Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/37/cold-embrace-ryders-plotter
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 14, 2016 18:41:28 GMT
“Meh. I don’t see it.” Ryder spoke, plopping himself down on the bar stool. He whirled himself around, leaning his left elbow upon the wooden counter. His frigid hues scanned across the tavern room, looking from woman to woman as Dashie pointed them all out. Speaking of the small Exceed, he was seated atop the counter beside his partner. He extended his small paw to nonchalantly point towards several of the bar maidens serving drinks to the round tables filled to the brim with rowdy men. “You don’t see the sway in her hips? It’s absolutely perfect. I just wanna.. Rrrgghnn.”
He ignored Dashie’s perverted comments, craning his neck around to look at the man standing behind the counter. Before he could speak and acquire what the duo wanted, Ryder slipped fifty jewels across the counter, nodding towards the large bottle of rum in the back. “Just gimme the whole thing.” A courteous nod was all Ryder received before the man did as he was asked. He slid the jewels into his apron pocket before setting the large, unopened bottle of alcohol before Ryder. He graciously accepted the glass bottle into the palm of his hand, his fingers snaking their way to the top to pop the cap off.
“You’re going to bankrupt us by drinking like this.” Dashie said, not taking of eyes from the scrumptious women making their rounds. “Tsch. You’ve got your delicacies,” The Slayer nodded towards the females. “And I have mine.” He brought the rim of the bottle to his lips, throwing his head back as the cool liquid traveled down his throat. It sent a burning sensation throughout his chest, causing his eyelids to lock together in discomfort. It only took a few seconds for streams of a red liquid to cascade down the sides of his mouth, dripping down his scruffy chin. Rum was always a kick right in the ass at first. After a few moments, it soon became heaven.
“So, how long are you willing to wait around here for this dude?” Dashie pinched one of the toothpicks that sat idly within a small glass cup on the counter, flicking it into his mouth. Ryder lowered the bottle of rum, now having drank almost half of its supply. “‘Till tomorrow morning. If he doesn’t show up by then, we’ll just move on and do the mission ourselves.”
The duo had taken up a mission that was stationed around the Diamond Creek Ranch. They were being tasked with defending the ranch from what the owner liked to call “Diamond Devils”. Little creatures that terrorized the people, destroyed the crops and harvested their livestock. Tomorrow night was the night in which they came in abundance, so much so that the hired Rune Knights that the ranch owner employed was never enough. Every year around this time, he would hire a couple mages to defend his ranch from the bastards. Ryder and Dashie happened to be one of those two, seeing as they came as a package deal. They were informed to wait specifically at this bar for the other mage that would be accompanying them on said mission.
Ryder wasn’t opposed to the idea, either. Getting to know the person he would be fighting alongside with was important. Hell, meeting more people in general was a blessing. It’d give him access to even more information possibly regarding the supposed “God Slayers” he had encountered a couple weeks prior.
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/41/nanashi
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/42/curator-sands-plotter
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Post by Nanashi on May 14, 2016 19:05:06 GMT
Walking, always walking, the towering Jackal was always on the move, never stationary for long unless absolutely necessary, after all, the world of Man had so many beautiful things to gaze and wonder, there was always something extraordinary about how mortals could achieve with given enough time.
Though mankind wasn't without their flaws, they could be one of the cruelest beings in the world if they were slighted, or if they suddenly became bored with life and decided to become murderers.
For eons he has watched mankind struggle against each other, their problems so capricious in its nature, they always complained about not having enough money, not finding love, they became bitterly jealous of how other humans had it better than them, or when things just didn't go their way. Oh, humans were also one of the most benevolent beings he had the experience to watch, but as a wise Celestial Spirit once said to him. "Cruelty and kindness are but shades of the same color."
For better or for worse in whatever they did with their lives, mankind was a strange phenomenon that the Celestial Spirit hasn't been able to find an answer as of yet. But if pressed for an answer, the only way that the Jackal could try to explain it would be that they were always Everchanging and a Conflicted species as a whole.
In his travels, the Jackal has stumbled upon a quaint little ranch called Diamond Creek Ranch, and midway through his way he was approached by someone that seriously needed help against these "Diamond Devils" that yearly harassed the people and destroyed their crops and livestock. The Rune Knights, as far as he understood it were a military subdivision within the Council, a handful of them have been approached and begged to help the Ranch, but the vast number of Diamond Devils that came each year were too many for the Rune Knights to even have a chance to keep them under control, or so he heard from the whispering of gossiping matrons on his way to the Ranch.
The end of his large staff clicked against the ground as he stood in front of the Tavern on the outskirts of the Ranch, it was here where he was told he'd find his partner to defend the ranch against those damnable creatures. "Humans are so noisy." The Jackal's bass-baritone voiced through amiss the loud sounds of the tavern and the people within having a good old time.
Sighing deeply through his nose the male pushed an arm outward, moving the doors out of his way and padded inside the tavern room, immediately the room quieted slightly when they saw the imposing creature standing at the entrance, he was robed with a strange clothing that you'll only see on the royalty of old, or even from the painting of Gods from the old desert.
Their looks didn't even bothered him, not even when some pointing and whispered among themselves, instead the dark-furred being looked around the room and immediately spotted the descriptions of the ones that were supposed to be his partners in crime for this mission. With quiet steps broken by the soft click of his staff hitting the wooden floor, the Jackal moved forward until he stood looming slightly above the dark-haired male and his furred companion.
"I've been told we will be partners today for this mission." Extended a paw for a handshake, something that he learned was customary for mankind to do when meeting new people, the Jackal introduced himself. "Greetings, my name is of no importance in this mortal realm, but you may call me Nanashi." No-name, it wasn't really his true name, but he had adopted it as so when he realized that he couldn't return back to the stars from whence he came, it seemed suitable considering the events that lead to his stay in the world of man.
