Chapter 203
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Chapter 203
Why didnt the formations work? Alva asked. They didnt stop my attack...
They did work, Catarina pointed out. If they hadnt been in place, your arrow would have gone through the back of the vein, the arteries, maybe the spine at that angle. Instead you only punctured the front side of the vein, not completely severing it.
Alva made a disgusted face. I dont want to think about that.
The best part about being an archer was she didnt have to look at what she did up close. There were some people who deserved whatever happened to them, but that didnt mean she wanted to see it. Shed already seen enough dead people to last several lifetimes.
Alvas next match wouldnt be for at least a day, since they wanted everyone to have the chance to rest, but she wanted to know who her opponent was ahead of time. Her match had been more towards the end of the first round, so her opponent should be listed soon.
It didnt take her long to find it but when she did she just stared at it in shock. It was some kind of weird mistake, right? But nothing changed no matter how she looked at it. She had to go find out. Maybe there was another person from the same sect with that name. That would make sense.
The atmosphere chilled as she approached the Frostmirror Sect. She understood the cold was their whole cultivation method, but did they have to make it so unpleasant? A nice cool breeze was one thing, but it was unpleasant just to approach. Especially without any expressions on anyones faces. Fortunately, Diana recognized her as she approached. I assume you are here to see Annelie? Before Alva even answered, she waved her forward.
It was hard to not run up and hug her cousin, but beyond the fact that it would be incredibly cold, it would also be frowned on by the sect members around her. She didnt want to make things more difficult for Annelie. But at least she was allowed to smile. The Frostmirror Sect could say whatever they wanted to their own members, but they couldnt force others to throw away their emotions. Good to see you again. Have you heard?
Annelie nodded. Yes. We are matched against each other tomorrow.
What are you going to do? Alva bit her lip.
Im going to fight. And you should as well. Its a proper tournament, after all. Someone must come out the victor in each match.
It was difficult to look at the face of her cousin and see only blankness. Even with her Insight being trained, if she didnt know better she would have thought Annelie really had no emotions at all. There had only been a brief time they really got to reconnect in the secret realm, but she knew Annelie was still herself inside there. A slight modification to the core cultivation technique and she was able to simply turn off her emotions when it suited her, instead of expunging them entirely. It still hurt, though. Right. Only one can win. I know you are still ahead of me in cultivation, but dont think it will be easy.
Alva continued to shoot arrows as quickly as she could, forcing her opponent to duck and weave and jump to get around the growing web of flames. She didnt just stand still herself, but circled around her opponent, leaving a trail of fire where she walked as well. That was the technique shed originally focused on learning, but it was only useful in specific circumstances. But when neither the ground nor the air were safe, where would anyone go?
Explosions of steam began to pop up as Annelie forced her way through the flaming trails. Alva knew they could be stronger, but it would be difficult to maintain them. Well, who cared about that? This was just a stupid tournament match. It didnt even matter who won. As long as it was her and not her stupid cousin.
Neither Catarina nor Devon had been willing to give her a secret trick to beat Annelie either. What was family for, if they wouldnt help you when you needed it? At least shed trained the stupid fire technique. It was annoying, because if she didnt control it properly it might catch her hair on fire or singe her bow. She could smell her hair burning now, in fact, but what did that matter? Hair would grow back.
Annelie was still dodging too easily. The trails needed to be bigger. Wooshier. Like a bonfire instead of a torch. For that she had to slow down, but Annelie was having trouble navigating the battlefield anyway. Some of the ponds wouldnt freeze properly, and she sunk into them briefly. Alva could afford to take fewer, better shots.
The worst part was that even though Alva was sweating buckets, Annelies face remained calm and unfazed. Not a drop of sweat on her forehead. Just because she started cultivating a bit earlier, was she going to win? It was dumb. She probably didnt even shoot a hundred arrows a day, let alone a thousand! Yesterday Alva hadnt shot nearly so many, so she had almost an extra thousand for today.
If Annelie reached Alva, she would just lose anyway, so she didnt bother reserving any energy for defenses. Each arrow she shot was like a fluttering bird, if birds caught on fire and had no real shape. But fire spewed out in all directions, lingering behind for at least a few moments and making it hard for Annelie to move.
