Chance XX

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“Are you a clone?” Lili asked me as we sat down the morning after we both escaped the Dungeon’s attempt on our lives. I blinked at her question, tilting my head at her.

“What makes you say that?”

“... I don’t know, actually. Just a guess?” I don’t know why she was asking me, but either way she was correct. I nodded and told her as such, before moving on to the important things for today.

“Well you guessed right! Did you also guess that today we’re working on Cursed Tools?” My words were sarcastic in meaning, but cheerful in tone, in preparation for the immediate offense.

“Wha- but weren’t we going to check out more floors today-”

Taking in a sharp breath of the Bestial Wind, I gave the closest approximation to a hellhounds growl, only to snap my arm up in front of me to catch the bolt that’d been aimed straight for my forehead.

Raising an eyebrow at the sight of the slight tremble that wracked her form, the Pallum finally got the picture and sat back down. Don’t know why I didn’t expect her to immediately shoot me, but at least I wasn’t caught lacking.

“Right. So, while you’re recovering from that, we’re going to be making some Cursed Tools so that shit never happens to us again.” While there were several reasons that cavalcade of utter horseshit came crashing onto us all at once, the most productive thing we can do to prevent a repeat would be getting to the heart of the issue-

Our equipment fucking sucks. I haven’t gotten my armor replaced- Lili doesn’t even have any- and all of my weapons either need to be summoned or are just normal knives. My only ranged options are magical, and unfortunately I wasn’t in a setting where magic was a fucking myth, so there were definitely counters.

Hell, the only excuse I actually have is that I’ve had a dedicated clone working on magitech for several days straight, so my inaction on that part is excused based on preparations.

But that was before a fucking canon event fell onto our fucking heads, so it was time for some fucking upgrades.

“Alright, so a Cursed Tool is-”

“Item with Cursed Energy, I get it. How do we make them!” My impatient student bit onto her finger nail in frustration, brown eyes burning her demand into me. I held back from rolling my eyes, but I did raise a hand to slow her roll.

“Cool it, Lils, I’m not explaining for no fucking reason here, yeah? Cursed Tools are objects that have been imbued with curses for an extended period of time, to the point they themselves have developed their own source of energy and effects.” With that, I summoned my Magic Sword into my hand, the shortsword finally repaired after guzzling my Mind like a parasite for the past few days.

“The difference between it, and the enchanted items I pull from out of nowhere, are as follows. For Cursed Tools, the abilities it develops can’t be selected or controlled, and it needs to be an item that’s seen a certain degree of use for an extended period of time. While the items, if I had the ability to actually make enchanted shit, have their abilities carefully selected and managed.”

“... But the Cursed Tools are more personalized, or can have better abilities?” Lili guessed, and I snapped a finger towards her, which she saw as a reason to continue. “And… if it’s a Cursed Tool, the effects are harder to directly counter, because you’d need to deal with the underlying sentiment… and they don’t need Mind to use!”

“Exactly, while enchanted items are much easier to customize, Tools have unique effects and can easily be swapped around without prior training or energy. Fact of the matter is, the only downside is how long a Tool takes to make.”

“... but?” Lili asked me, leaning forwards on the table as I smiled at how excited she was to learn about our shared magic. Times like these made me so glad I actually had someone to teach all this shit too.

“But, since I’m a walking loophole to most magic systems, I can piggyback off the general negativity lingering off objects and pump it full of enough CE to bruteforce the transformation.” I explained, only to pause and realize that didn’t actually make any sense. “In more comprehensible terms, anything that’s been exposed to enough negative emotions for a long enough time, we can just fill with Mind and force the transformation without needing to drown it in energy.”

“... Oh.” My student said simply, a sharp and cruel smile on her face at those words. After all, Liliruca Arde was a Supporter who was constantly carrying her arms, her items, and her hatred every waking moment for as long as she’s known how to hate this world of Adventurers.

Combining my curses to skip the time requirement with sheer hate and energy meant we had the potential to turn her into a walking armory. And I hope she’ll be kind enough to share with her favorite teacher/Captain.

“Um, excuse me Selah-s… Selah,” Haruhime spoke softly yet stiffly at her words, head poking into the side room we were talking in. “Anubis-sama and y- our Familia have just been challenged to a War Game by Ikelos-sama.”

