章 112: Strongest Fluff

He looks at her for a moment before commenting, "Is it comfortable?"

She doesn't answer and slowly moves her arms, legs and head to get adjusted to it's weight.

Priscilla "Having your own scales is tiring." She says blankly, the only way he can tell her mood is by looking at her tail which pokes out the back of the armour.

Reima "You think you can fight in it?" He asks curiously, while she is a lot stronger than a normal human, this armour isn't something you can just throw on and start jumping around in.

Priscilla "I do not know... It feels familiar, like I've gained something I was missing." she answers in vague voice.

He picks up her discarded dress and stores it away, in case she wants it in future... He spends an hour running her through basic movements and checking her stamina, perhaps due to being half god and half dragon she's able to move around pretty easily in it. While she says it's fun to have it on he can see she's slightly uncomfortable wearing such a heavy and confining outfit, perhaps she'll get bored of it and take it off eventually... Might as well let her have some fun.

Reima "Alright, lets keep moving... If you want to take it off just tell me, I've got your dress stored for you." She mumbles a thank you before stomping up the stairs in the heavy armour.

They continue to scour the residential area and looting everything they come across, paintings, luxurious beds and furniture... Even the fancy pots that Reima for some reason feels the need to smash. They head upstairs and sees a few chests scattered around, Priscilla approaches them and immediately slams her Scythe through the top of it's lid. It comes alive and thrashes at her but dies soon after. They enter through doors that lead to balcony which overlook large enemies like a titanite demon, they kill the silver knight guarding it before picking up the soul left on the body propped against the wall.

Eventually they reach a staircase that winds up into the roof, stepping out and into the sunlight a large number of silver knights prepare to fight them, a couple wield dragon slayer great bows and start preparing to fire them at the duo. Reima immediately blinks behind them and starts slashing away with Arcell while Priscilla fends off three of them with her Scythe, he isn't worried about her to due the protecting provided by the armour. Even if she's on the floor exhausted it would take a while for them to break through it or find a weak spot.

After Reima stabbed the first bowman the others stopped aiming and started swinging them towards him, like makeshift staves. They don't seem to have any technique which allows him close the distance and start targeting the weak points in their armour, one crumbles to the ground clutching it's severed throat while another losing all feeling in their arm due to a slashed tendon. He almost expertly takes the knights apart piece by piece, when he's done they finally fade away into dust.

He takes a look at Priscilla and sees her easily fending off their attacks while countering attacking between her defence. She blocks a sword with the shaft of her weapon before twisting it and allowing her scythes blade to pierce the knights wrist. She doesn't notice a knight come up behind her and gets banged on the back by it's sword, it doesn't manage to pierce the thick dragon scale armour but the impact is still felt.

She tries to pirouette away but finds it difficult in the heavy armour resulting in her taking another glancing blow. If Reima could see into the helmet he would see her getting irritated by the movement constricting armour, she eventually just stops defending, allowing the weapons to strike the armour while jamming the scythe blade into their armour like a brute.

After she's finished them off she quickly approaches Reima and states with certainty, "I want my dress back." He nods while grinning and proceeds to help her take the armour off.

Reima "I thought you were enjoying the armour?" he asks sarcastically to the fluff.

Priscilla lifts the helmet off of her head and chucks it at him, "I was... T'would do better as an art piece than for combat!"

Reima "Tell that to the guy who wore it, "the legendary Havel"... Apparently he was working with the dragons so Gwyn banished him." She doesn't seem to be listening as she struggles to get the armour off. "Alright, alright, let me get it off you."

He helps her get the shoulder guards off before lifting the plate mail off of her... Unfortunately bra's don't exist in dark souls so when her shirt is caught by the armour Reima gets an eye full of soft white marshmallows... "Glorious!" he unconsciously lets out as Priscilla pulls the shift back down.

Priscilla "Is something wrong?" she asks confused, her mentor seems to have a trail of blood dripping down from his nose. "Were you injured?" she asks grasping his face and looking around for any injuries.

Reima shakes his head and pulls away, "No, I think I saw nirvana but I must've been mistaken. Apologise for worrying you." he says as he gingerly pats her on the head, her tail increasing it's WPM or (Wags per minute).

Reima "Keep those clothes on under your dress, they are enchanted to self repair so they should provide with some "protection"." She nods as he hands her the soft white furry dress which she slides over her head.