Since Alisa and party didn’t have ranged weapons, the fight was pretty much one-sided. They were all getting shot at by beam guns, but the actual beams themselves were not very strong; the most damage it could do was leave a slight burn. However, with so many opponents, it managed to leave some damage. (-2 CP, -1 HP)
Alisa and the others were being pushed towards the edge of the cliff. The ground below was littered with what resembled a burial mound.
When they edged closer, the Motavian natives suddenly disappeared.
“Damn it, we’ve been tricked! Hurry, we’ve got to get out of here!” yelled Tyrone.
But it was too late. The burial ground below suddenly hollowed, and from the bottom of the cliff an enormous army of Antlions appeared.
The Machine Guardian began firing a beam gun at them. A beam pierced through the darkness and grazed Alisa’s arm. (-2 HP)
“Ooh, no you didn’t!” Alisa, without flinching, stood defiantly before the robot. Dodging the next beam, she drove her sword into the camera on its head. Tyrone then severed its head with his ax, for good measure.
“Are you okay, Alisa?”
“Yeah. It’s just a scratch. —Oh, look out, duck!”
The Machine Guardian began shooting out blue sparks, and then exploded. (+1 CP, +1 MP)
“Phew — thanks to that, there’s a hole in the wall. We can get out from there,” said Tyrone.
Alisa and party decided to sneak into Triada Prison from the rear entrance.
“Just because this is the rear entrance doesn’t mean that things will be easy. We’ve been found out already,” said Alisa.
“That is correct. Prepare yourselves, illegal trespassers!”
From behind them, an old man emerged — a prison guard.
“Heh, one old geezer thinks he can stop all of us?” said Tyrone.
“Foolish youngsters!” the old man spun into the air and began to attack Alisa and comrades!
The attack was completely unexpected — it was as if a set of sharp claws had slashed and scratched them up. (-2 CP)
By the time the attacker landed back on the ground, he no longer had human form. He was now a monster covered in black fur with huge wings — he turned into a Werebat!
The blue robed natives became aware of Alisa and her companions. They pointed their guns at them and began to shoot.
“Ahh!”
“Tyrone!”
“This is nothing. Those beam guns have low output. Even with a direct hit on bare skin, it’s only enough to leave a slight burn,” said Tyrone.
“But for those guys in the brown clothes, it’s a matter of life and death. We’ve got to hurry and save them.”
“Yeah! Okay you rats, it’s time to repay you for catching me off guard!”
Tyrone grabbed his ax and surged through the group of natives. Alisa and Myau joined in.
As things escalated into an all-out brawl, both sides of the fray feared getting struck by fly-by debris.
The blue robed natives grew clumsy and careless with their beam guns; suddenly they all ran off, dispersing in all directions like baby spiders. (+1 CP, +50 MESETA)
Alisa and her comrades saved the mousy-looking natives wearing brown robes – Motavian Farmers. It seems that La Shiec’s evil influence even extends to the planet Motavia.
“All right, everything’s okay now, you guys,” Alisa said to the brown robed native.
<Oh, thank you.>
“Oh, you can talk?”
<We are Motavian Farmers. Those other guys were Motavian Scavengers We have lived here on this planet since ancient times, but ever since this La Shiec guy came around, the Scavengers have started picking on us.>
“Wow, I can’t believe La Shiec’s been meddling with things over here, too.”
<This is the first time we’ve ever been saved by humans. It’s also a first being saved by a cat. We truly, truly, thank you,> the Motavians gave their thanks again and again.
“Well, we’re going to go on our way now, but you guys be careful from now on.” (Action Chart – Check “J”)
After parting with the Motavian Farmers, the group continued advancing around the large rocky cliff.
The Serpent extended its tongue of flames and thoroughly licked the old abandoned house.
“Well, I’m not too good with physical combat, but…”
Lutz nimbly whirled up to the Serpent and struck its forehead with his staff. The large snake quivered its body as if drunk, then suddenly ceased moving. (+1 CP, +1 MP, +50 MESETA)
The Machine Guarder began firing a beam gun at them.
“Damn, another robot?” Tyrone asked.
“This guy’s a battle-type, a Machine Guarder! But —” Alisa defiantly dodged one of the robot’s beams.
“His weak spot is the same as the other robots!” She drove her sword into the camera on its head. Tyrone then severed its head with his ax for good measure.
“Look out, duck!”
After shooting out blue sparks, the Machine Guarder exploded. (+1 CP, +1 MP)
“Phew — thanks to that, there’s a hole in the wall. We can escape from there,” said Tyrone.
The Sandworm came flying towards Alisa. She chopped off its head midair. The remaining nine meters of its body hastily retreated into the sand. Its head, seemingly insane without its body, wriggled and thrashed about until at last it ceased moving.
“Pfft, he wasn’t as tough as he looked.” (+1 CP, +1 MP)
“Alisa, something else strange popped up,” said Tyrone.
A small gathering of the planet’s natives were standing there. They were a mousy looking species clad in robes. There were two factions of them; a group wearing blue robes, and a group wearing brown robes. They didn’t seem to notice Alisa and her comrades yet.
The guard robot emitted a white plume of smoke and then exploded! The scattered debris fell and hit Alisa. Blood soaked her pearly white skin.
Victory goes to one who makes the first move! Setting aim on their opponent, everyone attacked the enemy at once in an all-out onslaught. The robot began to emit a white plume of smoke and then exploded!
The scattered debris fell and hit Alisa and the others. (-1 CP)
“Ow, ow,” said Alisa, “but, it’s a good thing that he’s been cleanly disposed of. – Oh, what’s this, another fork in the road already?”
