Chapter 69 - Tough decisions
This was too early. Far too early. Scarlett never imagined Fynn would awaken this soon.
This scene was similar to the game, but seeing it like this gave a whole new weightiness to the situation. The powerful winds stemming from Fynn were almost enough to force her off her feet, tearing at her hair and clothes. She’d activated [Lifeblood’s Eternal Circuit], but it didn’t help much against the wind itself. Only the small pieces of wood and scrap flying their way.
“What is he doing?!“ Allyssa cried out beside Scarlett, barely audible over the turmoil.
“I don’t think he’s conscious!” Shin shouted, pushing ahead through the storm. He threw his shield up just in time to defend against the lower half of a training dummy that came soaring at him, almost losing his footing as the doll bumped off. Allyssa tried running up to support him but had even more trouble moving forward than him.
Scarlett focused on the crouching figure of Fynn that sat at the center of all this chaos. If this continued, there was no telling how much destruction would be done to the estate. In the game this had occurred in a field, so she didn’t know how powerful it was.
Maybe if Kat was here the woman would’ve been able to fashion some kind of temporary stone shelter around Fynn, but that wasn’t an option now. And Scarlett didn’t know any sure-fire way to interrupt what was happening. In the game you just waited it out.
Was that an option?
He was a good distance away from the mansion, so the building itself might be fine.
Shin pressed forward, signaling for Allyssa to back away. The air shifted as the winds surrounding Fynn suddenly grew stronger. Even Shin seemed to struggle now, hiding behind his shield as he approached the center step by step, dodging and trying to defend against the flying debris simultaneously.
Could they knock Fynn out with an Aqua Mine or two? Or would that even work on him?
Scarlett blinked as she heard a distinct tune carry across the wind, a flow of energy and calmness rising from inside. Turning around, she saw Rosa come running, klert in hand, and with her curled brown hair mangled in all directions from the wind. “A bit early for a party, isn’t it?!” the bard yelled as she stopped before them. “What’s got sourpuss over there all worked up?”
Scarlett narrowed her eyes at the woman. “Rosa. Are you able to calm him down?”