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Character Desc: No.
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Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/37/cold-embrace-ryders-plotter
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 14, 2016 19:09:30 GMT
“Holy crap, Ryder. You’ve almost drank the whole damn bottle!” The Exceed’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when locking onto the near-empty bottle of rum clasped between his friend’s hands. Despite having been with Ryder for quite some time and experiencing this exact same situation often, he was still surprised by the capacity in which his friend could withstand alcohol. Especially the types that he consumes. It was as if alcohol was ice to him.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve seen me take more.” Ryder nodded towards the bartender, leaving the empty bottle of rum on the table. The man retrieved another and set it down for the Slayer to grasp. He wasted no time in popping the cap and sucking the liquid down. It felt absolutely fantastic. The burning sensation in his chest was something he always cherished when it came to drinking. “Besides… We gotta lighten up for our friend. I know I don’t wanna come across as a hard-ass whenever he gets here.”
“Someone has to be able to produce coherent sentences for him to understand. Not unless he speaks dumbass, which I doubt.”
Their attention was brought from booze and women respectively when the bell at the front entrance of the bar rang. Their eyes danced along the many inhabitants before resting on.. A very strange creature. This thing looked much like that of a dog. He was doused in golden accessories that vibrantly stood out against his jet black fur. In one of his hands he clutched a large staff taller than Ryder himself. All sound in the bar came to an eerie silence upon the being’s serene entrance. All eyes were traced to to the Jackal. Some of the more odious members of the establishment took to snickering among themselves, rudely pointing their fingers towards the creature as he made his way towards both Ryder and Dashie.
The creature parted his lips, his thunderous tone rumbling the atmosphere. It was scary, to say the least. Ryder lowered his bottle of rum to the counter, standing face-to-face with the Jackal to greet him accordingly. He was nice enough to extend a handshake towards the Slayer, a sure-fire sign of someone who at least wanted to start off on a good foot. Ryder coiled his hand around the Jackal’s, giving him a firm shake before releasing.
“Sup? The name is Ryder. You’re our partner, eh? I was wondering when you’d show!”
Ryder took his appearance with a gracious smile. He didn’t care for looks. As long as Nanashi was great company, his appearance was of little importance. Ryder sat back down on the stool, patting the one to his left. Dashie offered a small wave to the Jackal, still seated on the wooden counter. “Take a seat man. You want some? It’s on me.” He brandished the half-full bottle of rum in his hands, offering it towards Nanashi.
“I’m Dashie, by the way.” The orange feline lifted himself to his feet, walking across the counter to stand in between Ryder and Nanashi, “I don’t like bringing this up so soon, but are you the least bit experience in combat?” Ryder frowned, covering his upper lip with his bottom, though his eyebrows arched upwards. He nodded his head slowly, agreeing with his partner. “You ain’t wrong for it. He’s gotta know how to fight if he is gonna go on this mission. We’re gonna be up against a “horde” as the old man said, so combat experience is gonna help in the long run. Depending on how strong the little fuckers are, I seriously doubt Dashie and I could take them all on alone.”
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/41/nanashi
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/42/curator-sands-plotter
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Post by Nanashi on May 14, 2016 19:26:26 GMT
A firm handshake, no hesitation, and a nice aura surrounded the dark-haired male and his small companion, though something seemed strange about Ryder, his nostrils widened imperceptively as he scented the male, detecting a strangely draconic scent coming from the male, alongside a strange smell that he couldn't put a finger to it, the most he could calculate was that it felt cold somehow.
Dismissing his finds as unimportant for the time being, he quickly focused on the two individuals. "It is nice to make your acquaintances, Ryder, Dashie." Nodding at both of them in acknowledgment the tall Jackal humanoid took the offered seat, giving an aside glance at the provided bottle of what smelled to be liquor swirling inside the glass. He wasn't one for drinking, even while he was back in the realm of the Celestials, but he knew that many friendships were started with a bottle to drink so he could try this strange earthling ritual just for the heck of it.
As he grabbed the bottle from the human's hand and went for a glass to fill it with, he pushed aside the thought that friendships, family, and marriage were also lost thanks to the alluring and poisoning powers of alcoholic beverages. Once the glass was about half-full he set the bottle of rum on the wooden counter and looked down at the glass filled with a mixture of colors, it was a combination of black, red, and orange all swirling inside the glass filled with two cubes of ice.
His nose wrinkled slightly at the powerful smell his nose picked up floating from the filled glass, and after a bit of hesitation, the Celestial Spirit slowly brought the glass to his lips, drinking the whole thing before slamming the glass against the wooden counter, gasping for breath slightly as the liquid burned down his throat and warmed his whole body with just one shot.
"It feels like I've been walking through Shurima's Desert after drinking this." The Jackal blinked his red eyes at the empty glass before pushing it away. Instead of wondering about mankind's drinks he turned his eyes back to the duo and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I am yes, you cannot go eons without picking up a thing or two." Feeling like a demonstration was in order, the male focused on the small gourd tied to his hip, he made a motion with his hand and the cap came loose, falling into many particles of loose sand, and with another gesture, the male slowly weaved and slithered a mound of sand out of the gourd.
"So far, just parlor tricks that don't matter much at all, but that's because most of what I can do naturally causes collateral damage to the surrounding area." He wasn't even phased by their use of swear words, he knew that mankind used more colorful language when they were angered or to just emphasize their point across.
Though it sometimes made you wonder about their complete vocabulary when they dropped curse words left and right with every sentence...