“... The fuck’s a War Game?” I asked Lili, whose eyes widened drastically before rolling into the back of her head and fainting on the spot.

“... Well shit.”

(Thirty Minutes Prior) 

Bearing my actual soul made me the original, and gave me the ability to contemplate life’s greatest mysteries.

Like, if your girlfriend asks you to cum inside her and you immediately give her the reproductive equivalent of the final flash on command, does that make you a sub?

And does wanting your girlfriend to sit on your face make you a sub too?

Will I ever beat the allegations of being so pussywhipped I came on command? I already know for a fact Anubis is gossiping about it with Bast back home.

Wandering through the Eighteenth Floor, the Safe Zone within the Dungeon where a bunch of the bravest dumbasses decided to set up an entire fucking village to live in, I couldn’t help but let my mind contemplate complete nonsense.

After all, I was now Level Three, which meant I needed to get used to fighting with a much stronger body- and also deal with all my stats being sent back to zero.

Name: Selah

Race: Human (Variant)

Level: 3

Ability Scores:

STR: S - 999 -> I - 0

END: S - 999 -> I - 0

DEX: S- 999 -> I - 0

AGI: S - 999 -> I - 0

MAG: S - 999 -> I - 0

Developmental Abilities:

Luck - F

Improves Luck

Mage - I

Grants a magic circle that makes Mind usage more efficient, and a MAG stat beyond the current Level.

Magic:

Skills:

Black Sheep - Increases the growth of stats in proportion to the risk being undertaken.

Mad Dog - Increases Mind regeneration in proportion to ill will and negative emotions.

Dragon Scales - Effectiveness of Endurance stat increases in proportion to damage currently taken. Endurance's applications have broadened.

Crouching Tiger - Increase damage dealt based on how lowly the target is thought of.

Hidden Dragon - All enemy spells are exponentially more expensive to cast, based on their strength and proximity.

Black Raiju - Manifestation of the Blessing of the Sparks of Black. Physical strikes have a chance to be affected by both STR and MAG. Increases the chance of the Sparks of Black to manifest.

Leveling Up is already a hell of a time to get used to your senses, but in terms of my magic I’ve essentially Levelled up twice all at once.

So right now I barely trust myself to even half-heartedly curse anything, in fear of potentially ruining an ecosystem- or calling down a Monster Rex for whatever bullshit reason the Dungeon will throw at me.

Shit, I’ve had to turn my RCT almost completely off so I don’t walk around blazed out of my fucking mind for the next several hours. So, why am I throwing myself into the Nineteenth Floor without any backup, when my everything is almost completely fucked up?

… I’m not sure, honestly. Sure, as a Level Three I’m stupid strong for the current area- enough that I can at least dip my toes into the new level of strength- but even I’m not so reckless as to do that when I’m not completely confident in my abilities.

The real reason is… some sixth sense or gut feeling is screaming at me to go down to the Nineteenth Floor. Which is… odd, because the only thing that could possibly be giving me information unprompted would be the Azyr Wind- the Blue Wind that blows through the unknown and boundless sky, granting precognition and… well, sky magic.

So it seems obvious it would be that, unfortunately the Winds of Chaos are the kinds of magic that are cast unconsciously. So unless one of my clones has just been throwing out spells without telling me, or a future version of me is doing the time-travelling equivalent of throwing pebbles at a window to get me to look outside…

So, yeah. This might be a trap, but fortunately I have instant teleportation and clones to possess should the worst come to pass.

350 points banked.

Roll Failed. 350 points remaining.

… My everything just breathed a sigh of relief at that, so that must’ve been something horrific or lame. No in betweens.

Officially entering the Nineteenth Floor for the first time, I fully took in how different everything in the Dungeon becomes once you get past the Seventeenth Floor.

… The best way to describe it is playing the Great Deku Tree dungeon from Ocarina of Time in real life, except not completely diseased and cursed. Every surface around, from the ground to the walls to the ceiling, was completely made of wood like I was inside of a massive tree.

A flourish of leaves and general plantlife, and various colorful creatures filled the space, and I could already feel my nose tingling as what leftover spore from the giant mushroom monsters triggered my sensitive… senses.

And as a recovering arachnophobe, my goal is to get the fuck out of here before I see a giant insect monster and I end up casting Planetary Devastation off-rip. Or before every status effect inducing plant monster decides to give me the world’s deadliest contact high.

