"Could you be more specific, Vessa?". I say with flatness, not liking the implication of what i understood. Because if i am correct, the higher the Stats, the stronger it gets the explosive stones. "I think what you're implicitly stating, is truly worrying".
She smiles apologetically. "That's because it is Vurck. If one of those rocks had touched us, its power would had been multiplied by the total sum of our Stats".
Seinnissia interjects. "For us, the Emts are almost as problematic as a direct hit. The force of their explosions was already dangerous when they come in contact with the Barriers powered solely by our «Mentality». Vestaria's Emts use «Vitality» intertwined with «Mentality», reinforced a bit by «Ordinance» and «Radiance». My Emts have the Five Parameters, slowing its deployment, but maximizing its effect. And you have access to a perfect mix of Four Parameters, though you have a mediocre employment of the Emts".
{So the colour of the Magic represents a part of the personality, integrated along the way the Stats of each person are distributed?. If this is the case. Couldn't we just focus on a single tendency to deceive others. Like in my case, using the «Radiance» as my main medium to utilize my magic, then striking with all my might whenever is truly needed}.
"How kind of you My Feisty Fiancée. I'll focus more on my future training sessions, and study lessons. Perhaps you can give me a private tutoring to improve further. I heard instructing others, can provide a distinct perspective to approach distinct challenges".
Seinnissia ponders the possibility. "I'll make a space in my schedule during the late evenings…".
{That was easy}.
"We can start today My Fulgent Fiancé, but don't forget to visit the Library to…".
The gaze of My Feisty Fiancée is caught by something behind me.
A sort of green purple flare shines brightly in the sky. "We should start moving back to the entrance Vurck". Warns Vestaria, while she and Seinnissia sight in the direction of the cabin.
Five large Spectral Red Manta Rays with flaming golden auras, flying at great speed, faster than any combat helicopter of my world (900 kilometers per hour).
Seinnissia's posture is cautious, like Vestaria, but this bearing is replaced by urgency when the Spectral Entities start raining lasers below the relative position of the flare.
"Corsair!. Abandon the loot and flee to the entrance!". Orders Seinnissia. The lack of insults makes Bridgette understand the severity of the situation. Especially when thunderbolts approach the flying Manta Rays.
They are defended by spherical forcefields that tolerate several impacts before being penetrated then utterly shattered, damaging and destroying two of the spectral animals.
Their ectoplasmic bodies implode to form a small ball in the sky, then this immaterial object is turned into a salvo of ethereal missiles bombarding the hills behind me.
"Don't stay to watch Vurck!". Vestaria shouts with a scolding tone that is way too distressed, grabbing my wrist, trying to pull me away, desperately hinting me to run towards the entrance.
Her terror is so pure and overwhelming, that i have to comply with her request, moving to the hut.
{I don't like to retreat if i can fight. But it's clear that i'm outclassed here, and i will not throw my life as if it were disposable garbage}.
Another squad of Manta Rays approach to the area in which the assistance was requested.
But the perpetrators of this ordeal, answer the offensive with thunderbolts, making parabolic trajectories to have more range.
Along the electric artillery shells, lightnings emanate from the ground at our backs, bouncing off of the upper perimeter constraining the extension and altitude of the sky.
The reflected beam is angled to maximize it's efficiency, scorching the azure meadows with the impact and trails left in their wake, literally igniting blue fire from the affected grass.
What began as a strategic retreat, has turned into a hellish escape.
The thunderbolts missing the Manta Rays striking the land with electromagnetic swirling shockwaves, gushing the air with a force comparable to the brutality of a hurricane.
One of the raining Thunderbolts is going to fall near Bridgette. I warn with a scream, but Cutie is too far to hear my warning between the chaotic explosions.
Seinnissia is closer, reading my intention, and putting a Reuleaux Barrier behind Bridgette.
The ethereal round destroys the protection with ease, slightly deviating it's course, striking the ground, and launching both ladies in opposite directions.
My Feisty Fiancée is reached by the outer rim of the electromagnetic spiro-wave, hitting her in the back, causing her to lose her balance, bot not her consciousness.
The same can't be said about Bridgette, even when she only received the powerful gale of the aftermath, instead of a full strike, evidencing the sturdiness of my future wife, and the feebleness of the Bodsh.
{So it's not an impenetrable defense like a forcefield. The Bodsh only serves as an additional layer, similar to a full bulletproof suit. It can prevent someone from dying from a shot, but the hit still hurts, taking its toll on the body}.
"Seinnissia!".
"I'm fine!. Go get your pirate whore!".
Without hesitation, i pick up Bridgette, carrying her on my arms while sprinting towards My Feisty Fiancée.
I offer my back to transport Seinnissia, she agrees, even though she doesn't like it.
This allows Vestaria and Myself to accelerate our running speed, showcasing the vast physical prowess we possess.
{I don't think it's only the bodysuit. It has to be related to our Family, The Vecturion House, which could explain why my Father and me, were so much better than our peers in my original world}.
Sorting the flaming and electrified azure meadows, we reach the hut's safety, exiting the environment, returning to the Lyceum's Dormitories.
{Now i understand why the «Mirror Me» refer to the «Enclosed Amalgams» as «Evil Lands». Such disparity and dissonance is quite concerning. Though i am down to take the challenge, facing the threat when i get more accustomed to this world}…