Then things lined up just perfectly, with Annelie leaping for the center of a large pond. She could certainly land on the surface and make ice, but could she redirect herself in flight? Only one way to find out. Another large bundle of fire shot out at her, the arrow arriving shortly after she landed on the pond, freezing some of it. With nothing else to do, the center of the ice melted- and evaporated almost instantly. A large fire-and-steam ball rose up around Annelie, and then she fell into the pond beneath her as nothing supported the remaining ice.
Ha! Served her right, to get soaked like that! She probably couldnt even use her stupid frost stuff now, or shed freeze herself. Annelie was just dragging herself onto shore when Alva took aim once more. She wasnt even a little bit signed yet, and probably hadnt broken a sweat either. It was hard to tell with all that water dripping from her hair. When Alvas next arrow reached her it was hardly an arrow. It was just a ball of fire washing over her. Alva felt Annelies defenses straining.
Who said you needed condensed energy to pierce through defenses? Who said you had to conserve your energy for a proper fight? Who said that fighting angry made people do stupid things and overtax themselves? They were all wrong, because Annelie had to surrender before she could even stand up again.
Yeah! Alva squeezed her bow and shouted to the sky. She won! And Annelies stupid face was dripping wet and covered in soot at the same time!
There was a crack, and Annelie looked at her bow. Then she smelled it. Was that a campfire? Wasnt her bow a sort of silvery platinum, and not black? Wasnt it supposed to be in one piece, not broken down the middle?
Alva reached her other hand towards her abdomen. She just wanted to make sure she was sensing in the right place. She was supposed to have energy in there, wasnt she? Ah crap. Maybe shed overdone it. She flopped down onto her face in the dirt without even being able to continue her victory celebration.
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Chapter 203
Why didnt the formations work? Alva asked. They didnt stop my attack...
They did work, Catarina pointed out. If they hadnt been in place, your arrow would have gone through the back of the vein, the arteries, maybe the spine at that angle. Instead you only punctured the front side of the vein, not completely severing it.
Alva made a disgusted face. I dont want to think about that.
The best part about being an archer was she didnt have to look at what she did up close. There were some people who deserved whatever happened to them, but that didnt mean she wanted to see it. Shed already seen enough dead people to last several lifetimes.
Alvas next match wouldnt be for at least a day, since they wanted everyone to have the chance to rest, but she wanted to know who her opponent was ahead of time. Her match had been more towards the end of the first round, so her opponent should be listed soon.
It didnt take her long to find it but when she did she just stared at it in shock. It was some kind of weird mistake, right? But nothing changed no matter how she looked at it. She had to go find out. Maybe there was another person from the same sect with that name. That would make sense.
The atmosphere chilled as she approached the Frostmirror Sect. She understood the cold was their whole cultivation method, but did they have to make it so unpleasant? A nice cool breeze was one thing, but it was unpleasant just to approach. Especially without any expressions on anyones faces. Fortunately, Diana recognized her as she approached. I assume you are here to see Annelie? Before Alva even answered, she waved her forward.
It was hard to not run up and hug her cousin, but beyond the fact that it would be incredibly cold, it would also be frowned on by the sect members around her. She didnt want to make things more difficult for Annelie. But at least she was allowed to smile. The Frostmirror Sect could say whatever they wanted to their own members, but they couldnt force others to throw away their emotions. Good to see you again. Have you heard?
Annelie nodded. Yes. We are matched against each other tomorrow.
What are you going to do? Alva bit her lip.
Im going to fight. And you should as well. Its a proper tournament, after all. Someone must come out the victor in each match.
It was difficult to look at the face of her cousin and see only blankness. Even with her Insight being trained, if she didnt know better she would have thought Annelie really had no emotions at all. There had only been a brief time they really got to reconnect in the secret realm, but she knew Annelie was still herself inside there. A slight modification to the core cultivation technique and she was able to simply turn off her emotions when it suited her, instead of expunging them entirely. It still hurt, though. Right. Only one can win. I know you are still ahead of me in cultivation, but dont think it will be easy.
Alva continued to shoot arrows as quickly as she could, forcing her opponent to duck and weave and jump to get around the growing web of flames. She didnt just stand still herself, but circled around her opponent, leaving a trail of fire where she walked as well. That was the technique shed originally focused on learning, but it was only useful in specific circumstances. But when neither the ground nor the air were safe, where would anyone go?
Explosions of steam began to pop up as Annelie forced her way through the flaming trails. Alva knew they could be stronger, but it would be difficult to maintain them. Well, who cared about that? This was just a stupid tournament match. It didnt even matter who won. As long as it was her and not her stupid cousin.
