Gamer Girl Isekai

Book 2- Chapter 35- Dogpile


Emma was falling, and she couldn't do anything about it. Her nervous system felt shot, head clear. A bizarre sensation. Some thick disconnect between mind and body, like someone had put a shunt right through the space where both were meant to be connected. It was one of the most deeply frightening things Emma had ever felt.

But there was no time to be horny, not now. Aexilica. That was where Emma's thoughts went. Aexilica beaten, Aexilica lying down there somewhere. Aexilica…Dead?

A surge ran through her, and perhaps coincidentally her limbs started obeying and her body became alert. Emma screamed, turned around, and directed herself once more with flight.

She barely pulled off from the path of several more fireballs, these ones homing in on her. Not Isolde's, Marceline's. That was the difference between the women, Emma realised, magical skill—maybe power. Eric was strong, Marceline was magical, Isolde was a bit less of both at once. She tucked the knowledge away and kept fighting, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

Emma could form another cavitation gun, but such constructs were fragile. She was being smacked by about two blast waves a second, and while none were doing much—the yellow hardlight of her armour seemed to work great as a buffer against explosive pressure—she figured a smaller, more fragile weapon construct would die fast against such a torment.

What else then? Energy lances were classic, reliable and deadly. Matter javelins fast, easy to spam out but not especially dangerous to these things. The one flooded with coal had worked…Ish. Wait.

She started work on a matter javelin, finishing it just as Eric closed. The length of metal shot out and the vampire struck it with his sword, meaning to deflect the projectile.

Big mistake, all he managed to do was break it apart and let the interior—molten stone, carefully heated to liquid by Emma's Energy—splash out all over him. His scream came quickly, and his distraction instantaneously.

Emma flew for him, letting herself come close enough that Marceline couldn't throw anymore fireballs without injuring her ally. Forget that he was durable enough to ignore them anyway, most people didn't think as logically as that. Not in the middle of a fight to the death, anyway. She had plenty of time to work with.

Her cavitation gun was just about ready when Eric the fucker smashed his sword down onto her back. The weapon fired at more or less that exact same instant, and everything went bright and hard to see for a moment.

If Emma had not guzzled a physical enhancement potion, she might've been in quite the sticky wicked. As things were she got away with a big gash down her back and a fully intact spine, for now. That her armour had done so little against the vampire's strength was not something she would think about, because crying and running away was unproductive to her current goal.

The vampire's condition on the other hand demanded a lot of focus, Emma saw the big, smoking crater bloodily dug into his chest and let herself feel all the satisfaction that demanded. He had other wounds, too, all from her cavitation gun, similar craters of gore that appeared only half-healed. It seemed vampiric regeneration found itself put to the test when it came to injuries best described in kilograms of missing flesh. Marceline's fire resumed right then of course, and whatever else Emma would've made of her petty victory, she had no time left to make it.

Isolde and Marceline were arcing around to encircle her, both attacking from different sides. This was bad already, but with a great-big hole in her backplate it had graduated up to fucking disastrous. Emma didn't want to trust the potion alone to protect her from that.

Wise, as it turned out. The first clean connection on her back left Emma almost paralyzed with pain as heat assailed her. The hardlight had half-healed already, which was probably why she didn't just get crisped then and there, but it was too little. Emma fell again, saw the vampires start swooping down to finish her. She went cold.

I failed. Again, as always. I—

The rocket smashed into Eric and pretty much just gave him an involuntary time-out then and there, blasting him out of the sky and, Emma thought, leaving one of his arms dangling from a thin strip of gristle. The other two vampires were understandably perturbed by this, and quickly veered away from the explosion as Emma got her bearings. She risked a glance down and saw Kruger back up on his feet, panting and gasping as he held the shoulder-mounted weapon up and conjured another projectile right into its barrel.

Three-on-one turned to two-on-one, maybe even a fair fight if Eric didn't get up fast. Emma's confidence started bubbling back up to combat-strength as she readied another shot from her cavitation gun.

"Wait—" Isolde's words were swallowed up by the sound of it firing, but not at her. Emma blasted Marceline right in the centre of her waist and basically cut the woman in half. Torso fell one way and legs the other, blood scattered pretty much everywhere. Emma didn't know if that was enough to kill a vampire but it would certainly make her less annoying for the time being.

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Making this into, perhaps, a two-on-one. Emma caught light on the horizon, the sky starting to redden. Dawn. Was it…No, Isolde wasn't burning. Clouds were obfuscating most of the rays, and the day hadn't fully come yet. But the urgency it brought hit like a freight train all the same, and everything escalated instantly.

Isolde screamed, flying towards Emma in a spinning tunnel of vampiric strength and ferocity. The explosion of violence came so abruptly that she was given pause for a single, near-fatal moment. Blue hardlight rose up, smashed to pieces and did almost nothing to hold her off. What did was the extra helping of yellow. Gluey, wonderful yellow hardlight—the most miraculous substance in the world. It got heavier as Emma piled on conjured pellets of iron ore, then more yellow, then more iron. Isolde screamed, swore, thrashed around and tried to tear the material from herself only to fail moment by moment as it just stuck to fingers and hands instead of arms and torso.

