章 56: Providing Absolver-lution

With Risryn's massively increased speed which dwarfs Olympic athletes she expertly follows Reima around slashing her rapier like sword at him. Reima is only managing to dodge with Observation haki working over time and Windfall techniques, he's covered in small scratches from where he had barely escaped death.

Reima "Going all SuperSaiyan is cheating!"

Risryn "Stop running and face me!" She shouts with... Joy? Who knew Risryn was a sadist.

Reima unsheathes his own sword and starts parrying her blade as she lunges at him, her increased speed had made her slightly unable to change direction mid lunge Reima had noted.

He casts Quen to provide a buffer in case he makes a mistake and continues trading blows with Risryn.

The masked female during this fight has been surprised at the number of abilities Reima had shown as a normal human, definitely better than all those talent-less Prospects that'd come and bother her on a daily basis.

Risryn had started using her Forsaken style more seriously as the fight continued, expertly diverting Reima's blade to the side before performing a quick stab as counter attack. To dodge these quick blows Reima had to blink out of the way with Elder Blood... This seemed to only excite Risryn more as she became faster and more agile.

Reima decides to place a Yrden trap on the floor to try and slow her, she get's caught in the trap but it barely slows her. The sudden change in speed allows Reima to finally go on the offensive, he slashes at her wrist by barely makes a flesh wound before performing a spinning back kick, the strike is successful and knocks her weapon out of her hand. In response to this Risryn channels Fold energy and telekinetically rips Reima steel sword from his grip sending it flying toward her. Not allowing his enemy to wield is weapon again he uses the Elder Blood to telekinetically direct the weapon away from her, his powers are not yet strong enough to completely resist her's but they can disrupt what's shes trying to do.

Reima "Youknow, It's rude for a girl to touch a mans sword without permission!"

Risryn "I could say the same to you!" she shouts at him clearly not understanding the implications to her statement.

Reima "What!? That doesn't even make sense!"

She huffs at his response and covers her fists in bladed Fold energy before sprinting at him again. She is a lot more flexible than most other Forsaken users but still manages to deliver heavy fist strikes, the blades cut into his flesh as he blocks. Reima kicks at her waist causing he to jump back and straight into the Yrden trap again, Reima continues with various palm, fist and leg strikes until he gets countered and thoroughly beaten by Risryn. The only thing going for Reima is the fact that her initial speed boost seemed to drain a lot of her stamina, the fight has gone on for around 10 minutes and both of them were exhausted. Reima punches her in the face but receives a kick as she falls to the ground, they both lay on the ground a meter apart breathing heavily.

Reima "Ha, ha... Whaddya say that we make it a draw?"

Risryn "Never!"

She tries to get up but Reima decides to finish this with Igni, he blast a concentrated stream of fire beside her head, singing some loose hairs. She stares at Reima in disbelief as she grumbles something.

Reima speaks from the floor, "What was that? I didn't hear you."

Risryn "It's a draw... Don't make me say it again."

Reima lifts his arms up from his lying spot and gives a half-hearted cheer, Risryn proceeds to take a seat on a white marble bench not far away from him. They rest for a while before Risryn starts asking questions about his plan.

Risryn "Most of the Prospects are rather insane, even if we take their masks off they will still be unstable."

Reima "I have Kuretz looking after them in the Colosseum."

Risryn mutters "That drunk asshole?" but Reima's hearing still picks it up.

Reima "He's alright you know, share a drink with him, tell a few stories and he opens up to you like a whores bedroom... Plus he is the one who created the technique to remove masks, I assume you learnt it from him."

Risryn gives a snort, "He told you he alone created it? It doesn't surprise me he wanted to continue inflating his ego."

Reima "So, I'm guessing you had a hand in it then?"

Risryn "He was but a child when he wandered into this city, I assisted his development... Unfortunately he doesn't seem to have grown up at all over the centuries."

They continue to talk for a couple hours until they are interrupted by an old voice.

An old man stands at the door way with two Absolvers behind him wearing their trademark cloaks.

??? "Ah, Lady Risryn, you have captured the heretic that's been parading around these sacred ground. We must reward you for your loyalty.

Risryn "You deserve no loyalty, warmonger."

Reima "Yo Rin, can we throw this guy off the tower too?"

She seems to like the idea a lot and nods, "Yes, I believe we shall."

The ensuing battle was only difficult due to their previous exhausting fight, but a few hours had given them the strength to best these medium level Absolvers, Reima and Risryn tear the masks from their faces showing their pale horrified expressions before they're gutted by the duo's blade.

The old man after witnessing his puppets get butchered starts backing away and getting ready to sprint away, He is blocked off by a sudden materialising Reima who drags him by his thick robes to the ledge of the tower."

??? "YOU CAN'T DO THIS, I AM A FOLLOWER OF THE ONE TRUE GOD! GOD WILL PROTECT ME AND DESTROY YOU WITH DIVINE RETRIBUTION!"

He screams and shouts as Reima teaches Risryn how to play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to toss the old man from the tower.

Unfortunately Risryn wins and boots the old man so hard that his pelvis is probably firmly in his throat before he drops to his doom.

Reima "Youknow, I'll never quite understand religious fanatics..."

Risryn "There is not much to understand... They believe themselves above others because they know the truth of the world, therefore they must Shepard others in their way of thinking... Be it passively or forcefully.