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It'd take a fireball, maybe something stronger like an iron fortress sigil—destroying the titanic boulder would've been easy with magic… Yet Meiling pulls her arm back, stands proud, and, with a step forward, pistons her flattened hand to meet the imposing rock, immediately inverting its inertia and exploding the massive thing into crumbling dust, the debris flying towards our doppelgängers. Always a marvel, her displays of physical might. Not that it mattered, Meilings's copy—Fakeling, yes—brushing the debris aside as if it were easy as throwing it and meeting Meiling in hand-to-hand combat, punts that cracked the earth beneath exchanged in speeds that got me narrowing my eyes, the very air swirling and shifting with their martial yells.

Around us, thunders of pink fell on random spots, the desolate and burning land a mirror of apocalypse.

Ice spikes flew like missiles towards Fakeling, who sent Meiling flying away with cataclysmic punches, jumped into the air and just… kicked the spikes as if soccer balls, sending the crushed ice barreling towards me, which melted as they were intercepted by missiles of pure lava. Amidst the risen vapor of the encounter between magma and ice, Meiling was already on top of the imitator, punching the soil where she stood and cracking it as if earthquake, Fakeling moving and countering, as if reading Meiling's mind… So Flandre's power of diving herself plus mind-reading? Rather than mulling over the powers behind the puppets, I muttered words of fortress—of the Tower of Babylon before its fall—hands held out to the sky as eyes read the encrypted tomes of light that surrounded me—

—just as meteors of pink showered over Meiling and her imitator, a mighty shield protecting her from the falling rocks, the imitator backing off to dodge. Fakechouli watched me from across the field, the two bloodied martial arts between us—mere seconds of battle, a bloodbath.

First contact brought lots of info; that's good. It's a shame I cannot connect mine and Meiling's thoughts to converse; it's likely Sekai'd use it to carve a way into my mind—if she hasn't done it yet… All this show screams no. I look to my translucent tomes, narrowing my eyes; understanding magic is an endeavor I could perform in my sleep, and with prior knowledge, things aren't too hard—almost as if Sekai didn't care about the complexity of the barrier, rather its size. It's massive, in physical and magical form. A trap, possibly? No. Something we haven't noticed, then.

We cannot fight forever and Meiling is just one person; if she's overpowered, I stand no chance against the two copies.

This cannot go on for long…

Sekai's just burning time? Tiring us out? Why? She’s a goddess; she could restrain—allegedly—or kill us at any time…

… Realization comes as striking as Fakeling punching Meiling, the sizzling of magma missiles coming towards the gatekeeper alarming me and prompting an almost reflexive response, dozens of ice missiles materializing and meeting the lava ones head on, a cloud of white vapor expanding and covering the entire area, moved and twisted like a blanket by the sheer power of the two martial artists… Yet, for a mere moment, it blinded me—

—enough time for chains of light to pop out of the mist, Meiling's senses exploding as her eyes turned to me. Teeth bared, I propelled my hand forward and the transcription of the golden pillar away from the chains—some of it caught in my late reaction, ethereal fire burning away a few million words—a vast sigil spawning, purplish in its coloration. “ROT!” I yell, a mystic orchid of black and purple blossoming from the sigil and engulfing the chains, which immediately began dissolving… Mere time-buying, new chains taking space of the dead ones and pursuing me like the beast—teleporting is impossible without preparation…

“Lady Patchouli!” Meiling yells, a punch whisking by her face, leaving a bloodied cut. Wide-eyed and channeling her ki, Meiling grabbed the imitator by the forearm and, simply, hurled her over her head and onto the ground, the pressure of the body meeting soil creating what I can only explain as a geyser of dirt. It didn't kill the monster, but gave Meiling enough time to sprint towards Fakechouli, a Spellcard burning to be used, the magical chains receding as my copy teleported away from Meiling—

—a punch almost caved my face in; I floated backwards, Fakeling following… Suddenly my body splits into two, the one in front of me serving as shield and tanking Fakeling's next attack, skin and flesh dematerializing into thick papyrus, blood of scriptures, a gaze of death, arms of paper latching onto the attacker's arm…

A moment, I was far enough; the next, my paper copy exploded, a suicide bomber. I tsked—knowing the real deal, 'twas barely a scratch…

… Sekai is waiting for something; that’s why time is slowed down and not stopped.

She needs me and Meiling alive when the time comes.

Likely, the timing must be perfect…

But what is that?

"AAAAAAAUGH!" Meiling had barely any time to celebrate before the dog guy came flying through the door frame barely missing Meiling
"Y-you f-fucker" he managed to stammer back to his feet, shock could be seen in her face as he turned around
"Shit! Bald B.!" He ran to her side
Meiling a bit too tired couldn't stop the dog spirit meanwhile Biten came through the door frame looking no worse for wear
"This isn't over!" Exclaimed the dog guy before throwing a smoke ball at the floor and disappearing before it dissipated
*Whistle* "He must have some muscles carrying a girl twice his height around so fast" Biten casually walked towards Meiling "I hope you're not tuckered out junior, the night's still young"
More strong youkai coming for a fist fight?
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Meiling felt something she hadn't quite felt for a very long time
A burning desire for battle
Sure humans would come and fight her every once in a while, but to actually fight beings at her strength and skill level and no stupid bullet patterns?!
"You okay junior? You're shaking"
"Better than ever boss! Who's next?" Meiling grinned, she could barely contain her excitement
Tonight was going to be a long night and Meiling wouldn't have it any other way

>>41223905
You don’t.