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/37/cold-embrace-ryders-plotter
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 14, 2016 19:29:52 GMT
Ryder’s nostrils flared wildly as a familiar scent wafted in between the slimy walls. He averted his gazed from Nanashi, casting a puzzled look towards Dashie. Obviously, the cat had no idea what that was supposed to mean. It smelled like.. No. What the hell was thing? How could he have met two Slayers in the span of one week? Maybe he was just imagining things. He’d taken one too many blows to the head by Lance, and now he was hallucinating. Even so, the scent was oddly similar to Lance’s. However unlike the Flame God Slayer, this Jackal had no malicious intent about him, not as far as Ryder could tell. Even Dashie was comfortable around him.
“Likewise.” He spoke for both him and Dashie, allowing Nanashi to take the bottle of rum from him. While suspicious of the creature’s overwhelmingly homologous whiff, he was curious to see his reaction to the alcohol. Judging by his reluctance to pour and the longing stare he gave the swirling liquid, Nanashi wasn’t fond of rum, or possibly alcohol in general. Had he never tried it before, he was surely in for a whole new world of flavor. Ryder could remember the first time his taste buds were introduced to rum like it was yesterday. It was at a tavern about three years ago with a sweet lady named Jay and of course his partner in crime, Dashie. Jay was allowing him to try all sorts of different drinks, but when rum was brought forth.. The aroma, the look, the texture… The taste. It was all too unbearable. From then on, he became somewhat addicted.
Both Ryder and Dashie reared back as the creature slammed the glass against the counter, parting his lips for a gulp of fresh oxygen. The duo had a goofy grin spread across their faces. Ryder was the first to crack with a jolly laugh, reaching forward to pat Nanashi on his shoulder. “Kyaahahah! It’s got a kicker to it, aye? Don’t worry man, I had the same exact face the first time I tried it too. It’s an amazing beverage.” He tried to hold back any further cackling, seeing as he didn’t want to embarrass the guy. His face was priceless, though. “Tsch, just don’t get addicted like this guy here.”
They were off to a great start. Being able to laugh with their partners was always a good sign. Now, they were going to get a glimpse of his powers, his magic, his capabilities. They were going to find out what this guy could do. Their eyes were secured to his hand as he waved his fingers through the air, a small pop resounding throughout the bar as the cork to a small gourd clipped to his side opened. He weaved his hand through the air, commanding a stream of sand to elegantly float through the air and pile itself together on the counter. Both Dashie and Ryder were absolutely impressed. Manipulating solid matter to that extent and with such grace was incredible.
Ryder clapped his hands together, offering the similarly sized Jackal a smile. “Wow, that was pretty cool. What is it, Gravity Magic or something?” --- “Mm-mm,” Dashie decided to throw his two cents in. He was fairly knowledgeable when it came to different types of magic. He was more of the nerd in the duo than Ryder. “It has to be some sort of Sand-Magic, right? I know there is a sub-type of Sand Magic called er… Uhm.. Sandblast? Something like that.”
Ryder shook his head in mild disbelief. Dashie was punk. “Tsch.. This dude is a walking encyclopedia. Though watch out, he dumbs down whenever he sees a “pretty lady”. “ Ryder snickered, retracting back from the punch to his arm. It was always fun teasing Dashie, especially about the ladies.
“Eh, I guess it’s only fair to return the favor huh?” Ryder brought his fist in between his torso and Nanashi’s. A frigid, white mist began seeping from the cracks in his fingers, filling the immediate vicinity with a chilling breeze. Small, blue ice shards crystallized around his fist, spinning around in the air so that they twinkled off of the bar-light. “Sorry for the sudden drop in temperature, by the way.” By now, most of the patrons assuming the tables in the bar had either left, or were nervously staring towards the trio as two of them displayed their magics to one another.
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/41/nanashi
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/42/curator-sands-plotter
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Post by Nanashi on May 15, 2016 18:47:16 GMT
A pat on the shoulder, if he wasn't wrong the gesture was usually meant to be used when giving sympathy to another person, to offer moral support or when best friends, lovers, or family members were getting ready to take on the challenges ahead of them without hesitation. Based on the male's gesture he'd say that he was sympathizing with him and not ridiculing him in any way. "It certainly packs an oomph to it. Yeah." The Jackal agreed with a nod of his canine head, red-eyes looking back at the bottle of rum for a split second before he focused again on Ryder and Dashie. "I don't see myself ever going for it as my first choice of a drink, perhaps when the cold becomes unbearable." Considering it warmed him straight up like he just came from a stroll through the desert, it seemed like a good option when you were suffering from coldness.
A small laugh of mirth left the male's lips, the sound sounding almost like gravel slightly grinding against each other. "I believe the correct term you're searching for is called Sandstorm. A variation of Sand Manipulation if my knowledge is not incorrect." Which it normally wasn't, but he wasn't all knowing concerning all matters of magic that the world possessed and discovered every day, he could make mistakes and had flaws just like mortal men did. Though he made a good job at trying to hide them from the plain sight of men. "But to answer your question, no, it is something much more powerful than merely gravity manipulation." Nanashi hedged for a bit, should he go ahead and tell them about his abilities? He already had his own suspicions about Ryder's aura and the magic he gave off when he conjured small ice shards around his fist. "I'm a Slayer. A Sand God Slayer to be exact."
There, he had said it, now he hoped that Ryder wouldn't back down or work on a lie about the origins of his powers. But just to be sure he made a passing comment about it. "If my senses aren't playing tricks on me, your aura also feels like that of a Slayer, with something vaguely draconic about it as well." His crimson orbs panned up until he could stare into the Ryder's eyes, a slow arching of his brow was clearly visible for the Ice Wielding male. "It is a bit presumptuous of me to assume that you're an Ice Dragon Slayer?" Absently the male made another motion with his hand, and silently the sand retracted back inside the gourd and with another gesture a hardened cork of sand closed the orifice to seal the sand inside.
