Setsuna

PH <<Assist System Engaged: Jibae>> Level: 25 Paragon: 0 Tier: 3 True Tier: 12 Final EXP reward: +10% Active: Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward Mega Slime Farm: +10% Final EXP reward CS | Setsunin-To Setsuna | HP: 500/500 | EN: 83/83 | DMG: 20 | MIT:20 | ACC:4 | EVA:4 | BH:22 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | FRB: 30 | FRZ: 48 | LD:1

Standard Recovery +2 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3] Another rending bullet tears into existence. Setsuna apparates like escaping a portable hole, popping into existence with the fogs of floor 4 as her concealment. The muddied cold upon magma finding a weird relationship as one chills down one to be heated by another, causing chaotic fixtures of oddly shaped chunks of stone as they'd melt and reform ad nauseum. A brutal rip of her katana would play the part of razor and scalpel, carving clean through the fissured stone and causing its remaining bar

Standard Recovery +2 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3] With the moment to strike finally raring up and ready to go, Setsuna operates on the back end of Nisahime's explosion. Using the light as a blind, the girl flickers into existence and lands solid. Her handle hovered, she grits her teeth and murmurs a spoken word to her blade too low to make out. Yet the system acknowledges her intention, causing her eyes to become ripe and rich with her signature color as a high potency skill drains a fair chunk of her stamina bar. With a large portion torn back,

*Corrected HP from last attack {Setsunin-To} Standard Recovery +2 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP Tearing into existence like a specter, the fog that permeated this super heated floor would gather and form her frame. Like a cloud that turns into a person. Setsuna maintains the momentum of her forming and fires off another sword art without a moment of hesitation, rending that thin line of potent power through the air once again. Through an upper shoulder and across the wing it looms, and with her weapon sheathed a rip would sheer clean at the bat of an eye. The wing falls to the ground limply

With the power in her weapon sucked away, it causes the girl pause. The room detonates in the strangest display of power, leaving things to fall like snow once it is released. The phoenix having reformed was already on its last legs, and the color returning to Setsuna's blade encouraged her to finish it. From her concealment the girl darts like a bullet, drawing a cyan line through the air like a surgical incision. It passes through clean without the slightest tinge of resistance, not even seeming to find purchase on the phoenix at all. When the girl lands and turns solid, the phoenix manages

Rousing from a trance from a corner of the meeting room, Setsuna is snapped to consciousness by a rather loud Celeste. A faint strand of irritation is quenched with an objective that wasn't outlandish or absurd which was normal for the woman. The blade leaned on her right shoulder is slid forward as she stands, sliding it into a sash around her waist. Through the tightly wound folds across her back, its set into place and pulled taught. "I'm in." Setsuna offers coolly in a sharp biting tone. "A good chance for you to learn a little self control." Setsuna dropped the venomous comment off the cu

*New Round Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP, Charge CD [2/3] Ripping up the tower without much issue, Setsuna scales from foothold to foothold in bounds. Her hands clasp the rim of the overlooking window, and her legs are tossed over the side. The witch wasn't even aware of her presence, overlooking a bubbling green cauldron as she stared intently into it. A book in her hand, one that mirrored the gateway into her little tower if you didn't know precisely where it was. But the guild more then knew. Setsuna creeps toward her without a sound, her eyes glowing bright as her k

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP Like a phantom Setsuna appears midair, as the very mist seems to coalesce into a center point to create her body. Her weapon held out in front of her, she rips the sheathe from it using her left as the handle is hovered with her right. "Mortal Erasure: Iai." Setsuna whispers giving the functional queue for a rather nasty art to blink into activity. Her eyes burn hot in a cool cyan tone, leaving a trail as she descends. Before a heartbeat, an explosive line is drawn causing the ground to become sleet. Piasuhon is frozen solid in the blink of a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP As the Rhino tumbles and rolls, the thing is debilitated and wounded greatly. The players including her had already cut clean over half of its vitality in what accounted in seconds. It had more then proven their expertise and familiarity, a well oiled machine fit with convincing carnage. Setsuna cuts into existence with that same razor thin cyan line, a vorpal cleave that awards no sound or sight. The creature remains convincingly untouched, but those that knew better would understand it was not. As Skadi is slid across the mouth of its saya,

