Chapter 375: From Boost-Cancel to Boost-Dance
[I knew it. Even in this world, Boost-Cancel really brings out the best in a Dualblader. Hell, it’s probably even more useful here than it was in the game.]
As unconventional as it was by this world’s standards, the maneuver known as Boost-Cancel was a must-have technique for any Dualblader in Live Dungeon. By activating [ at just the right moment, a player could cancel recovery animations, from attack follow-throughs to even the sluggish motion of reviving from a knockdown. Whether one could do the Boost-Cancel correctly or not made a night-and-day difference in the speed and flow of combat.
At first, Amy had not used it much. She found the jerky, jittery movements ‘uncute’ and had voiced her disapproval more than once. But recently, she had begun to see its potential. Her movements had grown increasingly refined, so much so that one would think she was another Live Dungeon player being transported to this world.
[If she ever breaks into the Boost Dance, I might just cry…]
The Boost Dance – a flashy, high-speed sequence where repeated Boost-Cancels left trails of white smoke. This was something of a post-raid tradition among victorious players. Tsutomu chuckled at the memory even as he cast a round of support and healing on Amy, who was now fending off another blood-red clone, this one modeled after Garm.
Unlike Amira, whose approach to anti-personnel combat was to cut through the flesh to break the bone, Amy was more cautious and analytical. She watched her opponent carefully, striking only when a clear opening revealed itself. That made her the perfect match for blood clones, minimizing the damage she took while being just as effective at destroying her target.
“DIE!”
She had observed the previous battle between Amira and Daryl’s clone, and understood the blood clones’ mechanics: blunt attacks barely fazed it, but cuts were effective, especially when they triggered bleeding. And Amy’s dual blades excelled at exactly that.
On top of that, this particular clone’s resemblance to Garm only seemed to fuel Amy’s bloodlust. Her strikes were precise, deliberate, slipping beneath the clone’s towering frame and slicing into the base of its thigh with surgical ease. It was almost as if she had trained specifically to take on these foes.