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Character Desc: No.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/24/ryder-frostridge
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/37/cold-embrace-ryders-plotter
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 15, 2016 18:56:19 GMT
“Sandstorm, that’s it!” Dashie smiled, giving the Jackal a thumbs up in thanks for giving him the correct information. “I knew it was something like that. Traveling around the continent and even beyond for a year or two, Ryder and I have encountered a bunch of different people who all used various types of Magic. I’ve written them down and stuff in a book. I kinda of.. Forgot it back at home. But thank you for the correction! I gotta’ make a mental note of it or somethin’..” The Exceed smiled, placing his paws upon his hips. Yet another bit of information to jot down in his novel-sized book of magics when they returned home.
“Not even Gravity magic, aye? That’s somethin’ else. I’m assumin’ it ain’t even normal Sand Magic either? Judging by the color..” Ryder took a gander at the sand piled upon the counter. Black instead of the normal brown hues that accompanied the mass of grains. This only helped to confirm his hunch that this was God Slayer Magic, or somewhat related to it. “I met someone with black elemental magic a few weeks back. He used black fire. It burned like a motherfucker.” Ryder reached up towards his shoulder and lifted the sleeve of his shirt, revealing white bandages having been wrapped around his shoulder and arm like a pauldron of cloth. “It was pretty weird. Definitely not something Dashie or I had ever come across before.”
He refrained from explicitly stating the name of the Magic outright. God Slayer Magic. Was that the official name for it? Maybe, maybe not. All the info he had to go off of was that of which was bestowed upon him by Lance, and even then it wasn’t much. “Yea, it was weird. But Ryder here was able to hold him, despite getting his ass toasted.”
Both Ryder and Dashie narrowed their eyes on the Jackal as he affirmed the name of his magic. Sand God Slayer Magic. “Heh, I kind of assumed you had something like that! I didn’t wanna say anything in fear of spookin’ ya off. Another God Slayer though… Wow. That’s pretty ironic, seeing as Dashie and I are on the hunt for ‘em.” As soon as his lips sealed themselves shut, Ryder nearly fell out of his seat. It was one of those moments where he realized the context around his words could come off in a hostile manner. Even Dashie noticed, prompting a bead of sweat to roll down his cheek.
“Erm, eh! Lemme rephrase that.. We ain’t hunting you guys down in a bad way. Just looking for information on your magic, is all. Heh, I see how that could have come off… My bad.” His right hand nervously scratched at the back of his head before being caught off guard by Nanashi’s next question, or rather assumption.
“Oh, my aura aye? Well, you’re not wrong. That’s about all I can say in public like this.” Ryder leaned in, placing his hand to the side of his face so that his lips were blocked off from view of the remaining pugilists in the bar. He spoke in a hushed tone, being careful not to alert anyone. “People tend to get riled up whenever you reveal this type of stuff. Slayer Magic is very rare and dangerous.” He pulled his upper body back, tapping his fingers against the bar while glancing towards the bartender.
“Well, we better get some rest. We got some fightin’ to do tomorrow night. Best to get as much energy stored up as possible, aye?” Ryder ended it off with a firm nod. He lifted himself from the chair, taking a few steps towards the stairs that led upstairs. Dashie left the Jackal with a friendly wave. “See-ya in the morning Nanashi. It was nice meetin’ ya’!” He hopped off of the counter and zoomed up the steps.
“Oh,” The Ice Slayer stopped mid-step, churning his neck around to glance back at Nanashi. “I also paid for your room, that way you can have a place to sleep tonight. It’s the third door on the left once you get upstairs, right next to Dashie and I’s. Take care."
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/41/nanashi
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/42/curator-sands-plotter
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Post by Nanashi on May 15, 2016 19:11:44 GMT
"You have got to show me this compendium of yours whenever the chance arises, Dashie," Nanashi said, his eyes locked with the mop of hair that covered the small cat's eyes from view and his body leaned slightly forward in clear interest, it was obvious that his curiosity was piqued with this book of information that Dashie was slowly filling with the finding of magics around Fiore.
He wasn't interested in stealing it or leafing through its pages in search of dangerous and forbidden techniques, but rather he wanted to see how far magic has come since the beginning of time. He had seen much in his life but even a being such as him could miss an interesting tidbit or two about the world when he wasn't looking too deeply into it.
It was true that his sand wasn't of the normal coloration when he used his own magic to bring it forth into existence, but the sand that was sealed inside the small gourd was of normal coloration, if not getting ever so slightly darker with each time he used his brand of magic to make it come to life and do a myriad of things with just a thought.
The reason why he carried it around was personal, dating back to the time when he found himself in the world of man, and not really something he wished to talk about freely without a clear reason. Call him sentimental, but it was nice to have a memento of something that reminded you of better times.
If they were out in the open and with not many witnesses he would have probably made a small show as he brought a large amount of black colored sand to existence out of seemingly nowhere, but as it stood he wasn't really too keen on showing his abilities unless the situation called for it, the only reason he made that small scene just moments ago was to confirm his suspicions about Ryder and to show them that he wasn't all bark and no bite.
Or so the amusing human saying goes.
But then his tall ears caught the mention of black fire and how the assailant fought against Ryder, leaving some nasty healing bruises behind as a result on the dark-haired human's skin, and Nanashi felt his eyes narrow slightly at the implications. So Ryder fought against a Fire God Slayer at some point and came out of that with burns on his shoulder, he wondered who could it be and if he had met them before in his life, but ultimately dismissed the thought. "I see, it must have been a grueling battle, judging by your injuries. Black fire, you say?" Narrowing his eyes slightly, the Celestial Spirit didn't seem worried about the fact that someone was out there hunting for other God Slayers, but the slight tightening of his staff told those that were alert that he was ready for a throw down.
Thankfully Ryder was quick to explain the mess-up, and so Nanashi relaxed his grip and let out a nearly inaudible sigh through his nose. "It is fine, besides, you wouldn't be the first to hunt my kind for one reason or another anyway." He had heard tales of how there were some Mages out there in search of Celestial Spirits to mark them as their property, to use them for very nefarious ends and only to bolster their own coffers and life.