Neither Catarina nor Devon had been willing to give her a secret trick to beat Annelie either. What was family for, if they wouldnt help you when you needed it? At least shed trained the stupid fire technique. It was annoying, because if she didnt control it properly it might catch her hair on fire or singe her bow. She could smell her hair burning now, in fact, but what did that matter? Hair would grow back.
Annelie was still dodging too easily. The trails needed to be bigger. Wooshier. Like a bonfire instead of a torch. For that she had to slow down, but Annelie was having trouble navigating the battlefield anyway. Some of the ponds wouldnt freeze properly, and she sunk into them briefly. Alva could afford to take fewer, better shots.
The worst part was that even though Alva was sweating buckets, Annelies face remained calm and unfazed. Not a drop of sweat on her forehead. Just because she started cultivating a bit earlier, was she going to win? It was dumb. She probably didnt even shoot a hundred arrows a day, let alone a thousand! Yesterday Alva hadnt shot nearly so many, so she had almost an extra thousand for today.
If Annelie reached Alva, she would just lose anyway, so she didnt bother reserving any energy for defenses. Each arrow she shot was like a fluttering bird, if birds caught on fire and had no real shape. But fire spewed out in all directions, lingering behind for at least a few moments and making it hard for Annelie to move.
Then things lined up just perfectly, with Annelie leaping for the center of a large pond. She could certainly land on the surface and make ice, but could she redirect herself in flight? Only one way to find out. Another large bundle of fire shot out at her, the arrow arriving shortly after she landed on the pond, freezing some of it. With nothing else to do, the center of the ice melted- and evaporated almost instantly. A large fire-and-steam ball rose up around Annelie, and then she fell into the pond beneath her as nothing supported the remaining ice.
Ha! Served her right, to get soaked like that! She probably couldnt even use her stupid frost stuff now, or shed freeze herself. Annelie was just dragging herself onto shore when Alva took aim once more. She wasnt even a little bit signed yet, and probably hadnt broken a sweat either. It was hard to tell with all that water dripping from her hair. When Alvas next arrow reached her it was hardly an arrow. It was just a ball of fire washing over her. Alva felt Annelies defenses straining.
Who said you needed condensed energy to pierce through defenses? Who said you had to conserve your energy for a proper fight? Who said that fighting angry made people do stupid things and overtax themselves? They were all wrong, because Annelie had to surrender before she could even stand up again.
Yeah! Alva squeezed her bow and shouted to the sky. She won! And Annelies stupid face was dripping wet and covered in soot at the same time!
There was a crack, and Annelie looked at her bow. Then she smelled it. Was that a campfire? Wasnt her bow a sort of silvery platinum, and not black? Wasnt it supposed to be in one piece, not broken down the middle?
Alva reached her other hand towards her abdomen. She just wanted to make sure she was sensing in the right place. She was supposed to have energy in there, wasnt she? Ah crap. Maybe shed overdone it. She flopped down onto her face in the dirt without even being able to continue her victory celebration.
Chapter 203Why didnt the formations work? Alva asked. They didnt stop my attack...They did work, Catarina pointed out. If they hadnt been in place, your arrow would have gone through the back of the vein, the arteries, maybe the spine at that angle. Instead you only punctured the front side of the vein, not completely severing it.Alva made a disgusted face. I dont want to think about that.The best part about being an archer was she didnt have to look at what she did up close. There were some people who deserved whatever happened to them, but that didnt mean she wanted to see it. Shed already seen enough dead people to last several lifetimes.Alvas next match wouldnt be for at least a day, since they wanted everyone to have the chance to rest, but she wanted to know who her opponent was ahead of time. Her match had been more towards the end of the first round, so her opponent should be listed soon. It didnt take her long to find it but when she did she just stared at it in shock. It was some kind of weird mistake, right? But nothing changed no matter how she looked at it. She had to go find out. Maybe there was another person from the same sect with that name. That would make sense.The atmosphere chilled as she approached the Frostmirror Sect. She understood the cold was their whole cultivation method, but did they have to make it so unpleasant? A nice cool breeze was one thing, but it was unpleasant just to approach. Especially without any expressions on anyones faces. Fortunately, Diana recognized her as she approached. I assume you are here to see Annelie? Before Alva even answered, she waved her forward.It was hard to not run up and hug her cousin, but beyond the fact that it would be incredibly cold, it would also be frowned on by the sect members around her. She didnt want to make things more difficult