… I think I’m finally understanding how much more difficult every floor of the Dungeon gets, if the jump-off point from the High Floors to the Mid-Floors is to the point my freshly Leveled Up ass is contemplating just bum-rushing the target.

Wait. Why do I-

I reached into the hidden sleeve I’d placed the Hyrule Map in, and found exactly what I was looking for- a… purple dot moving in the middle of the field. I immediately placed the weird sensation I’d been getting with the Map- it must be pointing out something important, especially since it wouldn’t stop nudging my mind to get me to go here.

Unfortunately, the dot decided not to be a helpful blue or red to signify if it were an enemy or an ally- though the Map has always refused to inform me of any living things in the area aside from bosses- and even that was a glowing red skull.

Still, I knew exactly where the… thing was heading towards, so I could just beeline straight for them and run back to the Eighteenth Floor afterwards. Maybe I’ll take the time to check out the sights, since I was sort of worried the locals may try to kill me for… y’know.

So it’ll just be in and out.

“HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed like a little bitch as the giant insect that had the audacity to walk on two legs rushed after me, not hesitating at all in shooting out a Handcannon and devastating this ecosystem.

A specific chirp in the air had me turn and throw out a regular knife at the giant fuckin’ Skyloft Bird before it decided to breath fire and erase me from existence. Or worse, destroy my map.

“Who the fuck makes a place like this?!” Leaping into the air off a tree, having already spent half of my daily shots of my Handcannon in my panic, I was so fucking done with this place. Pointedly cursing everything I could see around me until they finally did the world a favor and stopped existing, not that it’d last considering everyone has Magic Resistance now, I whipped my Map back out and confirmed that the purple mark was just ahead.

And then I heard a cry- more of an exclamation more than anything- in front of me as another Anubis damned bird came out of nowhere and started shooting down flames into the area ahead of me.

I didn’t hesitate, pulling out one of my knives and throwing it where I approximated the Firebird was and getting a satisfying gurgle from it as I tucked in and crashed through the trees and into the clearing where the person had been attacked.

Seeing the bird explode into ashes after I’d apparently hit the mana crystal within, I sighed in relief and began turning towards the victim in question. “Listen, are you injured, because-”

And then I realized my mistake. That I hadn’t saved a ‘person’ at all.

Despite being in a fantasy world where fantasy races of all kinds lived, I knew for a fact that the cowering thing in front of me was a monster- one I’d studied, even. Pale skin just the lightest shade of lavender, long blue hair that trailed down to her waist, various patches of dull blue scales sprouted all over her body.

Her nails- her claws were razor sharp and pitch black, her ears were long and elfin, and there was a blood red gem embedded in her forehead.

But what stunned me to silence wasn’t the mismatched attributes of the Vouvire species, or the fact she was completely fucking naked. No, it was her amber eyes, looking up shakily at me with tears on the verge of falling out.

This monster was afraid of me. This monster had called out in fear, and looked at me as if she didn’t know whether to be saved.

Monsters are mindless beings, created for the sole purpose of defending the Dungeon and slaying all invaders. Monsters feel nothing but bloodlust for all life that doesn’t originate from the Dungeon. Monsters aren’t ‘alive’, they lack anything aside from murderous instinct- less than even an animal, cause at least they provide for an ecosystem.

And yet before my very eyes, is a monster who feels fear and sadness, attacked by her own kind, and cries when she’s scared.

Those amber eyes stared up at me, and I couldn’t deny the truth within them- within her.

The soul that lay within her flesh. She was alive in the truest sense, in every way you could possibly consider.

I… despite everything, I knew exactly how this path would go down. That if there was one, there would be others- more Monsters with souls. And I… fuck, the one fucking thing that I could say with a hundred percent certainty was that I knew how the Dungeon worked.

But that was wrong. It could all be completely wrong. So I had to make a choice, here and now, with what I saw right in front of me.

… But ignoring all of those complications, the intricacies of the world at large potentially unravelling at the seams due to this decision… in front of me was a scared little girl surrounded by… by things that wanted to kill her.

Despite everything I’ve done, and will do… I can’t just abandon her for a what-if.

So, quickly, I stowed away my blade and knelt down to reach her level, and did my best to smile. “Uh, hey kiddo-” Oh my Anubis I’m bad at this. “- I’m Selah, and I’m gonna get you somewhere safer.”

