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I watch the Rusher search for me and decide to confront him directly. I get out of my hiding spot and run to him. I jump and kick him. He barely sees me coming, and receives the blow with full force. He spits blood but instantly strikes back. I Dodge his assault and land another hit to his ribcage. He loses his breath for a moment then tries to put distance between us but I keep coming back at him, hitting and kicking. He can barely hold the weight of his spear but he’s not giving up on this fight. |
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I hit again—my last strike. The Rusher falls to the ground, unconscious, his armor covered in blood. He has fought well but not well enough. Finally! There’s no one to stop me from entering the hideout. |
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Finally, there are no Ascendants left in the market. They’re all incapacitated, or worse. I would have loved for Reika to see me defeat them. Maybe she would have said something along the lines of “You’ve grown so much”, or perhaps even “I’m proud of you, Haroona”—Well, a girl can dream. I enter the hideout and, I have to admit, I am less than impressed. First of all, Vincent isn't here. I almost expected him to be waiting for me, sitting in a chair, plotting evil schemes...but he’s not. Second, the house is in total disarray. The furniture has been pushed out of the way and papers cover the floor. |
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They left behind some broken armor and a helmet made of metal rings and lightbulbs. What kind of inventions were they building here? These things look so… bizarre to me. I pick a letter up from the ground. Most of it is unreadable due to some spilled ink, but I decipher the following passage: “[…] An eye out for the Sahin Artifact […] not touch Matos’ tech… it is volatile and experimental […]” I examine the abandoned armor. I hope to never cross someone donning this equipment. It looks so violent. I may have missed Vincent, but I know someone who may have an idea of his whereabouts. Avi. With the right amount of coins, he can be trusted. Vincent is out there somewhere and sooner or later, I will find him and exact my revenge. |
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