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“Ivory, come on.”
Ray has his hands in his pockets, facing her head-on, lax. Ivory pointedly smiles at him. Location: the Jungle Island. Lots of people around, really, supposedly allies, to impress and make fawn. They were enemies yesterday, so it’d be a good thing, really.
It shouldn’t remind her of anything, but the people do.
Ivory doesn’t have anything against Ray, really. Nor even Sven, who is so surprisingly alive in this world.
So she shows off, alright.
“Your powers are locked in here,” Ray laughs, relaxed, and this is really like a simple talk between old acquaintances, god to god, you know? God to godkiller. “I could promise that much.”
“Hmm, sure, yes they are,” Ivory circles him, once. “But – as a seasoned PVPer – can I give a suggestion?”
Ray, center of stage, surrounded by magma, looks at her like he’s infinitely curious. Ivory guesses the power of it all just messes with your head that much.
This is why gods are so damn easy.
“Alright then,” Ray spreads his hands, jokingly offering her the world. “Let’s hear it from the woman of the day.”
“Thank you, Ray, thank you,” she laughs slightly, eyes locked in on him in a way that would make a weaker person unnerved, but it’s good it doesn’t. “First off, to fight someone your size, inside your world, you need to get good gear. Get good, you know. And that’s hard, if the materials are limited by the god themself. Thankfully Ray is being generous here,” she nods to the side slightly. There are Jungle soldiers slowly gathering, which makes sense – they would’ve, middle of their own capital. It’s not gonna change much. She’s just gonna ‘do a little funny’.
“Ri-i-ight,” Ray clasps his hands together in a semblance of applause.
“For example, I have my netherite chestplate… Which is as good as it gets here, to be fair. Then,” she points at him with an axe, also netherite, “Skillset and attention. You’re in survival right now, aren’t you?”
Ray blinks.
Ivory runs her weapon through his chest.
“Thought so,” she nods. Ray splutters into little laughs, and his hands shake trying to pull out a weapon of his own – she’d really hate to find out what god gear it is – while she swings again.
Ray poofs. There’s a death message in chat.
“And you got it just like that. …Oops.”