#〞 ✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 › IRON ROUND 100% GLITCHLESS SPEEDRUN. ╰

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Their respite is broken by a chill in the air as a snowstorm harkens the start of the new round. A new foe seems to phase into view; Ishtar squints,the  snow collecting on her waterline and eyelashes makes it hard to see their enemy. It seems to be some sort of spirit floating before them, made of the ice surrounding it. Is this what had brought the storm? 

ISHTAR is hit by SNOWSTORM. ISHTAR loses 1 HP (9/10 HP).

A weight lifts from her arms; Ishtar looks down at her hands to see that they have returned, much to her relief. The armor she had been wearing in their last battle vanishes, too, seemingly into thin air. It is replaced by a familiar rush of blood, a hotness in her chest, the sensation of something coalescing at her fingertips. She flexes her fingers, expecting the smell of something burning, the popping of electricity, for sparks to fly between them, but a black fog swirls around her outstretched hands instead. It is heavy, almost like the talons that had been her armaments in the last battle. Inexplicably, something like dread pools in her heart. Nails dig into her palms as Ishtar clenches her fist to keep the fog from spreading. Unfamiliar magic, but it is magic. Her talent is boundless, she thinks. She will be the one to control this new power, not the other way around.

There is the glint of something gold upon Eirika’s arms, glowing with a sort of warmth through the amidst the falling flakes. She shouts encouragement, that they will best this new foe together. Her conviction makes Ishtar feel warm in spite of the weather. 

Eirika is quick to prove herself able, too. Her fists flash, gold reflected against the blinding white of their surroundings, and quickly smashes through the spirit’s defenses, leaving it immobile and battered in the blink of an eye. 

“Allow me!” Ishtar throws out her hands. Her brand glows red, and the heaviness returns.

ISHTAR attacks the SYLPH with LUNA. (roll 1d20 — 5 + 6 = 11) hit! SYLPH loses 1.5 HP. SYLPH cannot counterattack! POISON STRIKE activates! SYLPH loses 1 HP (3.5/16 HP).

Something silvery manifests in the air, above the head of the sylph, blending in with the falling snow. It takes Ishtar a moment to realize she has summoned the moon into their midst, which hovers there for a moment before becoming a gaping black void. The earth trembles, pulled into the dark maw above the sylph’s head.

“Almost…! Just one strike more and we’ve defeated it!”

Iron Round 100% Glitchless Speedrun