Chapter Two-Hundred Fifty-Seven
Nova
Nova isn’t so sure she’s cut out for fighting, no matter how potent her name is. Voice Teemo smoothly deflected the Redcap’s opening attack like it was nothing, and he’s supposed to be bad in a fight! When he called for her, she rushed to help, but only made a mess, at least at first.
A lot of magma would keep the Redcp at bay, right? But he didn’t sound worried, didn’t stagger back or gasp in surprise. He just calmly watched. She needed to do more than just mound a bunch of magma if she wanted to achieve anything!
Her first idea seemed silly, but she didn’t see anything else to do. So she shaped the magma like she had in the shortcut. She hadn’t expected to bring a sculpture to battle, but the approval from the Guide encouraged her. It’s unorthodox, and the Guide embraces the unorthodox!
She loomed dramatically, only for the Redcap to compliment her kobold statuette? What was he even talking about? Whatever his intention, he still didn’t seem intimidated! Then Ragnar charged, and the scion produced some wicked looking chain, and she had to intercept it!
With her and Ragnar acting as distractions, Voice Teemo, Aranya, and Yvonne were even able to team up for an attack. It even hit home! When he pulled out the arrow and stepped back, she thought the Redcap was on the ropes as Rocky might put it. But Rocky always warned about a situation like that. A foe could be about to lose, or they could be preparing something nasty. A Rope-a-Dope, if she remembers right. Then the Redcap spoke, and now she knows he’s up to something nasty. She can hear a rattle of chains from one of the nearby little kobold homes, which seems odd. The kobolds should be staying still. Then a snap. Then a thud. Then stillness.
It takes her a moment to realize what’s happened, and Teemo can hear her cry. What can she do?
“Nova, push him back! We need to keep him away from the kobolds!” shouts Voice Teemo to her as the delvers withdraw, having to leave the fight to her if they’re going to save anyone.
Her?! She can’t face the Redcap! She barely has her first title, and what’s an Artist supposed to do against a Conduit?!
“Y’ got this, lass,” encourages Ragnar as he withdraws, and she can feel even the Guide’s warmth trying to give her hope. But what...
rattle
snap!
thud
Her creation leaps at the Redcap, the head scraping against the ceiling as she tries to get away from the probing attacks. He darts back, flinging more dangerous metal into her effigy as it lands, and she lets it collapse into a formless flow. The dragon sculpture is interesting, but the magma is easier to manipulate like this.
Now there’s no defined form, there’s a lot more places she can hide, and it’s a lot more difficult for the Redcap to try to dig to them! Not that he’s against trying.
“Desperation, perhaps? Did I manage to hit you in there? It’s difficult to tell, you know. I hope I can make a hat of you, Sculptor. It seems I’ll need to learn magma as a medium for that. No time like the present to learn...”
New weapons appear, though hardly traditional ones. As far as she can tell, he’s summoned some kind of sharpened shovels, or maybe even wider axes? Whatever they are, he’s able to scoop out a piece of magma and fling it aside, splattering the walls and quickly cooling.
“Heavy and hot. Do you know how long it will take me to remake the blades I’m using for you? But I think you’ll be worth the effort, Sculptor.”
She redoubles her efforts, moving the magma faster, more desperately, trying to somehow corner the Redcap so she can actually hit him! But he’s incredibly quick, dodging any tentacles she tries to make, avoiding any surges, and slipping past any blobs she might throw at him.
She’s losing magma, and starting to get low on mana, too. One last chance... she hurls one last blob of magma, and the Redcap doesn’t even need to step back as it falls short. She can practically hear him smile as he stands there, his attention squarely on her last large blob of magma.
“Nowhere else to hide, Sculptor. You weren’t easy to best, I will give you that. I shall make a glorious hat of this battle, either from you, or from your companions. Perhaps from that oddly-furred one. I haven’t seen something like her before. Good bye, Sculptor.”
Nova feels the magma part around three huge blades, or possibly just one moving incredibly fast. Her last hiding place is sliced into eight even pieces. A few more blades are summoned to further dice and separate the magma as the Redcap looks for his prize.
“Hmm... were you a slime, instead of a dragon? I’m not sure if that would be more impressive, or less. Agh!?”
Nova grins to herself as her supposedly-failed projectile finally hits its mark. With his attention on the larger pile, she could slowly inch it closer until there was no way for him to dodge! The smaller blob pounces on the Redcap’s feet, encasing them and holding him fast. She bursts from the ceiling where she had hidden, having escaped through the head when it scraped. The Guide likened her to a strange flying bomb when he first saw her hit a fire elemental like this. They never see it coming, and she’s pretty sure the Redcap is the same.
The Redcap can’t move his blades in time, and Nova hears his last word before her jaws close around his head, her momentum dragging them both through the floor as she melts the rock around them.
“Beautiful...”