Holding out a hand to her, the… vouvire looked between my face and my outstretched hand for a moment, tilting her head curiously at me.

“S-selah?” I grimaced at how fucking adorable her voice, immediately forgetting every thought about harming a blue hair on her head and vowing to murder anyone who even attempted this.

“Yeah, that’s my name.” My words were simple and encouraging, the way one should talk with a child. Using my experience babysitting as the oldest child in my level of the family tree to block out the much more pressing topic that I desperately didn’t want to think about, I watched as the vouvire reached out a clawed hand towards mine, and grabbed it.

“Hey!” She parroted my words, nodding seriously the whole time, and I felt like I was looking at a small child incapable of deceiving a fucking dog. I nodded exactly as she did, and went to stand-

My every instinct suddenly screamed like it never had before, drowning out even the standoff with Orario’s Strongest Adventurer in how desperate my entire being was to move.

So I did, tugging the vouvire close and drawing my blade from my shadow in the same instant as our assailant reached us.

A massive sword crashed down onto my own, and with all the leftover magic combined with my own energy reinforcing my own sword I was still all but forced to lead the strike towards the ground instead of stopping it wholesale.

My eyes widened as I took in our assailant- instead of it being an Adventurer going for the rare drop… it was a Lizardman- essentially a massive, buff ‘n redscaled humanoid lizard wielding a sword that definitely wasn’t a Landform Weapon.

I tried to step back with the vouvire (need to find out her name), but this fucker was able to force me back from a direct clash despite my Level Three Strength and the physical enhancement from a Level Four Mage.

What the actual fuck was wrong with-

Suddenly, it hit me.

450 points banked.

Source - Age of Monsters (Half Blood) - Fate/Legends: Oasis of Fantasy (100 CP)

Roll Success! Purchased! 350 points remaining.

[Age of Monsters (Half Blood)] In the Age of Gods, humanity is just one of many great kinds of creature. Far from the rulers of the planet, they share with many powerful creatures. Some as intelligent as they, some relying only on raw power and strange abilities to get by. At times, these creatures can even mate with humans to produce half-breeds with traits of both, a not uncommon sight in ancient times. The following perk offers several different tiers to represent different species that you may become a part of.

You are the product of a human mating with a monster of some kind, an inhuman creature. Djinn, dragons, demons, spirits and many more have all taken part in this practice before. Most noticeable are the physical traits it’s given you, as you appear as a human with several monstrous features. Large fluffy ears and tails, scales across your limbs and horns from your brow, that sort of thing. The powers you gain are relatively minor. The child of a Djinn might have limited clairvoyance, a resistance to the elements and the powers of spirits, as well as somewhat increased magical power. Some of these powers could be improved in time, especially with magical knowledge, and some may not. 

And suddenly that wasn’t important, because my everything was just immediately and irreparably changed on a dime without warning, and only a shitty explanation to compensate for it.

I genuinely didn’t have any way to accurately describe the sensation of suddenly feeling your entire being become… different. It was both less and more invasive than discovering that magical organ that lay in the center of my chest… that organ that is now gone and replaced with a core that’s pumping way to much Mind into my everything-

I lashed out and blocked the swing, one that had reminded me how much farther I could go mere moments ago, with ease- both my body and my magic were of such higher quality I could barely comprehend it, so I focused on what I actually did understand.

Like the curse being placed onto the monster attacking me. Sure, it wasn’t the type of curses I used, but at this point if it could be called a curse I could probably sense it.

The lizardman went for a large overhead swing on top of me, and as I rushed in to meet him and keep the fight away from the vouvire at my back, I focused my entire being on analyzing the curse- which was simple.

A curse of mind control, forcing anyone that gets hit into a state of delusion and delirium where you could force them to see whatever you wanted them to, making them attack or otherwise act according to your whim.

And that right there was enough to tell me this monster was like the vouvire- able to think and feel beyond mindless bloodlust, or else why would the caster even bother hypnotizing a member of the mindless horde who never need a reason to kill people.

Also that the caster was nearby, considering this curse didn’t give them the ability to see where they were planting the illusion through the target’s eyes, which could have the guy mindlessly swinging at nothing.

I let out a breath, only to blink as I found a bunch more Mind was available all of a sudden- and the fact it felt like time itself has slowed down, since the lizardman had yet to swing while I was here contemplating.

