Day Off

    After a long, long week of training herself, her students, and fighting off one vile fiend after another, Fend deserved a day off. She had been planning on taking herself, and later also Terryn and Shoga, for some R&R as soon as she could. Terryn especially seemed a lot more stressed than usual lately. But she couldn't help her students if she couldn't do something as simple as helping herself first.

    The Central City Cuper Arcade's name had been the bane of Fend's existence, but the games and entertainment it offered was enough for Fend to forgive the terrible excuse of alliteration in its name. She'd claimed the high scores of a good five songs in the rhythm games section, though that damn claw machine had been taunting Fend for her entire stay.

    Dressed in a loose red hoodie, ripped jeans, socks and sandals, Fend's masked face somehow mixed into the crowd. There were people of all sorts of species roaming around the arcade, plenty of them wearing novelty rewards they'd earned from the prize booth.

    Right now, though, Fend was gunning for the high score in a shoot-'em-up battle royale. She'd passed by the machines a few times, and in every round, she'd seen the same person at the top in the high scores. Surely it couldn't be that hard to dethrone this mysterious shooting game champion.

    Fend was proven wrong.
    Several times.
    Like, at least sixteen times now.

    But with each loss, her score would slowly but surely creep closer and closer to the madman rampaging around in first place. Last round she'd taken second place, and this time she wanted first.

    "C'mon..." Fend mumbled under her breath. This was getting to be a pretty tense game. There were only six players left alive, and by some miracle she still had two of her three lives intact this far in the game. "Where are you?" The masked Shinjin's avatar in-game stealthily meandered through the cityscape map. She was going to win at least one game, even if it drained her of all her tokens.

    Unbeknownst to her, the player she was looking for was seated right in the arcade machine next to her.

Ki Masquerade is in use. This hides Fend's ki from feeling like that of a Shinjin!
Ki Suppression is used to lower Fend's PL to 100.

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Word Count: 365

    This round had been going smoothly, all things considered. Fend managed to get her avatar's pixellated hands on a whole entire shotgun, her preferred weapon of choice. A cache of flash grenades and a energy saber had found their way into her inventory as well from when she'd been scouring the map for supplies, along with a super cool grappling hook that she'd looted from one of her kills. She was on full HP with two medkits to spare, and was feeling confident.

    It seemed like she was the only one within the city quadrant of the map! More supplies to her, and all of them were going to be unloaded on that wicked "GR3Y" that had been terrorizing the game. This was the game, she was feeling good about this.

    Fend rounded a corner casually. There was a good loot drop spot nearby that was soon to be restocked she was en route to, but a familiar name popping up from around the corner stopped that plan in its tracks. "oH shit." Gray would find "Xx_F3ND_xX" suddenly turning her sights to him shortly after the Shinjin cursed. It was too early to be having their fated final showdown!... But he was in a good spot for her here, wandering around instead of sniping people from across the map.

    Fend was leaning out of her seat now. That's how you knew she was taking this seriously.

    It took her moments to sift through her hotbar and equip her flash grenades- the sniper wouldn't be able to shoot her if he couldn't see! Two were promptly flung his way as Fend switched to her weapon... Unfortunately, though, the reload animation for it was slow as a snail, despite her button mashing.

Ki Masquerade and Ki Suppression are still in use.

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Word Count: 655 (+290)