God Slayers, or indeed just those that have the potential to use Slayer Magic, weren't also safe in that category he assumed, they were strong in their own right but all it took was to catch them off guard and they could be slain like any other normal being. Even Ryder agreed with his sentiment even if he didn't voice them aloud. It seemed that no one caught up on their conversation thus far, just thinking that they were merely showing off their tricks against each other, but the Bartender was very close by, perhaps he heard everything they had just said moments ago.
It was insignificant if the Bartender proved to be a threat of some kind he'd retaliate in kind, but for now, the human was nothing but perhaps a loose cannon that needed to be kept an eye on just in case. He watched with an almost nonchalant stare as Ryder and his companion stood up and headed for the upper floors of the room, probably to their room to rest and prepare for the mission tomorrow.
"It was nice meeting you too, Dashie," Nanashi replied back kindly, softly waving towards the small kitten as he followed his partner up the stairs. Ears flickering slightly the male's nose scrunched slightly before he blinked at the male. "You didn't have to, really, but I appreciate your kindness." Standing up the male turned towards the Bartender, giving a nod he padded towards the stairs and soon enough he was inside his room.
The dark-furred Jackal gave the room a brief glance, nothing that it was slightly spartan in nature, and with a nice comfy bed at the end of the room. "This should suffice." The Celestial Spirit slowly approached the bed and after moving for a bit he found a perfect position to meditate with his staff laying across his lap. As he meditated the night away, the humanoid Jackal asked for the protections of the Gods for their mission tomorrow.
--- "It's almost dusk..." Nanashi muttered to himself as he walked towards Ryder, the Diamond Creek Ranch looked eerie with the looming darkness closing near, but the Celestial Spirit didn't let the atmosphere shake his resolve. "It's almost time. Are you ready?" The Jackal gripped his staff firmly in one hand, and if one where to look they would see a bit of black sand slowly drifting upward from the ground where his feet walked on.
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 15, 2016 19:19:55 GMT
“So whaddya think of him? Good enough to help us out? I mean.. You did get a nice piece of info from him if nothing else comes of this. He’s a damned God Slayer. How lucky can we get? Searching for ‘em, and almost right away we find one.” The Exceed spoke as soon as Ryder closed the door to their room. The two wafted about with Ryder plopping himself down at the edge of the bed. Dashie made his own little home atop one of the wooden wardrobes that watched over their small chamber, forming a small tent from the blanket that resided within the depths of his tote bag.
“I think he is cool. He’s got the information we need, and the strength. Did you feel his magic power? He’s around the same as me, if not more.” The Slayer rested his katana against the coffee table positioned near the side of his bed. He was sure this Nanashi fellow was strong. Was he entirely on their side? No one could tell for sure unless you were able to read minds, and that was a rare type of Magic. Hell, Ryder didn’t even know if it existed. If it did, neither of them possessed the ability to use it. They had to go off of pure instinct alone. Their instincts were telling them that the Jackal meant well.
“We should turn in, get some rest. Got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. G’night Dash.” Ryder unclipped the small leather straps securing his gauntlets to his forearms, laying them side-by-side on the table. He kicked his boots off and swung his legs over the side of the bed, not even bothering to undress further or pull the covers over himself. Dashie’s eyes could see straight through the curtain of orange hair that blocked most of his sight. There was a reason Ryder wasn’t like most guys in that he never took off his shirt. His eyes followed the scars that crept up the edge of his neck, knowing full well the horrors that lie beneath that tunic.
“G’night Ryder.”
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Morning hit them like a ton of bricks. Nanashi even had to wake them up in fear of them sleeping too long. They had a terrible habit of losing track of time, especially when they slept. They had to rush down stairs and hastily consume their breakfast to make sure there was enough time to get to the ranch, speak with the owner, and scope the layout to prepare for nightfall. Needless to say, the entire day was busy, from dawn ‘till dusk.
The eerie shadows soon set themselves upon Diamond Creek Ranch, vibrant orange sun dipping below the horizon. The many lamps lining each and every dirt path around the ranch began lighting up one-by-one, illuminating the walkways in which the three wizards would be utilizing for this mission.
Even though Ryder wasn’t necessarily afraid of the dark, the nature of their mission and the details bestowed upon them by the Ranch owner gave him the heebie-jeebies. It was an everlasting wave of goosebumps that he couldn’t shake even if he tried. He could easily tell that Dashie felt the same way as the Exceed hovered near Ryder’s and Nanashi’s shoulder, right in between the two.
Clasped between Ryder’s hands were his signature katana and a small, green glass orb. It was a communication Lacrima he carried around for missions. Seeing the size of the ranch now, he prided himself on actually remembering to bring it. It was an annoying object, seeing as it actually weighed more than it looked, but necessary.
“I hope you got yours..” He spoke to Nanashi, jostling the orb around in front of the Jackal’s eyes. “I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna have to split up for this. If you got one of these or something similar to contact me, it’s gonna come in handy. I got no idea what the hell we’re gonna find out here… I suppose if I am in trouble, I could always send Dashie. Though that method only works one way.” If Nanashi didn’t have some means of communication that the two could use, this mission would be more than just a walk in the park.
“You two ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Post by Nanashi on May 15, 2016 19:41:23 GMT
The Celestial Spirit sent a deadpan look at Ryder once he was close enough, he had remembered how he had to go and wake them up by knocking firmly on their doors so they wouldn't oversleep, they needed to go and scout the premises after all before they could get up and personal with the mission's objectives. It would be disastrous if they had gone completely blind without knowing the layout of the ranch, it would be like a blind person walking around a stranger's home trying to find the washroom. He had been down and eating his own breakfast, consisting of just two fresh apples and a glass of water, when the two stumbled down the stairs, almost missing a step and crashing head over heels against the floor.
