Kill/Zero/Assist
“Where the hell did that priest run off to? If we nail her down here, the game's as good as ours!”
“Should we use a tracking spell?”
“No time for that. This area's full of dead ends anyway—she can't have gone far.”
“Ah... Huh? B-behind! Behind us!”
The reflexive scream served as a warning, but the priest's sword came down faster. A bluish blade hurtled toward the waist of the knight guarding the rear. The shield-bearing knight beside him lunged to protect his comrade, but it was all for naught—NoName's sword had already severed the man's lifeline. The blade, infused with the full moon's essence, dripped blood in reverse, splattering across the academy corridor.
They weren't about to let their comrade's death go unavenged. The shield knight's straight sword shot toward NoName's waist.
Clang!
Not the dull thud of armor, but the crisp ring of steel on steel vibrated through her body. It was too easily blocked, but the knight didn't falter—he retracted his blade and raised his shield. Right now, buying time was the priority. Without any signal, the mage circled back behind him, reforming the formation and preparing to cast. All he could offer the shield knight—who had bought them that precious time—was silent gratitude.
“Her mana’s at zero right now! Keep the pressure on, and just watch our backs!”
The knight, steadying his breath, bellowed. At point-blank range where their feet nearly tangled, he drew his straight sword. His opponent showed no sign of fleeing. Was she really planning to take on both of them?
Their shadows merged. The knight, pushing his speed to the limit with aura, pressed forward relentlessly, but NoName's counters severed his momentum with surgical precision each time. Her feints, meant to create openings, only drew him closer; strikes at vitals were deflected by Skia Bona's serpentine twist, jaws wide.
“Ngh...!”
Their bodies pressed tight. Pausing an attack or pulling back here meant certain death. With stamina dwindling, it was down to who broke first—a roll of the dice with fate.
But even that resolve crumbled. What he'd dismissed as an afterimage whipped into his side, staggering him. Instinctively stepping back, the knight furrowed his brow. Seizing the moment, NoName drove her shoulder to topple his balance. In the melee, he couldn't afford to fall first—he gripped his shield tight, enduring the forward shove. NoName spun cleverly to his other side, carving an irreparable gash into his leg. The shield knight swung blindly, but she evaded by a hair's breadth and thrust at his vitals again.
Kiiing! His shield, barely recovered from the floor, prolonged his life, but the grating screech of metal was nauseating. Just one missed beat, and she was uncatchable. The knight swallowed a groan from accumulated wounds as the mage called out salvation.
“Casting soon!”
“Doesn't matter if I die—just fire it off!”
This was their chance. His straight sword crossed with the priest's, exactly as intended. Locked in a stalemate where neither could overpower the other, a massive mana surge rippled through the air. The priest's blink was on cooldown, and with one hand pinned, no scrolls either. The knight grinned at the checkmate born of brilliant tactics and fortunate deadlock.
Shhwick!
“Huh?”
If the priest pulled away now, it favored him. Plenty of time before the spell fired. Assuming she'd miscalculated, the knight rose from the cold floor and charged after her. Even if one more fell, as long as the mage survived, the tide wouldn't turn.
The knight dashed boldly, closing in and swinging with full force.
Whoosh!
The strike that pulverized the air ahead cleaved only empty space.
Twilight Clone: When HP falls below 15%, creates a clone for 10 seconds.
“So that's the clone...!”
“Kyaaahhh!”
His blurring vision whipped around. The priest, blinking instantly to the mage, plunged her short sword into the woman's heart. Crimson sprayed across the white walls. At the same instant, NoName yanked her blood-smeared blade free, gripped it mid-blade like a spear, and hurled it at the knight.
Ting!
The startled knight raised his shield, deflecting it. Questioning her absurd move lasted only a moment.
“Good, you deflected it.”
The airborne sword was suddenly in NoName's hand. How? Skia Bona firm in her right grip. Too stunned, the knight backpedaled instinctively, trying to reset, but his shield—tilted too far left—slowed him.
Life or death hung on an instant.
Slash!
[Strike the Realm: Each stacked strike deals 3% bonus damage.]
[Current: 12 stacks]
-20,075 (14,080 + 5,995) HP
No single priest attack should hit like that. The massive damage embedded in the hulking knight signaled the battle's end.
NoName (Priest): 5 matches, 3 wins, 2 losses
Total KDA: 48/0/86
One-liner: ?
News of NoName entering Dagopdae snowballed like a runaway boulder down a hillside. Communities buzzed with concerns over tournament ops, voices clashing sharply, sometimes chaotically.
NoName was already physically perfected. Her nightmare-mode swordplay transcended human limits. Low-tier teamwork dramas could crumble to one player, voices worried.
But story mode and multiplayer were different beasts. A futsal star doesn't guarantee soccer stardom. Personal skills help, but demands differ vastly. Her only viable multi spell? Blink. Newbie to WoA systems. Viewers split—some saw streams, some placements, some both—chaos reigned.
Often, age trumped logic. Not super convincing, but support for NoName earned the kid's like. Beyond the screen, NoName caught her breath. The fierce fight felt cinematic. Victory would’ve earned epic praise, but flak hit her teammate Kariri harder.
So close but so cool...! You're the best!
“Thanks, HoyaMuyaHo. First dono in ages?”
Humans crave sports because of constraints. Hands in soccer? No hype, no fat paydays. Esports earned the name through shared limits, raw competition. Sports demand rule adherence; paradoxically, mastery shines in creative rule-bending. Near-goal shots are safer, but mid-rangers and acrobatic kicks crown stars. Rarity draws cash and eyes. Here, NoName dazzled blindingly by existing.
Ever thought of collabing with Kariri...?
The boy ventured shyly. She seemed unenthused—fair, after that near-loss to Kariri alone.
“Collab... Hmm...”
“If we team up, maybe.”
The boy grinned brightly for the first time in ages.