[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]
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Re: Glory vs A
...Morning Glory.
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...They're not making things easy this time.
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So, how shall we do this?
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[a small smirk. he's ready to go]
Well, where does that leave us?
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It seems like you're already pretty sure where that leaves us.
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[She shifts her weight slightly.]
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[Without further ado: casting Megido]
1/2
Even while taken aback, though, she manages to respond when A starts moving. The ground under them quakes, making him stumble—but only briefly, because he's a persona and he manages some kind of ridiculous pirouette flip back to his feet.
That's enough time for Glory to be back in action, though, and he only barely manages to straighten as a throwing knife comes flying for him, nicking his shoulder. He does a backwards roll out of the way of her kick to retrieve the knife from the floor, and uses it to block her strike with a combat knife as she lunges in. Metal clashes a few more times as they exchange blows, neither of them really getting the advantage.
Then A feints, and manages to slice Glory's forearm and make her drop her knife. The cut is wide and shallow, and it forces her to retreat briefly. He casts Megido for another moment of lead time, and then goes for the button again—only for the room to go white and then dark as Lightning Flashes. But he knows where he's going. He can make it before she gets there.
Or so he thinks. He should probably have realized she had more than one throwing knife. The sharp pain of the blade embedding itself in his thigh makes him topple to the ground, his head knocking against the podium as he falls. But he's almost there—he tries to draw himself back upright to hit the button—
And another knife hits his outstretched hand. The few seconds of pain means his failure. He can hear Glory's quick footsteps approaching and the click of the button depressing.]
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Shit.
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...Sorry.