... Alright, forget it. We're from the year 543. Only a couple months into the year.
We were fighting Jutse in the Great Blind Desert, in central Bachi.
Then, you tried a time travel spell and it went haywire.
It sucked me into it.
Marcel, I swear on my dad's grave, I am going to get us out of this somehow.
I...
I can't say I understand how you're planning to do that... But...
I... I actually trust you on this, Rimas.
I know you can do it.
Oh... Marcel, I...
... Fascinating.
Ah!
Don't do that!
I completely forgot you were even here!
So despite me barely having written either of you, you already have this much history with each other.
I really wish the weight of that moment wasn't lost on me. The buildup to Marcel saying that probably lasted years.
You know what?
Ignorance can only excuse so much, you jerk.
Let's make a deal, shall we? We're important characters in your little story.
We basically work for you, right? Now let's negotiate our contract. In blood.
Wait, whose blood?
Marcel, don't-
Give me my tungsten bat, four aluminum bats, my steel hook, and the kevlar rope.
Then, give Rimas her goldleaf spellbook, an assortment of reagents, and the flying broom Cae made for her.
We're gonna fight.
Are you certain you want to fight me?
We're in my mind.
Can you even comprehend how much of an advantage that gives me?
Author guy, Rimas destroyed an entire fortress on her own with nothing but what I asked you to give her.
I punched a deity so hard they bled. We're not exactly pushovers.
So... rules. Gotta have rules for this sort of fight.
The snappy thing you did. You can snap up whatever the hell you think will allow you to survive.
But you can't affect the existence of me, Rimas, or anything either of us are holding or standing on.
Okay. Sounds fun, honestly.
Also give us like, a week to prepare.
It'll take me a lot longer than that to animate this sort of fight scene either way, so, sure.
Take all the time you need.
