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FINAL WEEK

[This round really has been different.

The beginning of the week brings memories once more, as everyone finally falls asleep, and soon enough it will become apparent that a new wing has opened up, laying bare the entire mall for the survivors. Still, it is no small comfort. Not when the residents have also been updated, bringing home the very sobering fact that over half of those who arrived here are dead.

There are so few left. The Fabricator has been exposed, and somehow that is hardly a victory. It's clear that whoever is running this intends to hold whatever cards they can until the bitter end. Theirs isn't the first time this Game has been played, after all. They can easily outlast their charges on their home turf.

Yet, there is a strange hope. Maybe there is a way out. The question now is finding it and going on the offensive, before those in charge make their next move. Because they will eventually. There is no doubt. Time is not a luxury the remaining Titled can waste anymore and everyone knows it.

So don't waste it - because the clock is ticking. Prepare yourselves.

There are seven strangers left in this place.]

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[SHHIKT-BANG.

And the bookshelf splits, as to the wires with many sparks. Both halves of the bookshelf collapse forward, sending books and knick knacks scattering on the floor. The poor cat statue rolls away, cracked.

...revealing the elevator behind the bookshelf.]

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[And of course he'll stay out of the way of them falling and just leave them there. He's probably got very little time before his punishment for this will come, so he's taking that elevator and seeing if it leads to where he thinks it leads.]

[There is only a down button.

Press the button?]

[Definitely pressing the button. At least with an elevator he'll know when pursuit is on its way, unless it comes from where he's going to now. He just hopes to keep the others from getting involved and trying to stop him from being punished and getting themselves killed too.]

[DING.

The elevator is open...and empty.

Step on in, Loewe. No one's jumping you in this elevator.]

[Definitely entering and hopefully it's not also incredibly slow. He just wants to find the boss if at all possible or at least clear enough of a path that the others can just walk on up to the boss.]

[It's not - it's a pretty normal, if high-class, elevator.

It's a few seconds before the elevator stops with a DING...

And opens to two glowing eyes on a giant shadow staring at him.]

ACTIVATING RULE 2 VIOLATION PROTOCOL. . .

[Here comes that dart.]

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[Bring it. He totally didn't start all this without being prepared and of course had cast the art before even touching the bookcase. So yeah, he'll let the dart hit him.

Only for it to do absolutely nothing besides burn his single use of that art and he won't have time to recast it. What he does have time for is to find a way past. So can he get by even if it means quickly ducking below it? Or is he going to need to fight it?]

Yeah, so not going down that easily.

[He's got Kernviter out and is holding it in his left hand. It may not have its powers anymore, but it's still a very well crafted sword in the hands of a master and neither of them are going to break easily.]

[He's going to have to fight it. Especially as Nyaf-ya's eyes widen.]

ERROR! ERROR! ACTIVATING SECONDARY PROTOCOL--

[Black mist begins to form around the two of them.

If Loewe plans to do something, it has to be now.]

[Yeah, as much as he hates doing it because he does appreciate the care Nyaf-ya gave to Akira and Kurama after Akechi's execution, he's not going down without a fight. One thing is for sure, he needs to get away from that mist. So he's going to try and kick Nyaf-ya and see if that will give him an opening to get past or at least get away from the mist. If that fails, then he'll follow up with trying to stab Nyaf-ya in the closest place he can reach.]

[As careful as Nyaf-ya's creators have been to ensure her being proofed to most things, she is not by any means invincible. The kick does nothing to her; the sword, on the other hand?

Impales her clean through the chest.]

N Y A A-O ! !

[Sparks fly as her body shudders from something important being destroyed or damaged in some way, and she goes limp, sliding off the sword and falling to the floor, her still body causing the floor to shudder on impact. Smoke starts to waft from the hole made by the sword.

The mist, however, still continues to coagulate, until it forms into an obstinancy. That is, a whole gang of black buffalo-shaped monsters, ready to charge.

Run like the winds, Loewe.]

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[Well, it's a shame, but he didn't exactly have a choice here. He's not going to just lay down and die here any more than he did back home. Thankfully, Loewe is also insanely fast. True, he doesn't have his superhuman ability to run faster than the eye can see, but he's still fast enough that he should be able to outrun those monsters and even see if he can take a few down on the way. So how far can he get before his path is blocked?]

[To the giant set of double-doors at the end of the hallway. However, these doors are not only firmly locked, but there are no switches of any kind to open the doors. And, the buffaloes have begun to stampede, blocking his way to any other door he might have double-backed to.

It's got to be clear by now that Loewe's journey is going to end here. It's just a question of how long he'll last.]

[He'd probably have lasted much longer if he had all his powers since normally he'd have summoned a few shadows to help him fight or frozen the whole place. Still, he's got his sword, plenty of skill and those ice pillars. He's definitely going to aim some ice pillars towards some farther off while trying to kill any getting too close.]

[ Loewe knew he never stood a chance; it was a stampede of buffaloes, after all. Nevertheless, he fights, and fights as long as he could. It's probably a good few minutes, before one of the creatures finally gets to him with an injury to the side.

The injury is followed up by a second injury to the chest, the horn of the lucky monster plunging deep.]

[Still, he had to at least make some effort to fight it. Wouldn't do for someone like him to not even try. And even after he's stabbed, he'll keep on trying to fight until he no longer can hold his sword or even stand up.

And in fact, just like in his world, he's smiling. Because just like back then, he was able to do something to protect the people here and like the others said, death isn't the end. He knew that already, but it's even less of an end here. They have their way to the boss and one major potential impediment is down.

Yeah, it was worth it. He doesn't care if they'll all be mad at him for doing this. It had to be done, there wasn't looking to be another way in here that wouldn't result in at least one of them breaking the rules. Even if it did exist, they were running out of time.

He definitely hopes they beat the crap out of the boss, but it looks like now he'll have to help from the other side, if he can.

And with that thought, he falls to the ground weakened by a loss of blood and no longer even able to hold his sword.

Loewe, The Winds, is dead.]

[The monsters had dissipated as soon as Loewe had been clearly dying; Loewe expired not long after. From where she lay, Nyaf-ya's body is still.

Yet, sad, pained noises still come from her, and her yellow eyes stare at the ceiling. That had hurt. In many ways.]

NYA...NYA........

[And with that, there were six, with the profiles quietly updated, for the survivors to see in the morning.]

FINAL WEEK

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