Keiko can't handle two turrets and all these bombs...!!

What kind of strategy could be used against an attack like this?! Fighting against Shiryoku wasn't like a one-on-one priestess battle, it was like facing a whole army at once, with air support, mounted turrets, and other types of weaponry that hadn't been unboxed yet! Keiko was just one swordwoman going up against an entire army's worth of bombs and gunfire! Despite her attempts to dodge, those bombs were hitting her little by little... add to that those new turrets, which spit seeds like gunfire, and she's getting pelted far more than she can afford to! You saw her green armor falling in chunks, then pieces of the cloth garments she wore underneath...

A lump swelled in your throat as you saw the white loincloth join the rest of the wreckage. Finally, all the bombs and gunfire stopped, as Shiryoku changed her typing position. Huffing, Keiko stood with one knee bent at the center of the arena, her legs shaking as she leaned on her sword. Every bit of her clothing had been blasted away, seemingly, until all that was left were scant, white charm tags bearing your name, "Katappashikara," in grass green letters. Shiryoku sighed heavily. "This was bound to happen. {if Buchikowasu Tattooed = 1}Beating an opponent like Buchikowasu is no guarantee of defeating a priestess like myself, nor a god like Bengen.{endif}{if Don's Tattoo = 1}If you couldn't defeat an opponent as poorly equipped as Buchikowasu in round 1, how did you expect to defeat an opponent as well-armed as I am?{endif} I expected a little more out of you, I must admit..."

"Don't look down on me...! I may not have the backing of a god like yours... but I'm... I'm not subservient, some tool of the gods! You can't take that away from me!" Keiko protested, rising back to her feet and regaining her stance. Already, the monitors were scrambling to display every bit of her exposed flesh, including the entirely bare backside. The charm tags covered so little, they were really more like a tease than a proper garment.

Shiryoku adjusted her glasses, her eyes frowning pityingly behind her glasses. "I suppose I can't. However, I can offer you another chance to succeed. If you are interested, notice the undamaged BUNGEN-brand ordering terminal, still attached to your arm. From there, you can order an EMP device that will knock out my ability to place orders. I think you will find that highly useful for defeating me," Shiryoku explained, pushing her glasses up again with no change in her tone.

You looked to Bungen... Was his priestess turning traitor. On the contrary, a scummy smile was curving onto that man's lips. "Ah... I've adjusted the price accordingly. If you're interested in continuing, just note that there will be a convenience fee attached to this particular order. All it will cost you is... let's see... I've finished running the calculations. I think if all of the wealthiest nations on your planet all pull their resources together and pay them directly to BUNGEN, that should cover it," he explained, trying to keep a snicker out of his voice.

That bastard! He's trying to buy out your planet?!

You could see Keiko closing her eyes and clenching her teeth, overwhelmed by the enormity of the choice in front of her. Was her mission- to allow the people of each dimensions' earth to choose their own destinies by ending the reign of the gods- worth giving roughly 99% of her planet's wealth, and presumably its ownership, to BUNGEN?

Even if you remained a god... your planet was going to have a tough time, with its economy thrown out of whack this way. What would you do?

((Faith -1))