Within the walls of the arena, the team had already began to gather. Some more late then others, but as the metal gate rose on both ends it was clear that they didn't have time to dawdle. Freya seemed absent minded, Raidou would react when the time came. But the white haired girl, well her approach was far more sudden. Piasuhon hardly escapes the gate before a thin cyan blue line forms in the air, with it a wave of white frost cascades like a blizzard. The beast churns and twists, showing aggression in that coverage. Yet what would show was its own bar, becoming visible and stark amongst its b

The blade in her grip gleamed bright in soft candle light, a small dimly lit chamber her surroundings. On a rod a small ball of cotton held in her left hand, as its dabbed gently across the katana's edge. The glistening oil upon its steel to preserve and care for it, given how many foes it had seen itself drenched in. A prompt and a notification causes her hand to still, and with a turn of her eyes she'd pick apart the context. Those eyes glow faintly in the dark, as they turn to read the message however brief. The blade in her hand seeks a scabbard, sliding shut and locking away the oozing pe

► Setsunin-tõ Cost: 10 SP Passive | Free Action: System Requirements: Rank 5 [Hiding], [Vanish] Mod, [Surprise Attack: Assassin] Mod Effect: User cannot benefit from Mitigation in Stealth The user sustains 7% of their max hp as unmitigated damage for each attack made from stealth. Taking Damage does not cause the user to exit stealth. The user cannot benefit from Holy Blessing, Vampiric (Offensive), or Vampiric (Defensive) while in stealth. The user cannot willingly exit stealth. Freeze/Frostbite enhancements present on a weapon via permanent slots

The little red bobber in the water sinks in. A pole in the girls hand bends slightly as it is suddenly under tension, the reel coiling in a repeated ratcheting. The small handle spins around angrily as Setsuna sat with her legs crossed, lost in thought. Quite the intense past couple of days, and these moments of quiet reflection gave her a defusal of all her pent up anger. Grabbing the handle, she halts it and begins to spin it counter clockwise. This forces the slightly clear wire between it and the catch to shorten. Setsuna leans toward her opponent dawning scales, reducing the tension on th

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed, BH {+41 HP}, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3] Blinking back in and ripping down with enough rage to split the earth, Piasuhon barely manages to get to its feet before that cold colored line draws straight across its top. Its top half cleaves off in a spray of data like the worlds most lethal hair cut, its head rolling on the floor before exploding into a wave of stardust. Her eyes dart to Mari, having more then heard every attempt to understand. The mask comes off, finally r

The sharp tone and hotter environment didn't leave much for the girl to enjoy. Setsuna wasn't one for revelry or relaxation, and even with active encouragement to participate left her little beyond uneasy and on edge. Instead the girl reluctantly donned useless 'women' attire, with absolutely no real defensive qualities and even less coverage or protection. A major shift from all of her usual. Moreover, the cloth wrappings she normally sported to reduce the size of her shadow rewarded lumps of worthless fat were flat out denied. Mainly because the white bands of fabric appeared quite readily r

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish CD [2/3], BH {+41 HP} Finding herself among the others suddenly swimming behind the hidden recesses of the coliseum where they should not be. The spite fresh on her tongue, and the irritation of such a long winded detour without a given reason. With the moment of weakness shown upon Rhino's frame, Setsuna carves into it with all the level of sheer tenacity that she always conveyed. Allowing all of her pent up aggression to manifest itself in a horrid display of visceral outrage, Piasuhon being the sole proprietor of it all. The

