Far Future Snippet - Mop & Broom Fight

And with 12 votes, Lorelei wins the Far Future Snippet vote for July.

This scene will be far longer in the actual game itself with multiple fighting back options (hey, maybe the MC wants to be the one screaming and throwing their weapon!) and the other ROs doing their thing in the background, but I think you can get the gist here.

It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

Yet somehow the mantra repeating within your mind sounds somewhat less than convincing as you rush through the auditorium, dodging chairs, stands, and archery targets that litter your path. A curtain pole slaps you across your thigh as you spin around it a shade too close.

But, no, it's really fine. The hellhound this time isn't the size of a two-story building... it wouldn't have fit within the interior archery range if it was. It's merely the size of a dumpster. A car. A jumbo SUV as a rusty stench fills the air while its many jaws gape wide, triangular ridges of flesh flaring open like an abominable flower.

Someone helpfully screams in the background. A blade comes hurtling through the air, clanging against the hellhound's foremost twitching limb before falling to the floor with a clatter. The murky flesh briefly spasms all the faster before it begins lumbering forward once more. Closer... closer... closer...

Did someone just seriously throw their sword at it?!

A shadowy silhouette appears in the side hallway, the sweep of a mop arching above their head. For a brief moment you wonder how the fuck the janitor ended up in the time bubble until the figure lunges through the air, bright golden braid streaming behind her, as Lorelei slams the handle of the mop into the hellhound's quivering shoulder.

The creature staggers back as the tool twirls in the woman's hands, the head of the mop twisting brutally against its multitude of glowing eyes, before the handle smashes against its ever-reaching claws, splintering into fragments that draw down a rain of dark ichor.

You pull forth your 'broom', its illusion flittering away in a flurry of sparks, as the seventeenth-century war scythe beneath is finally revealed. Let all the people who you accidentally smacked in the face with its shaft during this Meet & Greet be avenged! As you start attacking the creature's closest limb, Lorelei impales the remnants of the destroyed mop straight through the hellhound's bulging forehead.

"Hmm, that might have killed it with the proper weapon. Here, take this," Merlin calls out, half offer, half command, as they lightly land at your side. A wrapped bundle spins through the air.

Lorelei deftly catches it, pulling back the fabric with a faint grimace that makes it seem as if the mage had tossed her a sidewinder rather than a sword.