Chapter 503: Joint Locks Are the Techniques of the Isolated Island

Its alias... no, its true name is the Dark Fairy Divine Fist—a forbidden martial art born on the battlefields of GH:C, which differ greatly from traditional fighting games.
With a few exceptions, GH:C is primarily a 1v1 game by default. Therefore, this demonic fist was never supposed to be utilized; above all, considering Twinkle Pixie belongs to the "Hero Side," it goes without saying what wielding it implies.

That's right, the true identity of the Dark Fairy Divine Fist... or rather, the TQC Evil Style, is a battle style designed for "One vs Many." Precisely because she's on the Hero side where there is no need to smack away hordes of NPCs, it was deemed forbidden—but with the implementation of Triangle Trinity, it finally saw the light of day.

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"Let's go, oraaaa!!"

Some of the "Mechanitan" reacting to my dash point their muzzles at me. The trash mobs have about a two-second window between locking on and actually firing; I haven't gone senile enough to eat bullets that aren't even player-controlled.

"Like a crap homing system like that could ever light a fire under my ass...!!"

Sprinting in a forward-leaning posture, I leap. I jump over a lizard-shaped Mechanitan, doing a mid-air somersault over its head and landing on its back. Utilizing my lightweight frame, I run down the massive body of what appears to be a former car (a limousine?).
Accelerating from there, I charge right into the dead center of the beetle and stag-beetle-type Mechanitan that are aiming their muzzles at me.

"Get powdered, you bugs."

Powder dispersion. Based on the verification of our predecessors, it's been proven that as long as Twinkle Powder lingers, its stun effect applies to multiple targets.
That is exactly why deliberately squeezing my body into the tiny gap between two Mechanitan guarantees I catch them within the powder's range. And with the Pixie's small frame, slipping out is a breeze!

"Close combat, huh? Not bad, but your movements are monotonous, 'Valkyrie'!"

Hasn't your AI been updated since the Dust fight? You're getting left behind by the times, you piece of junk.
I twist my body to dodge the simplistically swung-down assault lance, and the moment I take two steps into a sprint, I activate the levitation ability equipped to Twinkle Pixie.
You can't get that much speed while levitating, but as a special exception, if you have momentum from the start, you can slide forward smoothly using inertia.

"Twinkie☆Ass-Bat!!"

Sliding across the asphalt as if it were ice, I slip around behind the "Valkyrie" and slam a full-body, full-swing strike with the Twinkle☆Wand right into her ass.
A Twinkie☆Knee Buckle or the forbidden Twinkie☆Seventh Skill would have worked too, but the latter is visually dangerous and would result in my social death, so I excluded it. I mean, I did run into a hero who sexually harassed a "Valkyrie" in a random match once... but no, there's no need to dig up such a horrific incident again.

A metal face cannot make expressions, but leaving aside the "Valkyrie" who was blown away in a rather goofy manner, I start sprinting again.
I don't have time to bother with the trash mobs anymore. Despite being a Target Enemy, it invested all its specs into ally buffs, so aside from its subtly high HP, it seriously has no redeeming features... In other words, the severely weak "Colonel" is the biggest pushover among the Mechanitan Target Enemies.

"Drop dead, nudist!!"

"I can read you, drug fairy!"

"Hey, stop it, Twinkle☆Powder is legal, you know!!"

"In what world is powder that causes human body modification legal!!"

"Well you're absolutely right about that... gah!!"

A powerful blow is slammed into my flank. I barely managed to guard with the wand in the nick of time, but the small-statured Pixie was mercilessly knocked back, losing the distance I had struggled to close. Perhaps because I let go from the impact of being blown away, the Twinkle☆Wand is nowhere to be found.

"Guh,"

No good, losing in almost every single stat makes this impossible. But what do I do? Do I use it? But... no, maybe it's precisely because it's now? With this Twinkle Pixie body, maybe.
That's when I noticed. The place I rolled to after being blown away... by some coincidence, was a place even the tiny hands of a fairy could reach it.

"...Is that so."

Getting blown away to a spot perfectly within reach of all places means heaven is telling me to do it.
Gasha. What I grabbed hold of was a bit too large for Twinkle Pixie. But you could say it's an incredibly nostalgic sensation.

