(Okay, time is going to seem slightly stretched with this, since I expected a fight with a friggin' Oni to take longer than that. Seriously, everyone's level one and its a Oni! It also continues on to a little bit in the future, as well.)
As the last people moved to aid the fight, Zanzetkuken stood up shakily, the center of balance giving her slight difficulty. However, she managed to stagger over to the Dais, another of the devices clamping down on the left arm, the jolt not being a severe as last time, maybe because she was expecting it. The display came up with the recommended class as rogue, but, after finding out what the weapon on her other arm was due to a near accident, the forumite looked went through the search function and selected 'Assassin'. Checking the ability, it was 'Stealth Kill', which, according to the device, allowed the player to perform a one-hit kill if they weren't seen, but didn't provide any help towards the sneaking. Thinking about it, she came to the conclusion that the device would urge her to points where a kill would be achieved instantly, if she wasn't seen, but after she was seen, it would no longer provide the urge.
For a short time, Zanzetkuken practiced getting her balance corrected, but fairly quickly decided to attempt to sneak through the room before the split, just so she would have a bit more time to herself before everyone returned. Ducking behind the rock, she saw a couple people observing the fight rather than participating in it, so she cautiously moved across the other side of the room, narrowly avoiding a few things that could have given away her position. Eventually, she made it through the door to the werewolf room, and saw her former body. Cringing at the thought, she carefully removed the gun and the pellets, leaving the loose ones behind as they were soaked in blood. She quickly moved away, not vomiting only because she had no food in her stomach, and the stomach acid not wanting to come up easily. The forumite estimated she had about a hundred lead pellets, the rest having been in blood soaked in the other pocket that had also contained the other pellets. She wiped the blood off on the bottom cuff of her demim jeans, and used a rope to fashion a harness to hold the rifle on her back.
After this, she walked over to the doorway to the next room, just before going through it, saying to herself, "Alright then game. Let's see you've got." She enters the room, entering what appears to be a dim cathedral with gothic architecture. She sees she is on an upper balcony, and notices another on the other side. Down below are a about a dozen people in dark purple robes with gold embossing, one of which is standing upon an Altar with a large curtain behind it. At the opposite end is a set of large double doors of extreme size. The one upon the Altar begins speaking in some unrecognizable language, before two move and lower the curtain to reveal a chained silver-blue dragon in great pain. She shuts the door behind her silently, and pulls out her rifle, loading it and aiming down the sight, oddly her gaze is drawn to a specific part of the chain holding the dragon. Slightly zooming in the scope, she notices that it is weak there. Pulling up from the shot to see what is happening down there, she notices the possible priest moving to kill the dragon, always chanting. Quickly, she aims and pulls the trigger, the shot hitting the binds, but not releasing the dragon. She quickly reloads, and fires again, to the same result. She tries one last time, and, with the urge no longer being there, due to possible discovery by someone down below, has to guess where it was. She pulls the trigger one final time, and the bindings snap, the dragon lunging forwards, almost as if it knew it was going to happen, and devouring the priest. A sphere of energy is shot up, blasting the platform. Zanzetkuken falls, but is caught by the dragon's wing, and rolled onto its back. The dragon dispatches the remaining beings with breath of steam and upshots of ice, after which, it rolls Zanzetkuken off of its back. The forumite looks up at the dragon in worry, but all it does is nudge her right hand with its snout. Then, it lumbers out through the large double doors, closing them behind itself. Zanzetkuken looks down at her hand where she was nudged, and sees a silver and blue winged Ouroboros upon the back of her hand. "What...?" she says as she looks at the marking, standing a few feet in front of the altar. The datapad then sends off a ping, showing the words: 1/5 rooms cleared for level up, before clearing and displaying Ally gained for a few seconds before returning to the main menu. "Hmm...?" She shifts her gauntlet down to cover the symbol, then searches the room for a short time, but finds nothing of importance before she notices a few forumites arriving at the upper doorway. She notices them and then says, "Uh...hi?"
(Final note: there's nothing lying around besides the knife that was going to be used, the chains, and the robes on all the bodies. Nothing more than that.
Partial edit: Not modifying this for ninjas. It's too damn big and the timing is set before the ninja's for the most part.)
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