Theatre of Emotions (8)

A swift dash placed Priscilla close to Goliath's large legs, unlike their previous encounter, her slashes were now capable of cutting through his thick defence. Each slash was met with a quick dodge as he tried to land a punch on her. 

'Roarrrrrrrrrrr' Erupted from his throat, overhead panels falling onto the ground and smashing into hundreds of little pieces. He punched the ground, further shaking the entire building, forcing Priscilla to retreat onto the metal railings atop the lobby. 

'That big beefy monster sure doesn't mess around.' She crossed her legs, taking a moment to think about what actions would be best to take. Every spell resulted in the same outcome, or at least pointed toward the Justice Tarot Card. 'But what would I accuse him of? Has he realistically done anything evil? I was the one that attacked him when we met...' Thoughts flashed through her mind of what happened to Lucia, being stripped of her magic and a fatal blow to her stomach. 

'That would definitely not work, and I need my magic to beat him. So what else could I do?'

'I mean, you could just put the key inside of the door and leave.' Sors chimed in, his opinion was correct, the crystal key hummed with a soft crimson hue.

'Normally I would...but he waited for me to prepare before our battle. I must honour his patience with a good battle. So please, guide me on how I can win fairly.' Priscilla bowed deeply toward the hovering scissors.

In his mind Sors felt a feeling of pride surge, he was not used to an honourable host. He had only been used for mindless bloodshed, never for anything righteous. 'Very well. I will help you, but don't come crying to me when you lose.'

Priscilla smiled at him. 'So how can we win?'

'Continue hacking away at the legs, each slash doesn't actually cut very deep, but fifty slashes in the same spot will do the job perfectly. On top of that, you could snap me in half and use the wand to direct me towards the back of his head. I doubt he would be able to attack in both places at once.' 

Priscilla unclipped the blades, each growing to the length of her arm, with a wave of her wand the first blade flew to cut his nape. A single jump placed her at his feet, the first cut taking out about one centimetre of shadowy flesh. Each slash growing in dexterity, combined with her dashes turned her into a deadly razer typhoon that ripped apart everything in its path. 

A giant fist swung toward her tiny torso, with her own fist she blocked the incoming force, sending him stumbling back several feet through the thick mist. Each slash devoured large chunks of his legs a larger slap managed to land across the flat of her blade sending her stumbling backwards several feet. 

'Here we go!' She cocked her legs back, releasing the tension with a sonic boom toward his chest. A large X carved into his chest puffed out with another agony-filled roar, a smile spread across her lips as she continued speeding around his legs. Each dash met with a razor-sharp attack on his muscular legs, slowly he began to lose his balance, stumbling back against the tall refreshment wall.

A goo that could only be described as darkness incarnate oozed from the wound onto the misty floor, its redness retreating as the floor was corrupted with the quickly spreading void. Priscilla placed herself atop the guard rail in the lobby. Hundreds of little shadowy creatures climbed from the liquid, each one splitting into another version of themselves. She whipped her wand through the air, commanding the blade to slash at their heads, though the blade got stuck in one of their throats. 

'Shit. They aren't as durable but they seem to be sticky. Return to me blade!' With a swift wave of her wand, the second blade returned, snapping back into place to form the completed scissors.

'Well, the plan was to have a fair battle. But now that it's a 1vs100+ I'm not so confident that's possible.' In her pocket, she felt the smooth surface of the red key. Only one way forward, and the timer was still over halfway and the door was devoid of any enemies.

'How fast do you think I can dash there?' Sors stared blank-eyed with no eyes. 'Like, at least two seconds.'

'Good enough.'

She poised herself against the guard rails, like coils along her legs they shot forward thrusting her straight into the door, her face planted straight into the oak door. The last key slid into the container, light shining through the door she waved goodbye to the large creature.

'Woahhhhh!' Her nose was planted directly into a large open bag of popcorn kernels, the salt crawling up her nose shot her back into the wall. The two staff doors opened with a middle-aged clerk peeking his head through. He called out several times, checking if someone was back there. Priscilla waved her wand and threw a can of soda across the room whilst hiding herself with a similarly sized bag of popcorn. As he passed by her she dashed through the doors before he could realise anyone was there.

The warm beams of the sun bathed her in freedom from the veil, it had never felt so good to be outside in the cold Autumn air. 'Shit I need to get back to the cinema and the others!' 

'HELP ME-' A shriek escaped from a nearby alley, but she had to return to her friends. And so she did the responsible thing and headed toward the narrow passage between buildings where two familiar silhouettes were attacking three cloaked figures. Upon closer inspection she found the pair to be none other than Lucia and Noir who had been pummeling fists into the trio. 

'Uhm..Hey?' Their heads snapped toward the light, Priscilla's face smiling like that of an angel while calling out to them. Lucia leapt through the air, grasping to embrace Priscilla, her arms wrapping around her delicate body. 'Where have you been?!' Noir asked her while restraining the others with some rope.

'I was trapped in what seemed to be a veil. I had to perform in three scenarios and unlock some kind of door.' Priscilla roughly summarised what happened, making a mental note to explain it to them later.

'Regardless of what happened, you are safe now. We must retreat before anyone else shows up. Noir, go get Bianca and Tasha. Priscilla, help me load these cultists into the van.' Lucia got straight to work, carrying tow by the waistband of their robes, Priscila followed suit and threw them into the truck's bed where they were further covered with a plastic tarp.

'You must not realise how dangerous that was! If you failed any scenario you could have been stuck in there forever!'

Priscilla thought to herself that it was much worse than that due to the system if she didn't escape within 72 hours should have died. But she chose to exclude that detail. 

The other two walked through the automatic doors, both clearly worried about Priscilla's disappearance. Bianca tried to hide it but even she slid a question about how she was feeling.

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The car ride back to the cavern was short with Lucia breaking several speed limits and drifting through the woods at her own pace. Each cultist was swiftly transferred to a small magic-reinforced cell in the little town's jail, smirks that never faded reflected across Lucia's eyes.

'So, you guys planned on trapping Priscilla in your fragile little veil. Buuuut~ you failed! So who are you?' Lucia began the interrogation with mindless taunts, in her pockets however she held several needles ready for any extra encouragement. 

'Haah! As if your feeble minds could even comprehend our goals. The higher-ups were right, Priscilla doesn't even compare to her foremother!' A slap left red marks across his face.

'Listen, your clothes tell me you are part of ''The Order of Lilacs'', the last time you guys made a move was over 800 years ago. So why now?' She rubbed her temples trying to shake out the oncoming headache.

'Pfft Lunaria would be disappointed in seeing what has become of her lineage. Just give up, our plans for the seven calamities have already been set in motion and none of you can stop it. ''HE'' Will descend and offer divine judgement on you witches!'

'Who even is your leader?' 

'Vi-' A beam of light shot through the building, piercing three heads before the shard broke apart into the air. Blood streaked down the sides of their faces onto the steel table. Priscilla's nose scrunched trying to hold back a boiling wave of vomit.

'How did that singular bolt break through every barrier?' Lucia wondered to herself before hastily leaving the room. A large rectangular phone appeared in her hand, and the quick dial instantly called four other contacts.

'We must commence our summit sooner.