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In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

It's going to be one of those days.

In the hallway directly outside the mess hall lay a book. The bright red body and overall size clearly pointed to it being the Overlord, for those familiar with him, but his back cover was the one facing upwards. No sign of any minion around. None of the cursing, struggling, and flopping one would expect from Zetta in such an undignified posture.

Just a tome, lying flat on the ground, as if a crew member had simply discarded it thoughtlessly.

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With barely a half-second's worth of thought, Zetta swapped her costume out for one that might possibly look familiar, if she took a moment to consider where she might have seen it before.

Couldn't go wrong, huh?

As she looked down, Lash gave him a 'oh no you didn't' look before speaking. "Somehow I was expecting tha--" aaaand then the Wunderkind quickly fell because of the high heels and the fact she hadn't adjusted. "...!"

GOOD JORB ZETTA.

Zetta, who considered this a complete and total victory on all fronts, simply burst into wicked laughter.

So Lash threw one of the shoes at him. And then for good measure, changed his outfit to the exact same one she was wearing but made for a guy...and she was nice enough to give him pants, at least. But he still got a nice pair of high heels. Twice as high as hers.

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And he balanced perfectly on them.

Because for all his flaws, all his comedic suffering, and all his setbacks, he remained Zetta! The most badass freaking Overlord in the cosmos! He folded his arms and laughed at her feeble attempt to discomfit a level 2000 demon!

Lash stood up again, the high heels turning into a pair of army boots instead. Much better. She looked at Zetta, one eyebrow clearly raised.

"You look abnormally good with those," she remarked, snickering. She thought about putting him in a ballerina costume she had read about in the library but realized he'd probably pull something worse on her. So she did the next, more logical thing.

Lash pulled out her sword again.

"Well I guess this is the part where I'll make you fall down by myself if I have too!" And with those lovely words, she charged at him.

Zetta lifted his own weapon to block. His ankle twisted and he promptly went down.

But don't let that stop you, Lash! The Overlord smoothly rolled to his feet as if he'd meant to do that, then lifted his sword right back up. "Ha!"

"Ha!" she yelled as their swords clashed. "You're not as stable with the blade as I thought you'd be!" They both knew he was much better at her with short range weapons, but like Lash would let him life that little faux-pas down. In retaliation, she bent down, and moved her left foot to attempt to kick one his right knee to push him down again.

"Get ready!" Zetta shouted as he leaped backwards, away from her attack -- and back, and back, and up, and up...

He seemed to hover in midair for a moment, then dove at her, sword extended as massive contrails of power spread outwards from him like wings larger than the entire battlefield.

The sight of Zetta coming at her was pretty ridiculous with the scientific outfit and those high heels, but Lash knew he wasn't kidding when he issued a warning. She held her sword with both hands, and waited for his attack, with feet to the ground...and got dragged backwards pretty hard for it, near the tiny little area they were both standing on.

She flinched a bit, but the blade was already shaking from her hand, her grip slipping rather easily. As much training as she was getting with the blade lately thanks to him, it still wasn't her primary weapon, the bō from her ranger training was. You could see she really hated to be flimsy with it too, as she bit her lip and tried to push him back. The fact she was still there, at least, told she she had been learning something at least.

As Zetta flew past, the the area over which he'd flown exploded.

She really should've seen that coming.

So now they only had a tiny bit of land left to do their battle. She could deal with that!

By which meant she held on bravely for a few more seconds before Zetta could see her fall off the platform and into the nothingness.

Zetta waited patiently for Lash to pop back up onto the square of land (which, of course, reappeared apparently unharmed as soon as the attack ended). Battles couldn't be won by OBing the last foe on the field, after all.

When she DIDN't immediately reappear, though, he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Lash?"

No answer. Lash was busy crawling from the other side and using the hard-earned ninja-like sneaking skills she had earned...along with her CO powers of course, to move from the bottom of the plat form to the other side and making as little sound as possible. She stick her head a little on the other side to make sure he wasn't look at at this direction and then crawled right back up.

Once Zetta turned around, whenever that happened, Lash would be there, waiting, with her blade stuck out near him with the world's biggest grin on her face.

"Hey Lash," Zetta said, not turning around. "Did you know the active unit gets a special indicator on my status screen?"

She didn't need to see him to hear the smug, smug smile he had on his face.

"...Maybe," she called back, still unmoving. "But did you think that would stop me anyway?"

Status screen, smatus screen! She'd find a way to jam that damn thing one way or another. She'd jammed enough radars in her life, this was just something she'd find a way to disactivate one way or another.

"Not much ever does," Zetta said cheerfully. "Well?" He waved the sword again idly, but it wasn't his turn, so he was just posturing.

"Well what?" She replied back, knowing exactly what she was supposed to do, but still not moving. "If I don' do anything, you get stuck in that funny post for a while, right? Tee hee hee!"

"Naw," Zetta said. "If you goof around too long you skip your turn and I get to take it."

Seriously, the turn-based battle sequence was JUST an abstraction!

"Aww that's no fun," Lash answered, but she had already taken that time to hatch a plan. "Whatever happened to fighting sportsmanship?" Uh considering the both of them, the answer to that was 'never', for the most part'.

With a swift movement of her sword, she turned it from Zetta's back into chopping down a tree, as she pushed it like a barrel towards him, the leaves making a sort of slapping sound as it advanced. She couldn't do any of the fancy stuff that Zetta did (legally anyway), so she contended herself by replacing the sword, with one that had a gun attacked to the bottom. There! That was much more her style and she wouldn't have to hold a gun with her other arm. Merging to the two together? She was a genius.

The tree whonked Zetta in the back of the legs and he stumbled backwards as he turned around. "A tree? Seriously?" He kicked it off the side (out of bounds!), then stalked dramatically towards Lash, cape billowing and hair aflame.

"What?" she said grinning. "Too many leaves for you?" And stalk all you want!

The wunderkind fired a few rounds from her revamped gun & blade, (which she expected Zetta to just dramatically push away), before advancing herself, blade right in front of her.

Zetta just moved casually out of the way of the bullets, showing off excessively, then.... decided to toy with her a little.

He lifted one hand, mana dancing in it like purple flame, then snapped it shut. Scorching fire that same color shot down from the air above Lash in a column.

There wasn't much time to react as Lash rolled out of the way just as the column struck, the fire spreading out turning the nearby sand into glass.

Someone was getting pretty serious. Or he was toying with her.

"Hey that's not fair," she teased. "Some of us don't have purple flame powers. But...I guess I do have..." she produced an overly comical small gun. "This!" as she pressed the button, the gun spread out, overtaking much of the tiny playing field, until it had grown much, much larger than her and required her to stand on a platform...even if the release trigger was still as small as before. The heating coils wasted no time to heat up with energy.

"Dodge that!" she warned, pressing the trigger. A large blast of white light shot right at him.

Zetta became a mere silhouette in the column of light, then faded entirely from sight as the blast engulfed him. Obviously he had been atomized, right?

Of course, a moment later, a kink appeared in the attack, growing more and more pronounced by the moment. As the beam finally bent a full forty-five degrees, the Overlord reappeared, casually deflecting the energy with one hand. To note that light didn't work that way would be, at this point, trite.

"Lash, I get the feeling you're using a thing or two you wouldn't have access to outside the sensorium," he said, grinning.

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HA totally called it. >B]

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