"A little over ten seconds left, huh."

Since that day, I could only use it in offline environments. That's exactly why, standing in an online environment—in this place, at this exact moment—I felt like the final switch inside me, which had been left OFF the entire time, had finally flipped ON.

"Phew... alright."

I wonder how many people are watching this game right now... but, yeah, I'll show you a play so crazy you'll forget to blink.

Twelve seconds remaining. I no longer have the time to bother with the trash mobs directing their aggro at me. Utilizing the absolute bare minimum necessary slides and jumps to break through, I dove back onto the frontline of the machines led by the "Colonel" without hesitation.

"───Heh, hehehe."

I feel remarkably amused, spinning the gun that had lost its owner round and round in my hand while moving forward, forward, forward!
There are plenty of obstacles. I can hide, I can jump over them, I can launch a surprise attack! But that's too roundabout; let's keep it simple.
A tiny body can absolutely induce carelessness unless the opponent is a massive tryhard. Forward, forward. You're in the way, piece of junk. I'm telling you I'm going to save that incompetent scrap of yours, right? Move.

".........!!"

Making my tiny body even smaller, I push my speed to the absolute limit while simultaneously creeping forward, forward, forward silently.
I see it. Just as I thought, she plans to chip down the "Colonel" while in Prison Breaker form and then equip it when she's re-imprisoned. But... too naive.

"Hello〜"

"!!"

Roundhouse kick, handled with evasion.
Backfist, handled with evasion.
Backstep, handled by closing the distance.

"Tch...!!"

Even an esteemed pro gamer seems to get impatient with Prison Breaker's time limit. A straight punch thrown in a remarkably honest trajectory... I was waiting for that! Burn, Riot Blood! Lock in that caffeine-fueled resolve!!

"Guuuuh!!"

"Wha───"

Goh!! My vision shakes. It was a sloppy straight punch with plenty of ways to avoid it if I wanted to, but the option I chose was neither evasion nor defense... but a raw face-tank, slamming my face directly into the trajectory of the fist like a headbutt.
Taking it head-on instantly shaves my HP away... but the Goddess of RNG smiled upon me this time. By bracing myself and taking it voluntarily, I barely managed to keep Twinkle Pixie's body physically and existentially rooted in that spot, and for a split second, it undeniably inflicted hitstun on Prison Breaker.

Behold! This is the isolated island's little girl style forced gap generation technique... Surprise Face Shield! The Survival Quarter Combat that works with high probability against anyone except a perverted psycho who doesn't even try to hide their twisted desires!!

"How does it feel to slam your fist into the left eye of an innocent little girl?"

"Wh-a......... What!?"

You showed an opening, Amelia Sullivan. Less than ten percent health remains, but the remaining ammo Dust left behind for me is fully charged at six shots.
Grabbing hold of the fist buried in my left eye, I leap up like I'm pouncing and move to break Prison Breaker's posture.

"Dust to Dust───"

A fairy-style submission hold utilizing levitation and mid-air jumps. I twist and lock her glowing, half-naked arm that's already reverting back to Cursed Prison, and press Dust's gun against the back of her defenseless head.

"A parting gift from a demon-possessed man and an otherworldly fairy."

"Gu, oaaaaaaaaah!!!"

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots.
Muzzle flashes dance wildly as the unleashed Bullets of Good smash into her head swiftly and sharply. If this game were R18, this might have settled the match right here... but unfortunately, it's rated for ages 15 and up.

"Don't underestimate me!!"

"Kuh......... Gah!!?"

One more shot. I cornered her to the point where one more shot would have taken her down. But that was as far as it went.
In the process of being enveloped by the cursed armor once again, Twinkle Pixie's body was sent flying... and the desperate final two shots I fired were deflected by a calm defense.
And then, all strength drained from the fairy's body as it was sandwiched between the armor and the wall by a tackle filled with emotions that went far beyond just a simple finishing blow............

My run as Pixie ends here. I pray for my own success as Cursed Prison.

Author's Afterword
A picture of a horror development where a punch you didn't think would hit lands clean, only to be met with an original smile from a face bent at a weird angle from getting punched, which combos into a submission hold, leading into getting pelted by point-blank rapid fire.