From there it was a race to the Ranch, though the Jackal took his sweet time to get there once they were off, no reason to overexert themselves and become tired when the time rolled around after all. They still made a good time of what they had and now they were getting ready for what was about to come to assault the ranch.
Observing his surroundings as nightfall finally came, the tall Jackal noted the numerous lamps lining the dirt path around the establishment, giving a bit of light to combat against the powerful darkness of the night. It wasn't enough to completely light their way but it would be enough to help them in their endeavors for now.
Turning towards the Ice Slayer, his eyes centered on the small green colored orb made completely of glass that the Slayer held in his hand before his eyes panned back towards the male. "I regret to inform you that I do not possess such a Lacrima." He really did not, he didn't really much need for it until now that is, and he was regretting not getting acquaintances with the different lacrimas that dotted the land of Fiore. He knew that there existed many of such spheres that could do a myriad of things, the question was now how to obtain one and what could it do once he had it.
"Nevertheless. Do not fret, if the situations turn dire, I'll be able to contact you." Making a motion with his hand, the male conjured a small strand of blackened sand and formed it into the shape of a small hardened ball of sand. "If I need assistance, I'll be sure to call you using that hardened orb of sand as a medium." He didn't specify in which way would Ryder know that he needed help when he send the sphere, he figured that the dark-haired fellow will learn soon enough.
"I am ready." He nodded his head once at the two of them, turning towards the lighted path. "You take on one side of the ranch, I'll take the other." Turning his head slightly so he could stare at the two of them from his peripheral vision, he made sure he got their full attention before saying. "Be careful. We don't know what might be lurking in the dark." Warning given the male padded forward towards his part of the ranch to investigate and make sure none of the "Devils" made an appearance tonight.
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 15, 2016 19:46:27 GMT
“Meh, that’s fine.” Ryder started, stuffing the communication Lacrima back within the tote bag hung around his shoulder. “If I am havin’ any trouble, I’ll sense Dashie here.” The Exceed could fly very quickly, even while carrying a person. Sure, the ranch was too big for both Ryder and Nanashi to run to each other, but Dashie could cover its grounds within five-to-ten minutes. Hell, it would be easier just to let Dashie do all of the work and report back if he saw anything suspicious, anything that might warrant their strength. But where was the fun in that?
Fortunately, the Jackal did have a way of communication with them. It was a little unorthodox, but it would work. “Okay, cool! So,” The Exceed began, turning towards Nanashi. “If Ryder is in trouble, he’ll send me over. If you’re in a pickle, you send that sand-orb-thingy. I’ll get him over before you can blink. Sound like a good plan?” He ended it off with a smile, glancing around towards Ryder for a nod of confirmation. It was the best plan they had at the moment. It wasn’t ideal splitting up, but it had to be done.
“Right, man.. The same goes to you. You need anythin’, you send that black ball our way.” Ryder brought his arm up, tapping his index and middle finger against his forehead as he started down the fork in the path, aiming for the one on the left. Him and Dashie were going to scout out the left side of the ranch which housed the sheep and most of the cattle. It was also the side closest to the mountain range, the place said to harbor the Diamond Devils’ HQ.
Dashie leaned forward to pat Nanashi on the shoulder, his gaze following the gloomy ridges of the ranch. “Stay safe, dude. We’ll be around.” Without a second longing look towards Nanashi’s side of the ranch, he hurriedly chased after his partner. He slid his way up to Ryder’s shoulder, nervously tapping his fingers together. “Erm.. Do you think we’re gonna find anything?”
“It’s a possibility. I mean, we’re sort of supposed to find something. If we don’t, I don’t think we’re doing our job right.” They were guaranteed a fight. A gruesome, tedious battle that wouldn’t suffice until dawn. They knew the consequences that would surely burden them should they accept this mission. The ranch owner gave them orders to fend these beings off. If they weren’t seeing any, then they were slacking.
“I guess you’re right. I just don’t want to get ambushed, y’know? I gotta get back to Julia and.. Well--” -- “Yea, I know. We’re going to be fine, He hired us for a reason.” Ryder’s confident tone was contagious to say the least. It allowed the Exceed to calm his nerves even if just by a tiny bit. He wasn’t much use in combat on his own, but with Ryder by his side, they were nearly unstoppable. “And for the record, her name is Maria, not Julia.”
The correction didn’t even phase Dashie. He never really took it upon himself to remember the names of the women he has wanted to get a chance at. Julia and Maria were about the closest names he’s ever gotten. “I was close, though. They both end in an ‘ia’. Right-eeeeeehp!” He ended his question with a girly squeal, quickly backpedaling until he was behind the protection of his friend. Some small creature had made its way across the road in front of them, right in between two of the lamp posts. It was a section of the path in which the light did not reach, canceling out a clear view of whatever it was. Ryder stopped dead in his tracks, hand tightening around the hilt of his katana. “W-w-what the hell was that?!”
With a watchful glare, Ryder wrapped his right hand around the hilt of his blade, partially unsheathing it. “Dunno, but we’re about to find out.”
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Post by Nanashi on May 16, 2016 20:25:43 GMT
Red eyes narrowed slightly as the black-furred jackal kept walking across the lighted path, his grip on his staff tightening imperceptively as with every passing second he felt like someone was watching him from the darkness, the wind rustling through the trees nearby sounding like children giggling underneath their breaths, and the shadows dancing out of reach looking like small demons reaching out for him.
Stopping in the middle of the path, Nanashi heaved a slow sigh before his deep voice sounded across the plains. "I can sense you're out there." Blackened sand slowly swirled around his foot paws and reached up across his calves. "Come out, now." Nothing answered him for a few moments, but he didn't have to wait for long before the darkness replied.
