Chapter 42: Ch. 41 – [Holy] Sh*t

“What is that?” Momo mumbled bleakly.

A slowly expanding forcefield of light emanated from Vivienne’s sword. As it expanded, the Holy Knight headed for the stairwell. The guards followed suit behind her, an army of steel metal chasing after them.

“If that thing reaches us, we’ll be trapped in here,” Radu informed her, swiping at the trapdoor. It shook, but didn’t give way. It seemed to be locked from above. “Damn it!”

Horror roiled Momo’s stomach as Vivienne looked at her with furious eyes. Momo wasn’t overly afraid of dying, but the Head Knight looked like she would make the experience as unpleasant as physically possible.

“Scoot!” Momo shouted hastily, shoving into the lizard and throwing her hands up towards the trap door. Some problems could only be resolved by the biggest, stupidest solution you had. “[Abysmal Burst II]!”

Frenzied dark energy leapt out of her hands. With only a millisecond to prepare before casting, the dark ball was erratic and disoriented. The majority of it crashed through the trapdoor, with the remnants of its energy bouncing off the ceiling and raining onto the stairwell.

“Look out!” Septim cried as shards of black plummeted into the staircase, tearing through the wood. Steps crumbled into debris around them, and Vivienne nearly tumbled off the side before regaining her balance.

“Fast thinking,” Radu complimented, his eyes wide in surprise.

“That was a complete accident,” Momo mumbled, watching as the staircase’s foundation began to crumble.

As the pillars that supported the stairs began to shake beneath them, Radu desperately reached for the edge of the observation platform above. With the trapdoor blown clean off, the final echelon of the tower was accessible. It was a small outdoor deck, barricaded only by a railing, and overlooked the entirety of Nam’Dal.

It was 400 meters in the air, with no ladder or way down.

It was also their only available exit.

Momo jumped and grabbed the platform, but her skinny arms shook, unable to raise her even an inch. Radu made easy work of it, pulling himself up to the platform with a single heave.

Momo glared, cursing herself for only ever exercising her arms by using them to pick up eating utensils.

From below, the knights cried out as the staircase crumbled below them. Vivienne had left them behind, rapidly climbing the staircase faster than it could collapse. She was only seconds away from Momo, her bulky armor barely slowing her down.

"Oh god, I'm going to get killed by a tiny blonde lady with a sword," Momo cried out. There were worse ways to go, she supposed, but she had so much left to achieve.

Momo strained every ligament in her arm, every inch of muscle in her body, but her arms were like two pieces of uncooked pasta. They couldn't bend.

“I’m not strong enough,” she whimpered, struggling to even keep her hands attached to the platform. “I regret every choice that led me here. Why did I become a [Con Artist] and not a [Martial Artist]?”

“Now’s not the time, come on!” Radu said, reaching his hand down. The glowing barrier was almost at her ankles, and Vivienne was closing in, her sword pointed straight at Momo's rodent-wheel/heart.

“[Focus]!” Momo shouted, and grabbed Radu’s hand. Her mind melded into a singularity, and the limits of her body no longer bothered her. She yanked his hand, nearly tearing him off the platform, and used him as a counterweight to hoist herself up on top of it.

She smacked into the cold stone, laying flat on the pinnacle of the tower. The Enclosure reached its maximum width, stopping just below them.

“No!” Vivienne screamed as the last stair gave out beneath her, “[Holy Beam]!”

With her [Focus] enhanced reflexes, Momo rolled out of the way at the last second, barreling her and Radu to the side as a column of light skewered through the observation platform.

In an explosion of stone, the platform was cut clean in half. Her and Radu clung desperately to the single remaining railing, attached to a mere sliver of rock. The wind spit at them from every direction.

Momo risked a look below, and heard Vivienne before she saw her. The woman’s screams echoed throughout the chamber as she fell, landing in a pile of armor on the floor of the tower. The entire staircase had collapsed, debris covering the bookshelves.

Color draining from her face, Momo stared at the limp armor. “Oh no, is she…?”

The pile of armor slowly turned, Vivienne splaying out her limbs and laying on the ground like a starfish. She was clearly exhausted, but alive.

“Oh good,” Momo said, exhaling. “I didn’t want to hurt her.”

Radu gawked at her.

“She’s trapped us on a crumbling, 400 meter stake, and you don’t want to hurt her?”

Momo shrugged. “A nice side effect of [Focus] is that it dampens all of my emotions. The obvious frostbite crawling up my leg doesn’t even bother me.” Her robes, which had already been worse for wear before the arrest and the hours-long chase scene, were practically torn to shreds. Her knees were exposed to the biting winter air, and were beginning to turn as red as tomatoes.