It wouldn't hold her forever of course, so Emma prepared her next trick. Another simple one—she just bound a bunch of boulders to Isolde one after another as she conjured them until the vampire stopped being able to hold herself aloft. Then, while she was slowly drifting down, Kruger saw his chance and fired another rocket. He really was a good shot, hit her directly. Emma winced at the sight.

For one brief instant Isolde disappeared in a flash of explosive light, then Emma saw her falling back to the ground. Most of the hardlight had been blown away from her, and the boulders came unfastened. Still, she was falling. Trailing smoke and lying still, incapacitated, unconscious or just stunned Emma couldn't tell.

She landed at last, and started screaming as the mud around her began turning red. Emma slowly lowered herself to speak with the woman where she groaned and coiled in the dirt, clearly not able to move with any great speed at all. If she was faking, it was a good act. And one that wouldn't work—because Emma kept her cavitation gun ready just in case.

The vampire did not look like she was in very good condition at all. Her guts were hanging out, thin and shrivelled things that seemed like they'd fallen out of a mummy rather than someone as otherwise healthy and 'alive' as her. Emma didn't notice any paleness, for the obvious reasons, but there seemed to be a thin, bloody sheen on her skin. It took her a few moments to realise it was the undead's equivalent of sweat. Vaguely repulsive, that, but then she had more pressing things to focus on than the questionable hygiene of a reanimated corpse.

"Wait," Isolde croaked, "Emma…Wait." She was so clearly desperate, but it was that same desperation that kept Emma from fully bringing herself to land a finishing blow. Damn it, but she'd never liked executions. Couldn't go through with one against that cyclops, even back when she thought everything was fake. She sure as shit couldn't do it now.

"What is it?" Emma didn't meet her eye, somehow that felt…Hard.

"We can still…Be together," Isolde groaned, sitting up slowly. Emma turned to look at her now, saw the woman's wounds re-knitting. Too slowly, she thought. The vampire still seemed to be struggling just with speech alone. "You and me, eh? Like we said."

Kruger snorted at that. "Please, you're just embarrassing yourself. Do you really think such an obvious—"

—"Yes!" Emma replied, a moment later, "yes, that's what I was trying to tell you before you panicked and attacked me! This has all just been a misunderstanding. We're like, I don't know, star-crossed or some shit, this can still work!" She felt the blood pounding in her ears, and for once it was from something other than battle-frenzy and desperate fear. Isolde smiled at her, running a tongue over plump lips and running both eyes all down Emma's body.

"No!" Kruger roared, starting towards them, then falling. He was still wounded Emma realised, still badly wounded, and if he was conscious it was more a feat of will than anything else. Standing and firing was one thing, walking with any great haste, it seemed, was quite another. Perfect. Emma started towards Isolde herself, already closer and, obviously, with less body parts dangling off of her.

She'd gotten to within ten paces of Isolde when disaster struck; the sun rose.

Or, rather, it finished rising. Apparently now high enough that the atmosphere wasn't refracting anywhere near as much of its light as before, the sun threw those harsh rays down right across Isolde. The vampire screamed. Emma threw her hardlight out quickly, realising only now how fatigued she was from the hard fighting, but it was too late. The vampire was fully ablaze and shrieking, her body fraying apart in, it seemed, less than a second. By the time Emma's barrier came down to shield her, she'd already been reduced to several writhing pieces with each of them ashing and crumbling further. Tears started welling in Emma's eyes, sobs wracked her chest. No.

No.

But denial wasn't doing anything, Isolde was still gone. Emma thought, frenzied. Time, could she use Time somehow? Fuck no, she had a single level in that and it just made her good at estimating…Estimating shit like when the sun would rise.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"NOOOOOO!" She dropped down to her knees in the mud and screamed out her heartbreak, feeling the very heavens shiver as her voice cut into them. Why did everything always happen to her, why could she never just get what she wanted?

Larry was laughing, at her hip, and Emma looked down to glare at him.

"Fuck you," she snapped.

That brought on another round of laughter before Larry finally replied.

"You know, honestly, I'd like to say this wasn't deserved…But it totally was. I mean hey, she was a corpse the whole time right? Not exactly less alive now than she was when you met."

Emma screamed, threw the stupid head down into the mud and watched him continue laughing away. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. Hadn't she deserved this one small thing? Hadn't she deserved any of the endless other things that had been denied her beforehand?

But her grief and frustration died instantly as the adrenaline wore off, and Emma's thoughts finally returned to where they should have been from the start. Aexilica. She was okay, right? She had to be okay!

She rushed to the woman and found that both her and Vari still lived, albeit unconscious. That freed up Emma's worries to continue screaming about her bad luck.

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