for Annelie. But at least she was allowed to smile. The Frostmirror Sect could say whatever they wanted to their own members, but they couldnt force others to throw away their emotions. Good to see you again. Have you heard?Annelie nodded. Yes. We are matched against each other tomorrow.What are you going to do? Alva bit her lip.Im going to fight. And you should as well. Its a proper tournament, after all. Someone must come out the victor in each match.It was difficult to look at the face of her cousin and see only blankness. Even with her Insight being trained, if she didnt know better she would have thought Annelie really had no emotions at all. There had only been a brief time they really got to reconnect in the secret realm, but she knew Annelie was still herself inside there. A slight modification to the core cultivation technique and she was able to simply turn off her emotions when it suited her, instead of expunging them entirely. It still hurt, though. Right. Only one can win. I know you are still ahead of me in cultivation, but dont think it will be easy.Alva continued to shoot arrows as quickly as she could, forcing her opponent to duck and weave and jump to get around the growing web of flames. She didnt just stand still herself, but circled around her opponent, leaving a trail of fire where she walked as well. That was the technique shed originally focused on learning, but it was only useful in specific circumstances. But when neither the ground nor the air were safe, where would anyone go?Explosions of steam began to pop up as Annelie forced her way through the flaming trails. Alva knew they could be stronger, but it would be difficult to maintain them. Well, who cared about that? This was just a stupid tournament match. It didnt even matter who won. As long as it was her and not her stupid cousin.Neither Catarina nor Devon had been willing to give her a secret trick to beat Annelie either. What was family for, if they wouldnt help you when you needed it? At least shed trained the stupid fire technique. It was annoying, because if she didnt control it properly it might catch her hair on fire or singe her bow. She could smell her hair burning now, in fact, but what did that matter? Hair would grow back.Annelie was still dodging too easily. The trails needed to be bigger. Wooshier. Like a bonfire instead of a torch. For that she had to slow down, but Annelie was having trouble navigating the battlefield anyway. Some of the ponds wouldnt freeze properly, and she sunk into them briefly. Alva could afford to take fewer, better shots.The worst part was that even though Alva was sweating buckets, Annelies face remained calm and unfazed. Not a drop of sweat on her forehead. Just because she started cultivating a bit earlier, was she going to win? It was dumb. She probably didnt even shoot a hundred arrows a day, let alone a thousand! Yesterday Alva hadnt shot nearly so many, so she had almost an extra thousand for today. If Annelie reached Alva, she would just lose anyway, so she didnt bother reserving any energy for defenses. Each arrow she shot was like a fluttering bird, if birds caught on fire and had no real shape. But fire spewed out in all directions, lingering behind for at least a few moments and making it hard for Annelie to move. Then things lined up just perfectly, with Annelie leaping for the center of a large pond. She could certainly land on the surface and make ice, but could she redirect herself in flight? Only one way to find out. Another large bundle of fire shot out at her, the arrow arriving shortly after she landed on the pond, freezing some of it. With nothing else to do, the center of the ice melted- and evaporated almost instantly. A large fire-and-steam ball rose up around Annelie, and then she fell into the pond beneath her as nothing supported the remaining ice.Ha! Served her right, to get soaked like that! She probably couldnt even use her stupid frost stuff now, or shed freeze herself. Annelie was just dragging herself onto shore when Alva took aim once more. She wasnt even a little bit signed yet, and probably hadnt broken a sweat either. It was hard to tell with all that water dripping from her hair. When Alvas next arrow reached her it was hardly an arrow. It was just a ball of fire washing over her. Alva felt Annelies defenses straining.Who said you needed condensed energy to pierce through defenses? Who said you had to conserve your energy for a proper fight? Who said that fighting angry made people do stupid things and overtax themselves? They were all wrong, because Annelie had to surrender before she could even stand up again.Yeah! Alva squeezed her bow and shouted to the sky. She won! And Annelies stupid face was dripping wet and covered in soot at the same time! There was a crack, and Annelie looked at her bow. Then she smelled it. Was that a campfire? Wasnt her bow a sort of silvery platinum, and not black? Wasnt it supposed to be in one piece, not broken down the middle?Alva reached her other hand towards her abdomen. She just wanted to make sure she was sensing in the right place. She was supposed to have energy in there, wasnt she? Ah crap. Maybe shed overdone it. She flopped down onto her face in the dirt without even being able to continue her victory celebration.