Anubis, what the hell kind of monster did I just invite to the cookout?

Enhancing myself with energy- only to immediately slow it down so I didn’t make my limbs explode because that was something I could do now- I honed my focus not on the two monsters or myself, but on the curse in front of me.

I could almost smell the Mind wafting off from the curse, leaving a trail back to the one responsible. Internally marking where it led, I then reached out for one of my newest tricks I hadn’t expected to use anytime soon.

The Reverse Cursed Technique, the ability to invert one’s energy so it would have opposing properties. Cursed Technique Reversal, the ability to invert the effect of one’s ability into something opposing its original nature.

Experimenter, the trait that allows me to combine the abilities from any known spells into my very own branch of magic, keeping and removing whatever properties I wished.

Those three things combined to almost double all the abilities I now had, at least overtime, and would permanently increase my arsenal beyond even the limits of the Celestial Grimoire. All of this meant that I had no excuse not to try the very same thing with the first proper ability I’d ever gotten-

Villainous Aura and Light Curses, constant debuffs and other debilitating effects fired based on personal enmity and hatred. One would think the reversal of those abilities would lead to buffs and other enhancements, but that isn’t true in my case.

After all, curses are based off one’s emotions, hatred lying in the center of it all. And one thing I’ve known, long before I’d ever heard of Jujutsu Kaisen, was the opposite of hatred wasn’t love. It was indifference, a complete lack of concern or interest.

After all, hatred was constant, passionate, sometimes all consuming. And we all know how twisted a curse love can be.

So no. My technique’s inverse wasn’t the ability to bless people… it was to drain the interest out of a curse, like wringing a sponge dry of all water, until the  spell could not sustain itself.

It was not love, but forgiveness. A clean slate.

It also meant I now hard-countered every curse-user I could find, which was proving to be much more useful than I thought as I watched the spell die a dog’s death right in front of my eyes.

“Augh,” The lizardman talked, but apparently I was now resistant to having the rules of the world yanked out from under me, so I didn’t bother to give the lizardman another glance as I turned towards the fucking prick. “What in the-”

“You got hypnotized, I broke you out of it, stay here and guard the girl. So help me if I come back and there’s even a hair misplaced, I will personally dismember you.” On that happy note, I enhanced my body with Mind and moved.

I could feel my body being filled with Mind as I moved, almost begging to be used in a completely new way I couldn’t begin to comprehend. But it was for that exact reason I refused the temptation and instead just rushed towards the person-

I ducked under the fucking spear someone had just thrown at me, feeling the Bleeding Curse imbued into it’s blade as it soared over my head, and my gaze locked onto the target for all of this. It was… a generic looking guy wearing a pair of goggles and a completely deranged smile on his face.

“HAHAHA! YOU’RE TOO LATE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” He lifted up a small glass marble that the remains of my downloaded superspy instincts told me was a camera of some kind. So I hit it with a Curse of Fragility as the weirdo squeezed the orb between his fingers, causing it to shatter… oh that was the plan the whole time, huh. “YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, THINKING YOUR CURSES WILL LET YOU CONTROL ME?!”

“... what?” I asked, not quite following his nonexistent grammar, considering I had no fucking clue who he was.

“I WON’T LET ANYONE CONTROL MY LIFE WITH THEIR DAMNED CURSES ANYMORE!” The crazed maniac spoke, screaming his fucking heart out as the tips of his gloved fingers began to ignite, revealing his true nature as the Flames of Liberation came to life before my very eyes. “NOT YOU, NOT DAEDALUS, NO ONE! SO GO AHEAD AND KILL ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, I’D RATHER DIE ON MY FEET THAN LIVE BY YOUR RULES!”

“... Bro, you enslave people.”

“PEOPLE? OF COURSE YOU’D CALL THOSE TALKING MONSTERS PEOPLE, YOU RACE TRAITOR!” He screamed out with a delirious grin, his body catching ablaze yet he still found the ability to yell about shit I didn’t even know about.

… Right, fantasy world, he’s talking about humans versus monsters.

Well, guess it doesn’t really matter since I need to twist his soul until he tells me everything I need to know about that marble.

So, naturally, I took the opportunity to punch him in his sternum as hard as I could and got to see how my flames quite literally parted to make way for my fist as I made contact with his bare flesh- since his clothes had long since turned to ashes.

