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Interacting with: [@Morose], [@KabenSaal], [@sMoKe], [@BlueSky44]
Current Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPK3B10YfGM]Strangers(Miku)[/url]
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The casual chatter exchanged between the four filled the gap formed by the lack of mobs. Albeit Campanella wasn't that much of a talkative fellow, he chimed in once in a while to show that he bore a measure of sentience. Their most recent addition, a young adult with a heavy Russian accent who at least had a fair grasp on the mechanics of MMO's. As they continued to speak, he got a relatively strong understanding of their playstyles and the archetypes they would most likely follow later on, should they survive that is. Even though he was walking in tandem with the others, his gaze still attentively surveyed their surroundings in hopes of something popping up. Hell, even a mere boar would be a blessing at this point. But as he soon found out, it was his mistake for following rather than at least taking part in leading. 

[color=cc33ff]"I think we've gone in circles..."[/color] Starkette spoke, angst written as clear as day on her complexion. The swordsman let out a slightly peeved sigh at the announcement. It was only now did he realize that their path had been lost as he traced her gaze to the forest floor. But before he could question anything, the sound of combat reverberated in the distance. Guess somebody was luckier than them. The source seemed to be close by, just within a few paces. Campanella had already concluded as much as Starkette had announced. The teen glanced between Elouviana and Stone before he followed suit and drew his sword. He soon found himself near the front of the group, yet his stature remained calm but poised for a fight. Campanella covertly pushed a tree branch to the side to clear his line of sight. His eyes fell upon two players plunged into conflict with three oversized bats. Even though they were surely low level foes, they leaned heavily on strength in numbers. But now unbeknownst to the mobs, the tables had turned.

[color=#318CE7]"Two-player teams. Make sure to call out when you're ready for a [i]Switch[/i]."[/color] His tone carried a faint tinge of urgency, but for the most part was relaxed, as if the sight of two humans fighting for their lives wasn't rattling in the slightest. Better get used to it fast. He glanced back from the bush and met three pairs of eyes, mixed extents of understanding displayed within them. [color=#318CE7]"Erm... As in, if you need a breather, alert your teammate beforehand."[/color] The player shifted his attention back onto the scene and readied his sword. Frankly, it felt too light. He needed something he could put his weight and soul behind. But it would have to suffice for now. [color=#318CE7]"I'll create some space for those two. Get ready."[/color] He brandished the blade as a sign of preparation and broke through the greenery at a cursory speed. 

Ender Yoshido has been an existence that's continued the trek of like sans damns to give. Even now, he wasn't rushing out towards a number of assailants out of the kindness of his walled off heart. The potential EXP and loot definitely had a hand in propelling him forward, but even that didn't deserve a majority of the credit. It just felt like the [i]right[/i] thing to do, despite how inaccurate his moral compass was.

Campanella slipped in through the gap between a bat and one of the players. With his sword readied by the left side of his waist, the swordsman had successfully completed the [i]Pre-Motion[/i] for [i]Slant[/i], signified by the weapon that glowed with a cerulean hue. From there he drove the skill home. On a forty-five degree angle guided by the game's engine, the blade sailed upwards and finally ended past the upper-right air over the bat's wing. A deep ravine of vibrant vermilion was the product of the skill. That, and a temporarily frozen Campanella, ensnared by the subsequent [i]Post-Motion[/i] mechanic. Luckily, the bat he had sunk his blade's tip into decided to increase the space between them rather than sneak in a counter-attack. The wound was detrimental for sure. Another hit would surely do the fiend in. But before he could advance, another bat flew at him at an alarming rate, fangs bared in thirst of his succulent fabricated blood. Campanella just barely managed to guide his sword's edge against its teeth, grinding metal against bolstered calcium. The boy gritted his teeth as he forced the beast back, creating an opening for a teammate to take point. [color=#318CE7]"Switch!"[/color] He called out to whoever had decided to come to his aid.

Hopefully the other two players were appreciating the helping hand.