccupied with taking their lives. This was different. Alisa was not only fighting for victory, but for survival. The moment she fell, she was as good was dead:
"Tch... You lot are far too troublesome.", clicking her tongue, she slashed a trio of advancing winged demons to ribbons before dashing back and out of the way, avoiding an oncoming club by a hair's breadth.
- Spoiler:
Damage taken: 1S
Mana used: 2000 (Minus discount)
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