Equal death to something or… Tch. Whatever, I’m here to wreck stuff.
HP | 82.0 + (2.82*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Equal death to something or… Tch. Whatever, I’m here to wreck stuff. |
Morning Greeting | Bollocks… Who’s the one that kept sleeping while their alarm was clanging off? I’ll make ‘em pay… |
Afternoon Greeting | For lunch… I’d like something raw. The kind of stuff that’s got blood dripping from it. |
Evening Greeting | Ever see a red moon, mate? It’s a stoater. Fell in love with it at first sight. |
Chatter #1 | …Worried about my wounds? Bloody hell, that’s a right scunner. Don’t you ever say that to me again. |
Chatter #2 | If there’s no witnesses alive to clepe, that’s assassination—what more do you need? Buggers won’t stop narking me about it. |
Chatter #3 | Stabbing the jugular all the time’s frankly boring. Outright unfun even, innit? |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | My mates keep saying daft rubbish. All that mince about inner peace n’ quiet or what have you… Ain’t it best for all of us to just wreck shite and move on? |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | I like that ya turn that clock without complaining much. That hole someone jabbed in my shoulder the other day must’ve been a right bugger to heal, too. |
Idle | Where’d you get off to? Damn, Ishmael would’ve spotted them in seconds… |
Uptying | I can keep on butchering ‘em ‘til you tell me to stop! |
Deployment | Right, I’ll give you something you won’t regret! |
Stage Entry | Just have to crush everything I see, aye? |
Viewed in Battle | Alright, who do you want me to scrap? |
Commencing Attack | Aye, I’ll go cut ‘em! |
Enemy Stagger | How’s that? Hurts to death, don’t it? |
Staggered | Tch…! |
Enemy Killed | Target wiped~ |
Ally Death | Shouldn’t be out in the open if you don’t have the skills to handle it. |
Check Passed | Look ‘ere. Process be damned, it all turned out well and fine in the end, aye? |
Check Failed | Not the first time I’m sent to do work I’m not fit for. |
Victory Cry | This was simple. Anything else for me to stab? |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | They were all prey to me. |
Defeat Wail | My sword says it ain’t done yet! Mate, we’re going back in! |
Respiration
After taking damage from attacks this turn, deal +10% damage.
Self-neglect
CRIMSON x 3
1 ally with the least HP deals and takes +20% damage.
Extreme Edge
Extreme Edge
Extreme Edge
Extreme Edge
Flying Sword
Flying Sword
Flying Sword
Flying Sword
Flashing Strike
Flashing Strike
Gaaah, I… said! Thrusting doesn’t work when you do it in the enemy’s… face!
The ginger child deftly dodged the long blade swung by her opponent.
Though they weren’t enemies, there was murderous violence; though they weren’t training, there were words of advice.
This sort of tussle was an everyday occasion between the two, so there wasn’t a reason for anyone to step in.
Ow! Keep still, won’t you?
You’re an assassin, so assassinate! I have no idea how you managed to join us!
Grr… You…!
It’s assassination if there’s no witnesses—what more do you want!!!
The smaller of the two children’s eyes went wide at the other.
Was she shocked by the unexpected bitterness in his voice, or…
Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually say that out loud.
Ah, so she was simply baffled by his childish rebuttal.
You know what? I’m done. I’ll just go have a word with the director!
Oi, hold on a sec… Oi!
The tall child quickly leaned forward to chase her, but soon stopped in place. He probably knew it was of no use.
Instead, he looked up into the sky, and quietly uttered his feelings after expelling a sigh:
Tch, I need to earn my keep somehow… I know I’m not fit for this kinda work.
It seems this child has his own share of woes.