Lips peeling back to show rows of sharpened teeth, Nanashi quickly lifted his staff and blocked a myriad of small pepper balls of fire being thrown at him, the staff was durable enough to withstand the elements, and the black sand that responded to his call easily snuffed out the flames before they could cause an inferno should they had hit the grass. "Do not take me for a fool, those fireballs didn't even have enough power to be considered threatening at all. Now, I won't ask again, show yourself!"
"Well isn't this guy really boring." A high-pitched voice said before three small beings appeared, one to his left, another to his right and one right in the center. They looked like the descriptions that the owner of the ranch and the locals gave them, and he wasn't surprised that they could use elemental magic considering even the Rune Knights had troubled with this hellspawn.
"What, you came here to stop our fun?" The one on the front said, summoning a small ball of fire to float on his hand.
"Think again you old geezer." The one on his left said scoffed, his eyes flickering with the flames he wanted to summon to the surface.
"Yeah, you cannot stop us, so you better just scram." The one on his right said with a bored tone, even going as far to roll his eyes heavenward.
"It's time that someone taught you lot some manners." Nanashi ignored their laughter as he slowly fell into a battle ready stance, though at the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension descend upon him, they didn't look at all that dangerous, these little critters couldn't possibly be the reason why even the Rune Knights had trouble with them.
Something was wrong here.
Silence fell upon them all for a while, Nanashi's eyes looking at each devil in term as he thought of a strategy to deal with them as fast as he could, but it seemed that the red devils wouldn't give him that luxury as they suddenly lunged forward to attack him, their claws shining brightly and ready to tear him apart.
"First rule of battling an opponent." Nanashi intoned as he twisted his staff sharply, black sand suddenly slithering up and about as it slapped and whipped the small devils with harsh strikes, driving them to the floor with small shrieks of pain. "Never underestimate them, it could be your downfall."
The one that seemed to be the leader of the trio snarled in outrage before bellowing, "Get him!" Though his voice was slurred like he was suddenly drunk with dizziness, and the others didn't seem to be fairing any better.
And just like that, the battle has begun.
NAME: Sand God’s Barrage. RANK: D-Rank. TYPE: Attack. MAGIC: Sand God Slayer. MODS: AoE/Ailment (Dizziness). DESCRIPTION: Nanashi manipulates the sand for a myriad of techniques; this time to attack multiple enemies simultaneously with harsh strikes of hardened sand, the blows strong enough to make them dizzy for three turns. MP COST: 1.
Magic Points: 4/5
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 16, 2016 21:52:11 GMT
“D-d-do you think it could be one of them?!” Dashie’s voice trembled with each word that crossed his orange petals. Streams of sweat rolled down his figure as he nervously shook on the spot, not daring to take another step towards the rustling bushes. He would let Ryder handle that since he was the one with the most combat experience. Should it be one of the gremlins, he would be toast in a matter of seconds. Plus, he was their calling card. Should anything happen to Dashie, Ryder and Nanashi would lose their only source of communication.
“Could be anything. Bunny, pig, dog, cat… Devil.” Ryder was entirely unsure himself. He approached the bush with caution, holding his sheath out at arm's length. He was ready for a battle. He poked the tip of his sheath in the direction of the bushes, brushing aside some of the much larger blades of grass. There wasn’t anything he could see.. Not immediately, anyways. “I think we’re clear. Whatever it was.. I think it ran away.” His icy gaze gave the bush one last glance before turning towards the shivering feline, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. Maybe they were being a bit too paranoid?
Dashie pushed his two index fingers together, his head on a swivel as he scoured the lands looking for the source of the noise they’d heard earlier. “A-Are you sure? I swear I saw something. I-.. I’m not crazy!” He took on a defensive tone, still looking around for the Devils. “I’m not saying you are. I saw it, too. I think it’s safe to say that it ran off. Let’s keep going, we don’t wanna lollygag behi-.... Behind… Behind you!” The Slayer’s eyes widened in terror as two beady green eyes illuminated the darkness behind his companion. He could see pearly white fangs appear beneath the eyes, curling into a dangerous grin.
“Wh-whaaaatttt?!” The Exceed immediately lowered himself into the fetal position, using his paws to cover the back of his head. The Devil launched itself forward towards Ryder, its legs tucked back so that the knees were hugging its chest. An elaborate dropkick found its home in the base of Ryder’s chest, forcing the air he did have stored in his lungs out into the world. He stumbled back a few steps as he clutched his chest, veins in his throat sprouting against the surface of his skin with every gasp for air he took.
Ryder soon found the earth closer to his field of view. He pressed his chin against his chest, eyes locking onto a small pit of quicksand that had already captured his lower body, rising all the way up to his shins. How the hell did this get there? It wasn’t here before when he investigating the weeds.
Several high-pitched voices began cackling in the ominous night sky behind him. Much to their horror, both Ryder and Dashie counted up the amount of Diamond Devils they were facing. Four. The first one was being used as a distraction while the other three set up this trap. They were crafty ass little fuckers, something the Ranch owner himself had to worry both Ryder and Nanashi about.
“Ggngh! What the hell?! How did you little shits find the time to do this so quickly?!”
The only response he got was an eruption of devilish laughter before the goblins busted down the fence next to them, hustling off onto the ranch towards the livestock. The Ice Slayer did his best to attempt an escape from the unrelenting depths, but to no avail.
“D-damnit! Dash, help me out here!”
Lifting his head from the ground to find that his worst nightmares had made their exit, Dashie jumped into the air. White wings sprout from the middle of his back, allowing him to quickly float over towards his sinking companion. He wrapped his paws around Ryder’s hands, reeling back with all of his tiny cat-might. “Pull Dash, pull!” ---- “I am, I am!”
Straining their muscles to the utmost limits, they succeeded in pulling Ryder from the pool of death. Ryder’s life had been saved, but his pants and boots had not. They were soiled with the muck that he’d so carelessly fallen into.