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed, BH {+41 HP} A puff of white vapor would show Setsuna bounding in. That signature ferocity that Setsuna always wore, a surgical scalpel with a steady hand. Her hand linked in a tight grip around the katana on her back, tight against her waist. A vorpal tear at high speed would show her lethality in that same thin single razor line of color, to which the system wouldn't even convey the damage. On her eyes a tinge of increased anger, manifested as a glowing set of eyes matched with a scowl. The katana returns into its s

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades, Vanish CD [2/3] The razor thin bullet of a cyan blue line tears down and through the boss as it screams through the air, as if someone had yelled 'PULL' causing it to careen awkwardly off the wall and drag to a halt. Setsuna stands composed, panting faintly through the cloth cover over the lower half of her face. Katana drawn at her side breathing deep the bitter cold that drips to the floor like permafrost. The blade whips off to her side, rotating in her hand and offered into its sheath with her

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Vanish Refreshed The girl shoves off with her left hand, breaking immediately into a sprint. Her eyes flare in a rich ice like blue, and her speed is sent into the stratosphere. That same defining line, mixed with brash precision like a scalpel and a lack of self preservation. Right through Raidou she seems to disperse like steam from a cup as she would make impact with him. Her image bends and reforms shortly past him, like a ghost as she slams into the opposed wall and braces onto it as

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3], Vanish CD [2/3] Blazing right past Kasumi with a lunge into one of the walls on her left, the girl uses it as a spring board. Mid air her weapon drawn which causes her velocity to skyrocket, her foolish albeit ferocious risk fueled lethality on full swing. The largest among them has that thin blue line slide through, leaving much to the imagination as the girl rolls onto her feet and continues to slide with her legs wide. Her right hand held fast against her weapons handle, as her left ke

A wave of cold mist not unlike the mists of floor 4 sweeps across the field in a rolling wave. The cyan line rips straight through the exposed flesh but provides little in the way confirmed contact. Sand's claw seems to slow still struggling to find its footing from Kasumi. Setsuna blinks into solidarity like a ghost from the fog, spreading her legs and hovering the handle of her katana. The girl's eyes flicker into a ripe flash of cyan, and only the quickest perceptions can see her clutch the handle. Another thin line of ice blue rips across before the other fades. Once the girl regains her s

The cold murmur in the dark of screens as they open and close, messages and analysis of a girl that proved to be an effective scalpel. Perched high in one of the trees, Setsuna scoured the location for any rogue elements. The girl was confident that outside of the recurring annoyance in red shell, that they would encounter little disturbance in todays little escapade. The bitter taste of seeing a familiar orange topped set of orange hair and an orange marker wasn't absent from Setsuna's tongue, but since her last encounter she'd learned to deal with it and dig a little deeper. Kasumi moves to

Sitting in her shop, it was late yet she just woke up. There were a lot of things to accomplish tonight and Freyd had messaged her with a new lead. It wasn’t a normal one this time. Usually it was find and wipe out, this was a scouting mission. It was said that there was activity in Taft but there was no final detail of what. All she was aware of was that there was a tavern that needed to be sussed out undercover and that it was open all times of the day. Riding the shadows of the building she had finally gotten the location of the tavern. Slinking down as she peaks in the window. It was

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) A mix of the void and a blinding white light, the pure personification of chaos would ensue turning the whole room into a strained and filled powder keg ready to blow. The gentle tapping of foot falls sees the girl transition clear into mist as she passes clean through Raidou and behind Freyd. The blue line drawn like a precise cut from a scalpel. What was the unknown, is that line seems to suck in the void bleeding out of the creatures midsection and the very bloom from Sam's arrow fuse at the event horizon using the tear

Offering Raidou a nod of acknowledgement, Setsuna's only main goal was to directly deny the very thing these things were seeking. Sometimes there were casualty in battle, but denial of an enemies goals would always win a war. This was no truer here nor in Ladonia moments prior, there was always some overarching risk to these sort of things. Tightening her grip around the handle of her katana, she'd disappear in a puff of smoke. Her enemy were numerous but foolish, so using wits would be the hardest counter to their brash behavior. PH