《One Versus Destiny》Chapter 39: The Gold-Category
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On the seventh, we fought the final battle. I said on the voice chat, “Combat Strategy 2LG, Branch GCWGA1.” I, Ordeath, and Aryav were behind Bob, who was the defender, and the attackers who went behind his head were Abjwe and the gold-category monster. Shadeath was one step away from me, and the other two bodies were in strategic locations for me to teleport to. My rainbow house was behind the battle. It had wheels, as an escape mechanism. I kept one Ordeath inside me.
“Why is this as boring as the first fifteen minutes of Dangal?” I asked. “Why are your mouths as dry as the climate in most of Lagaan?” “Will I get a gun or will I not need it like in Little Singham?” “Shut up,'' said the gold-category. “Hey, I thought I got to do the monologue,” I said. “By the way, your hands are made out of crap. I thought I got to kill your lunatics with my afflictions, noob.” He turned red with rage. He attacked me with a gold-category arrow, but I teleported away, then I teleported back and grabbed the arrow.
“Hahahahahaha,” I said. “You're a total noob.” We did that a few more times, and then I shot one at him. My bow was bad, so he caught it in midair. I did five arrows at once, and a couple landed.
We fought, with me piling afflictions, for a few hours. I must've got a few thousand afflictions in. It was uber-tense. It was taking a huge toll on our team, when Aryav used a transcendent blast. The monster got onto very low health. My afflictions finished it off in a few minutes.
There was a huge celebration, after which we all went into my portal room and went to Magicspestone.
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