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>>45653229 (3/3—p3)
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Against an invisible enemy, they must've fought as you'd expect: with dices, turns, paper, and imagination. Through my limited experience—I saw their things spread out on the bed while my face was abused by cosmetics—I expected that…

… Then again, I'm not exactly invisible.

"I cast firebolt!" Sakuya yelled, a knife leaving her 'staff' and flying to me—exploding into flames of sudden friction. I had to dodge, eyes wide, gold pile hit, having no time to argue the barely explained rules as a massive toy sword descended upon me, another dodge as the very floor cracked open. Red 'lighting spears' poured from behind, a gap opening—

—Gaps consumed in red death, and the next dodge saved me from Flan's destruction—

Assassin Flan was expecting, coming out of the shadows with the dexterity and sneaking capacities of an elephant; meaning I caught her, spun her as if a saloon trick and threw the laughing mess of a 520-year-old vampire onto Warrior Flan already ramming at me again, the both of them flying into the pool and causing a big splash of water upwards. A tiger of red flames tried chomping my tails away, and it was destroyed by a pressured jet of ocean water from the depths of the Pacific. "Oi, dragons don't breathe water!" Druid Flan said with a loud laugh.

"Her mother must've been a sea serpent, young Mistress!" Sakuya pondered, an arch of spinning knives above her head gathering kinetic force as to generate those flames of before.

All the while, Chen was playing a cool music, eyes shining, hardly managing to conceal her laughter.

Huffing and puffing, watching the Warrior and Assassin Flan leave the pool, I noticed turns and paper wouldn't be used. A shame, really; from the looks of it, there were lots of arithmetic considered in the background…

… Still, if that's how we're doing things, I better be my best dragon. For Chen's enjoyment, that is. Of course.

I rise from the ground, wings made out of gaps sprawling at my back, gazing from above the 'heroes', scaly trench-coat swaying in the wind, a troubadour-like speech forming in my head as the make-up on my face went aflame, now unfeigned menace…

Then I recalled I was a dragon and condensed that speech into one single word: "Rawr!"

At the sound of Chen's out-of-tune guitar, the true battle began.

Knives rained, much more than the simple arch Sakuya had above her head, flames mortal; consumed by Gaps, the knives turned against their master, pouring down on Sakuya. A blink and she was gone—

—red lighting roared just as bats of red fire swarmed, geysers of scalding water—not aimed at the girls, of course—snuffed the scarlet flames as I dodged down onto the earth, closing distance with the heroes in a matter of moments. "YOU'LL BE SLAIN, BEAST!!" A cute cry and a sword aimed for the head, claws of blood-shot eyes holding the sword as its inertia coursed through me, my body feeling as if hit by a train, ankles sinking into the floor. Still, with the grip on the blade, I rose Warrior Flan above my head and launched her at Chen, keeping the toy sword as another batch of flames tried licking my skin, yet only managing one of my wings, now burning in red crimson. Red lighting pelted, but was redirected by currents of water streaming from Gaps on the sword's edge. I was in front of Cleric Flan and ready to—

—A glistening blue knife met my Flamberge, Sakuya there, staring at me with a challenging grin. "Only above my rotting corpse!" A close-quarters battle commenced with the mage.

Chen, recovering from the Warrior Flan missile, helped her back on her feet, watching. "Wasn't she a mage?"

"A battle mage~" Warrior Flan said, ripping one of the bed's pylons for her new weapon and rushing towards me, still engaged in combat with Sakuya and unable to leave, the woman's finesse with the pointy thing like that of a butcher's hook—then a smaller knife joined the fray, Assassin Flan, and a third, though a wooden pylon hardly classifies as a weapon.

Still, against three weapons and under constant scarlet fire and lighting, red animals of the most fantastical joining too, I knew I had to finish this before getting overwhelmed.

Chen's guitar grew into a crescendo, or an attempt at it. It didn't change her massive smile.

Finding a small breach, a gap took over the entirety of the sword's edge, Sakuya noticing, and, before she could think properly, a tsunami flooded the whole room in all directions; Sakuya having to stop time and get the girls to the only safe place: the chandeliers—according to plan!

Taking them by surprise, sword liquefied, I rushed the party of heroes in extenuating close-quarters, easily destroying defenses and incapacitating one by one—Warrior Flan with a pat on the head; Assassin Flan a rapid tickling attack; Druid and Cleric Flan with a massage on the shoulders, and was already on top of Sakuya, gaps between my fingers melting her knives, about to beat her with a good—

—a lute hit my head, and I halted, looking at Chen…