“Well, that’s great for you, but unfortunately I still have all of my senses intact,” he frowned gravely. His red scales were turning white around his face, and his knuckles shook uncontrollably as he held onto the single remaining railing.

“Yeah, you don’t look great,” Momo agreed, nodding solemnly.

A soft meow came from next to them, and Dusk’s invisibility wore off to reveal the cat laying on the platform, claws embedded in the stone. She was visibly shaking, despite having no muscles or nerves.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Momo frowned.

“You have sympathy for the already-dead cat, but not me?” Radu gaped.

“But she’s cold,” Momo bit her lip, a flicker of emotion lighting in her stomach.

As much as she would rather just sit and enjoy the view, it was clear she needed to do something about their situation.

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“Hm,” she hummed aloud. “How do we solve this?”

“Do you have any skills that can stop us from dying from a 400 meter drop? Because I don’t,” Radu glared, his teeth chattering. Momo frowned.

“The attitude isn’t needed,” Momo narrowed her eyes. “I’m trying to help.”

“I’m so glad you’ve decided to do that.”

Momo rolled her eyes, and closed them in concentration. [Focus] took over, and her usual hum of useless thoughts settled into a neat array of solutions.

Her eyes snapped open.

“The big bird solution,” she murmured.

“The what?”

The tower’s infrastructure creaked loudly below them, and Radu yelped. Momo, for her part, didn’t even blink.

“It’s our only hope,” she said with a shrug. “I hope I have enough mana…”

She closed her eyes once more, and imagined a huge, gigantic, airplane of a bird.

“[Summon Lesser Familiar].”

A glob of dark energy appeared before her, slowly but surely morphing its silhouette. Momo grinned as two long wings shot out of the sides of it. She felt like Doctor Frankenstein, but instead of stapling corpses, she simply imagined birds into existence.

With its shape complete, the mass of energy began to materialize into a real animal. Dark blue feathers grew out of the darkness, coating the beast in ultramarine. To finish it off, a yellow beak poked out of its head, beady eyes staring back at them.

“Holy shit,” Radu blinked. “You summoned a Nether Argentavis?”

“A what?” Momo laughed, grinning at her creation. She didn’t care what it was. It was perfect. It was a bird of an ungodly size; not quite an airplane, but as close as it would get. A whole freight train of a fowl.

“The biggest bird in all of Alois,” he said, face white with either awe or frostbite. “And this one is even bigger.”

And this was still a Lesser Familiar? Momo’s brain itched with curiosity for what a Greater familiar might be. She was picturing a cross between a raven and Godzilla.

The bird squawked at them, gusts of winds rolling off of its wings as it flapped them. The stone creaked even more desperately in response, and the feeble foundation beneath them began to shake.

“Okay, rescue time,” she muttered frantically, the peak of [Focus] beginning to wear off. She had begun to feel the cold on her legs, and it was not enjoyable. “Argeventie, get us out of here.”

The bird complied. Opening its giant claws, it grabbed hold of Momo’s torso, gripping her midsection like she was a hotdog fresh off the grill. She yelped as she lost her footing on the platform, grabbing Dusk at the last moment.

“This is quite possibly the worst day of my life,” Radu remarked as he braced himself for the bird to pick him up.

With the two criminals – and criminal cat – wrapped in its talons, the bird flew from the building, the stone collapsing in its wake. Momo watched as the tower bent in on itself, collapsing slowly like a castle that had been leveled by a giant catapult.

“Do you think they regret arresting us?” she wondered.

“I’m sure those knights are currently regretting ever being born,” Radu shook his head.

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By Radu’s instructions, the bird guided them to a northern section of Nam’Dal. It was the tip of the Raven’s Market district – one of the busiest, but least guarded areas of the city. The argentavis planted them on the roof of an inn, shaking its feathers like a dog who had spent too long in the mud.

Passersby barely looked up.

“Are they not… disturbed by the giant bird?” Momo asked.

“This is the raven district,” Radu laughed, gesturing to the citizen population. As he described, most of them were bird-headed, just like Alexi. “They’d assume it’s someone’s oversized uncle. They wouldn’t want to be impolite by staring.”

Momo nodded. That made sense.

“So,” Radu turned to her. “I think a tall, warm drink is in order. Emphasis on the warm.”

Momo’s ears perked. “Somewhere with hot chocolate?”

“All the hot chocolate.”

“And blankets?” Momo continued, smiling ear to ear.

“And even a place to nap,” Radu threw in with a smirk.

“Let’s go there and never leave,” Momo sighed wistfully.

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