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Prince Dream Rose
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Serah and Raelynn relay to Dotti the strategies you planned earlier. Dotti listens carefully. Meanwhile, you’re setting some rules with Tanwen.
“So, like, this is for honor, right?” you say. Tanwen nods. “Well, dragon girl, I’m looking at this matchup and not seeing how this is an honorable fight at all.”
“She accepted,” Tanwen hisses. “This is for justice. Of course it’s honorable. What do you know about honor, fairy? I know your kind. You twist words to suit your sick definitions of honesty.”
“Me? I don’t know or care much about honor, I’ll admit that,” you say. “That’s Serah’s thing. But I do know gossip. And nobody’s gonna gossip about how awesome and cool it is for an invincible dragon girl to beat up on a cute little fox spirit who can’t even fight back.”
“Of course she can fight back,” Tanwen says. “No one would ever underestimate a fox spirit.”
“Shyeah. A fox spirit with fire magic against a dragon who’s immune to it.” You snort. “What’s she gonna do against your scales? She’s not a fighter. She’s shorter and slower than you, too. You have the advantage in every conceivable way.”
“She was strong enough to hurt my father. She has mind magic,” Tanwen says. “And foxes are quick.”
“Great. Mind magic against your cleaver and arm blades and tail and scales and shit. Oh, yeah. Real honorable. I’m sure your mom will be real proud of any victory you get out of that.”
“Fine,” Tanwen says. “Only my natural weapons. I can’t take those off.”
“You still have those nasty arm blades and tail,” you point out. “I say Dotti gets a chance to fight back against those, too. You get your natural weapons, she gets bombs.”
“Bombs?” Tanwen scowls, obviously sore your win over her. “She can see my weapons. I demand to know hers, too.”
“Sure, sure. She’s not getting a glue bomb, but she will get one that gives her a fighting chance against your arm blades and tail. Plus two others, and three potions she gets to bring with her in the fight.”
“What are those two other bombs? What potions?”
“You said yourself you don’t care about odds,” you say cheerily. “Were you lying back then?”
“Of course not, you little lantern-stuffer,” Tanwen hisses. “Fine. She can bring three bombs and three potions. Is that to your liking?”
“Love ya, Gecko.”
“Fuck you and your little fox too.”
With that exchange done, the terms are set. All that’s left is the pre-battle pep talk.
“I worded the rules so that Dotti gets to bring in the stuff you asked for,” you whisper to Serah, Dotti and Rae. “Pre-battle buffs are legal, but Gecko doesn’t know about that.”
“Well done, Landi,” Serah says. “Jekster is going to go distract Tanwen for a second so we can give Dotti an Elixir of Strength and a Potion of Mage Armor. Tanwen will still be stronger than Dotti, but with the elixir, it’ll give her a fighting chance if she gets grappled.”
Dotti nods. She’s shaking slightly.
“Dotti, you can totally do this,” you say. “You don’t have to be scared. I mean, I beat her myself! Just use that clever little fox brain of yours, be quick on your feet, drink lots of potions, and don’t lose your cool, and you got this! And even if you don’t, we’ve got your back. You can count on us to bail you out.”
“Landi…” Dotti says softly.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. I mean it. If it looks like Tanwen is gonna hurt me real bad… I trust that you all can stop her from taking it too far. I don’t care if I get beat up, but I can’t die. Not until I find Petra.”
“Who’s Petra?”
Dotti looks at you funny. “She’s… she’s my best friend.”
“YOU HAVE FRIENDS?!”
The heartwarming conversation is interrupted by Jekster shouting at Tanwen about how she ruins everything and how he can’t invite friends over because she tries to kill them and she is the worst sister EVER.
“Okay! Now!” Serah shoves two bottles into Dotti’s grip. “Drink drink drink!”
Dotti drinks up without Tanwen seeing, then gears up with her bombs and potions.
It’s time to fight.
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“Upon my command to ‘Fight,’” Serah calls out, “Combat will begin, and will end when either or both combatant or combatants is or are no longer able to continue. This is an honorable duel called by Tanwen Terrorscale, who has sworn to not intentionally strike a lethal blow against Dorothea. Combatants, are you ready to begin?”
“Yes,” Tanwen says. She takes a full, deep breath.
Dotti nods.
“Very well,” Serah says. “Prepare for my command.”
“You can do this, Dotti,” you whisper.
“FIGHT!”
Tanwen’s learned from her fight with you. She doesn’t hold back at all, and unleashes a full-throated blast of dragonfire in the first half-second. Dotti’s engulfed in flame¬- and then she’s gone.
“DOTTI!”
There’s nothing left, not even a scrap of fur. It was an illusion.
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