Ryder’s eyes turned a deep red, his voice deepening with a savage growl. “Gear up. We’re going after those bastards.”
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Nanashi
Freelancer
"The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die."
Posts: 41
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: SAND GOD SLAYER
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Post by Nanashi on May 19, 2016 22:35:45 GMT
"Bada-boom!" Nanashi snarled as a hot blast of fire seared his fur slightly, and he had to duck and summon a wall of sand to protect himself from multiple pepper blast of fire from almost burning his fur blacker than what it already was. "Begone. Sand's God Fury!" The black sand converged around the devil's feet and with a swipe of his hand the twister of sand burst inward and then outward with a sharp boom.
With a deafening cry of pain, the little rowdy demons were quickly deal with, and the God Slayer let out a sigh of relief. "That takes care of them, now for--" Enhanced senses suddenly blaring in alarm, the God Slayer quickly brought forth a wall of sand, and gritted his teeth when a blazingly hot ball of fire thundered against the shield and turned most of the black sand into darkened glass shards.
"Nice of you to deal with those little fuckers." A voice sounded from the other side of the sand wall, and cautiously peeking over the sand mount to see who it was revealed to Nanashi his new assailant's appearance. It was slightly taller than the first three gremlins, with highlighted cracks running up and down his frame, like instead of blood he had lava for veins, finishing with a pair of bat demonic wings on his back, all and all he looked much more powerful and meaner that they could have ever been. "Now you've got me to deal with." The new adversary grinned darkly at Nanashi, who released a frustrated growl as his enhanced hearing caught Ryder and Dashie's voices in the distance and by the look of things they needed help and pronto.
"Out of my way, I don't have time to deal with you!" With renewed vigor the Beastman attacked the Pyro Demon with sharp strikes of hardened black sands while avoiding reciprocating strikes from the Pyro Demon's fireballs and whips of fire.
NAME: Sand God's Fury. RANK: C-Rank. TYPE: Attack. MAGIC: Sand God Slayer. MODS: -- DESCRIPTION: Nanashi manipulates the sand to revolve around the target then he swipes his hand to make it explode with the target inside it. MP COST: 1.
MP: 3/5
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Ryder Frostridge
Freelancer
It's pretty cold out there.
Posts: 36
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: ICE DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by Ryder Frostridge on May 21, 2016 5:12:07 GMT
“Ryder! Ryder! You gotta come up with some type of game-plan! Charging into this is gonna get us nowhere!” Dashie exclaimed, flying closely behind the running Slayer. They were moving quick, fast enough to where the Exceed’s eyes were unveiled to the world from behind that brown mop he called his mane. “You saw how clever they were. They could just be leading us into another trap!” Just moments before the duo turned the large, open field into their sprinting track, they had been ambushed by four of these Diamond Devil creatures. They’d completely tricked both Ryder and Dashie, laying out a plan that had worked very much in their favor. It ended with the Ice Slayer stuck in a pool of quicksand.
“That’s the point, Dash! I want to run into another trap. I’ll get out of it much quicker this time. So fast that they won’t even have a chance to run.” Ryder spoke between hardy breaths, dashing at full speed in the direction of these little gremlins. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t know that Ryder was a Dragon Slayer. All of his sense were heightened to levels beyond that of any normal Wizard. In this instance, his smell came in handy. He was able to quickly pick up on their scent and chase after them. “Besides… If they do actually set something up like before, it’ll be perfect. We’ll run right into ‘em which is exactly what we want. They think they’re clever, huh?”
Ryder parted his lips to release a triumphant laugh, believing himself to be several steps ahead of these little shits. He couldn’t have been more wrong when his heart skipped a beat, eyes staring dead on with a fist made out of rocks. Said fist was spiralling through the air, the knuckles aimed right for the bridge of Ryder’s nose. The fist itself couldn’t have been bigger than the size of a baseball.
His eyelids retracted back to portray a loot of astonishment. He reached back to grab Dashie, ducking beneath the fist just in the knick of time. It was quite the close call at the jagged fingers grazed the back of his head. He hit the ground on his knees, quickly rolling to his right with his companion in tow. “I told ya’ so, Dash!”
The duo glanced upwards, eyes scanning the surrounding field for the source of such an attack. And there it was, the culprit. A Diamond Devil that looked drastically different than the other four they’d seen, he stood atop a floating rock, cackling his little heart away. “Nyeknyeknyeknyeknyeknyeeeekk!” He flailed his small pitchfork around, pearly white jagged teeth separating themselves for the maniacal laugh. There was an emerald green gem embedded into the gremlin’s forehead that shined brightly, basking all three of them in a vibrant jade hue. “Nyeknyeknyeknyek! You didn’t see that one comin’, did you?! Or this, or this!!”
With the flick of his wrist, two more fists made entirely of earthen materials protruded from the ground directly in front of Ryder and Dashie. “Dash, move!” His command was met with a terrified squeak. He had no other choice but to dip his shoulder to the right, once again narrowly avoiding the Devil’s technique. As soon as he was able to regain his composure, his frozen hues were looking for Dashie to make sure he was okay. Indeed he was, albeit shaking around furiously on the ground.
“Eeeep! You avoided it again! You’re quick, Mr. Slayer!” His words seemed to be some sort of command for the fists to now target Ryder, turning in mid-air like two brown snakes. They burrowed themselves deep into the pit of his stomach, forcing the Slayer to barrel roll across the field.
“R-Ryder!”
“Nyeknyeknyek! Looky, looky! A kitty cat!” Small bits of dust and pebbles descended from the Devil’s rocky platform as he guided himself over towards Dashie, a monstrous grin tugging at the edges of his lips. “We can make a mean stew outta’ youuuuu~ Nyeknyek! That rhymed!”
EARTH DIAMOND DEVIL
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