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In Which Zetta Trains

Some people had said he ought to train.

Some people seemed to need training.

Some people he wanted to teach.

And the Overlord felt like being productive.

So he'd grabbed a sensorium, shut the safeties off, set up shop, and sent out a call. And divided the sensorium into three distinct parts...

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The demon was right-perhaps she was still just irritated that she had been interrupted in such an abrupt way, especially after she had already expelled energy on some of Zetta's demons. There was no protesting any of what was going on, but she would remember this for later.

She saw that whoever he was, he was running low on his actual stamina, and would use his all to actually eliminate his target. Despite his irritating nature, Alessa could admire that. She would make sure she gave her all too, if it came down to it, and slashed and dodged herself.

She refused to be defeated like this, disgraced and crushed. NEVER.

"Oh for Magog's sake, why do I have to be the mature adult here?" Zetta complained. "I hate that."

Also hate: no arms. Shoving them off each other would've been easy. Fine, whatever, they're in the sensoriums, he can work with this.

A wall appeared between them -- or actually, technically, about fifteen hundred walls, nearly two-dimensional in thinness, layered like a Dagwood sandwich. Each layer was composed of a different material, just to make it harder for anyone to pull off a stupid teleport-through-the-wall trick. The wall stretched out to the limits of the sensorium's 'battlefield', which Zetta had restricted to a relatively small square.

"Now cut it out," Zetta snapped at both of them, making himself visible and audible on both sides. "This got silly a long time ago."

He's not the swiftest being in the universe, but never doubt the conceptual prowess of the Overlord.

Looking at the wall Zetta created had down the trick. With each layer being a different material, each layer had a unique concept of death. Seeing all of them caused Shiki's brain to shutdown or risk frying itself from the overabundance of information it was not supposed to comprehend. Collapsing to the floor, Shiki was sprawled out unconcious and bleeding out from the wounds all over his body.

That was fine: she had enough anyway. This was unexpected, but it had certainly satisfied her as she had wanted. This battle had been her equal, for the moment, and now she had material for the Sensorium. She would find a way to shrug off this moment, and now she had a goal.

She definitely felt the sting in her body, and she smiled.

"That was fine."

Zetta grumbled a few unrepeatable things, deconstructed the wall, then Invited his healer. The cleric dropped from an undefinable point in the sky to crash into the ground. As soon as she had her footing, she raised her staff to invoke a spell of healing on the unconscious teen.

While Shiki's wounds closed, the after affects of using his Mystic Eyes continued to leave him sprawled on the floor of the Sensorium. At this rate it would be about 2 hours before he would be able to wake up again, suffering from seeing the death of beings well beyond what his mind should be able to comprehend.

"I'll take him out," Alessa said. "He gave me a good fight. It would be wrong to leave him here in this condition."

Besides, if she wanted to beat him, he would need to be alive for their next encounter.

"I'll be seeing you again, Overlord," Alessa said.

"Hey, I'm easy to find," Zetta said with a grin. "Any time. I enjoyed watching you fight."

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