With how much this world still hinders her magic, Ayumi has spent the past several moments recovering from that Projection of Caladbolg while the Mini-Nobus huddle around her, desperately firing shells at the remaining attacking birds to fend them off while she rests.
But now she's ready to plunge into the fight again.
Ayumi raises both of her guns, Reinforcing her arms to once again steady her aim, and focuses all of her mana into one eye while she closes the other, sharpening her focus.
Find the weak points. Find the patterns. Search, search, search... The Mystic Eye of Focus highlights her targets, and Ayumi's work begins.
As much as Nobu was an advocate for overwhelming firepower, when she'd been teaching Ayumi how to shoot, she'd been well aware of her extremely human limitations. So she imparted a straightforward philosophy, obvious, really, but drilled into her skull over and over again: don't waste ammo. So Ayumi keeps her breathing steady, refusing to shoot until she sees the perfect opening, then firing the nanosecond it comes to pass. No wild flurries of bullets, no sweeping wall of rifles. Just two guns firing slowly, carefully, aiming to take down one bird with each shot into the perfect opening... which her Eye is all too happy to provide.
That is, until she sees the king of the air menacing Ki-chan and Elidibus. Then all that goes out the window.
Ayumi forces all of the mana out of herself, manifesting two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, more and more and more and more rifles in the air around her, each in the style of Oda Nobunaga's Noble Phantasm. It's just a weak imitation. A fake.
But with that many shots, it should be enough to at least grab the monster's attention. And Ayumi, frankly, does not give herself enough credit for her craftsmanship.
"Three Line Formation," she half-whispers to herself, knees buckling under the pressure of that many Projections, before the line of rifles all fire lasers down on the King of the Air, carefully aimed to avoid Kiyoiri and Elidibus but not much else.
Then she collapses, rendered completely vulnerable to the attacking birds. Yeah she's... going to need to take a breather after that one.
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But now she's ready to plunge into the fight again.
Ayumi raises both of her guns, Reinforcing her arms to once again steady her aim, and focuses all of her mana into one eye while she closes the other, sharpening her focus.
Find the weak points. Find the patterns. Search, search, search... The Mystic Eye of Focus highlights her targets, and Ayumi's work begins.
As much as Nobu was an advocate for overwhelming firepower, when she'd been teaching Ayumi how to shoot, she'd been well aware of her extremely human limitations. So she imparted a straightforward philosophy, obvious, really, but drilled into her skull over and over again: don't waste ammo. So Ayumi keeps her breathing steady, refusing to shoot until she sees the perfect opening, then firing the nanosecond it comes to pass. No wild flurries of bullets, no sweeping wall of rifles. Just two guns firing slowly, carefully, aiming to take down one bird with each shot into the perfect opening... which her Eye is all too happy to provide.
That is, until she sees the king of the air menacing Ki-chan and Elidibus. Then all that goes out the window.
Ayumi forces all of the mana out of herself, manifesting two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, more and more and more and more rifles in the air around her, each in the style of Oda Nobunaga's Noble Phantasm. It's just a weak imitation. A fake.
But with that many shots, it should be enough to at least grab the monster's attention. And Ayumi, frankly, does not give herself enough credit for her craftsmanship.
"Three Line Formation," she half-whispers to herself, knees buckling under the pressure of that many Projections, before the line of rifles all fire lasers down on the King of the Air, carefully aimed to avoid Kiyoiri and Elidibus but not much else.
Then she collapses, rendered completely vulnerable to the attacking birds. Yeah she's... going to need to take a breather after that one.