In the grim cyberpunk world of the 22nd century real life sucks. So people use neural nano-interfaces to escape to the vibrant fantasy worlds of DMMO-RPGs. For years the most popular of these was YGGDRASIL, but it slowly lost momentum and by 2138 is being shut down. Three friends log in to face the last minutes of the game together, completely unaware of what will happen after it ends.
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He seems geniunely confused by how to respond to that.
"Well we just had a fight, don't you normally say who you are so your opponent knows who to beg for mercy?"
...right straight to begging then.
"Spare all of us... no I alone am enough spare me I will give you whatever reward you wish."
Another scry sweep passes through, and someone starts to like their "colleague" even less than they already did.
With any luck that scry won't see through Soreiyu's illusions.
Takeko, meanwhile, rolls her eyes. "Is everyone here this pathetic?"
"Pathetic? That was... There are a few forces that could have defeated that angel like you did but most only high ranking members of the scriptures and similar know about most of them. Spare me and I'll tell you everything I know."
"Thank you merciful master. And normally no, but the other existences capable of destroying Dominion Authority tend to bring it out in people."
"Uh-huh." And she'll keep an eye on him while switching to ranged attacks, helping the battle move along faster.
It looks like everyone still alive started running or begging for their lives as soon as the Dominion Authority died. Wait nope, "You rat bastard, you think you can sell all of us out and betray the gods". Looks like an anonymous mook has finally had his Office Space moment and is aiming for Nigun.
She'll block that, then. If the dude bothers her she'll kill him, won't even waste mana on it, but she's not paying much attention to him.
"Thank you Uchiha-dono, they are completely defeated. Would you like to return to the village?"
"Sure. I'll have Soreiyu secure our prisoners - oh, Soreiyu, go ahead and switch the illusion to a scry-trap, see if we can catch them?" (He nods).
A giant crack appears in the sky. They definitely aren't scrying here anymore, and a bomb payload was sent upstream. Unfortunately, there is no real way of knowing how effective it was against any defenses they may have had.
"And that'll be them. Well, let's get back, then." She'll keep to the army's pace, since she hasn't received any emergency broadcasts from Kuchinawa, but she does let him know they're all coming.
Gazef is waiting back at the village with the remaining villagers, who are already busy digging graves.
"People are still a little scared, but mostly happy to be alive. It looks like we'll have everyone buried before undead start forming."