One mild threat later, and I knew exactly what was going on.

A set up so that one petty bitch could squeeze one last moment of entertainment now that I’ve singlehandedly destroyed his illegal business, and unfortunately the one responsible isn’t the pile of ashes on the ground in front of me.

Great, just great. I really should’ve just made a clone do this shit instead.

450 points banked.

Destruction - Yew Bow - Fate/Legends: God Save The Queen (200 CP)

Roll Success! Purchased! 250 CP remaining.

[Yew Bow] A crossbow crafted by the hands of one of the many who took up the Robin Hood mantle. Made from the yew tree, each shot from this bow contains a terrible poison, which can weaken and harm even a heroic spirit or powerful demon, with normal humans falling in moments from it’s effects. The arrows appear to the wielders hand when needed, allowing for quick loading for the bow that can optionally fire at quite the rapid speed.

With a brief surge of energy and calling the crossbow’s name out, a variety of magical effects can be utilised. The first and most lethal is that anything the next bolt fired touches, will see any impurities, diseases or poison in their bodies instantaneously amplified. Only a touch is required as well, making defence difficult as the bolts do not need to pierce the enemy. The effect of this can range from merely intensifying the existing effects and duration to creating an explosion like lightning up gunpowder within their body. Alternatively, the same calling of the name can cause the next arrow to create an area around where it lands that automatically transfers a weaker dose of the Yew poison, strengthening as long as they remain within. 

Finally, through expending magical energy, the Yew Bow can create trees under the user’s command that originate from Sherwood Forest. These can appear as roots that swarm and bind targets, originating from bolts shot by the bow, or as trees that appear and shape themselves to the wielder’s wish from around their body.

Ah yes, just perfect, a magical crossbow to give to Lili who is currently learning how to create her own magical tools. Effectively invalidating the one thing I had planned for her to do today without so much as a ‘how do you do’?!

Anubis, it’s not even noon yet and I’m already sick of today.

“So, uh, what was that about?” The lizardman asked when I eventually wandered back, having slunk the two weapons into my bag.

“I have no f-” I glanced at the blue naked baby. “-freaking clue, man. So, uh, name’s Selah. Nice to meet you…”

The lizardman grinned in an uncanny way… that no longer registered as uncanny to my brain, now that I wasn’t completely human anymore. “Name’s Lyd. Nice to meet you.”

A scaly and clawed hand reached out for a handshake, and I didn’t hesitate to accept it. 

“Likewise. So… uh… you got a place we can take… actually, kiddo!” I called for the vouvire, who hopped in place at my words. “What’s your name?”

“... name? Selah?” A claw was pointed back at herself, and I shook my head.

“No, that’s my name, you need your own.” She hummed in confusion, and looking at Lyd only revealed he was laughing lowly to himself, refusing to partake in the conversation.

Oh no, I had to name her. Uh… shit, blue dragon girl, there’s gotta be something for that.

I looked at… at her again, and realized my flaw. I was trying to name her like an animal, or a Pokemon. She was a person, and needed a name that had more meaning than just a trivia answer.

“... Lavender. Lave for short?” Fuck it, I’m terrible with naming people.

“... Lave? I’m Lave?” She asked herself, and I almost immediately felt embarrassed for how bad that name was. “Okay! Name’s Lave, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too.” I said, trying to keep calm while who knows what is happening up top.

“Let’s just kidnap him. Not like anyone will look for him.”

“Anubis?!”

A/N: Merry- Happy New Year. I’ve found that this year has been a great year for me as a writer, and I thank each and every one of you for showing interest in my bullshit for this long.

Thanks for reading, and may you continue to for years to come.

Oh and for the chapter in general, a lot of things are going to come ahead in the next few chapters, so be prepared for shit to get complicated.

[He Who Fights Abnormalities] You're a practised fighter, both against humans and monsters. Both are very deadly targets as humans adapt quickly and monsters...well, you never know if that's a wing or a jaw. You're so practised in combat that you can evaluate your opponents faster and discover tells and weaknesses even as you fight for the first time. You also develop a sixth sense that instinctively tells you how to avoid nastier stuff (like leaving before a room-clearing ability is used, or looking away before a blinding light) which would catch most off-guard. 

SI: Already have precognition and get trained by a warrior Goddess, not worth fucking 600 points.