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Erik deliberately took a deep breath as his eyes locked on the various Lost between himself and the Rear Team. [color=gold][i]I have to make sure the ones coming this way draw towards me. If they have to handle anymore...[/i][/color] Erik refused to finish the thought. He fired his will-constructed arrows swiftly taking out two of the thralls closest to him in quick succession. Taking the chance to glance over his shoulder, he noticed…

[color=gold]“Did she really ditch me?”[/color] He was aware of her ability to cloak herself and he knew how to find her due to the shimmer she gave off when moving about. [color=gold][i]Nothing[/i][/color]. Despite the mystery, Erik faced forward with his faith in Akaia being quite strong. There was a task before him, and for good of the Commune, he needed to see it completed. The rare serious demeanor that crossed his face oddly softened with a hint of a smile. [color=gold]“Now I can really move.”[/color] Erik quickly slung his bow as four thralls and a tentacle moved his way. [color=gold]“Sun for fun”[/color] He unsheathed his sword with the sun engraving on its blade and pointed toward his foes. [color=gold]“Hey lil’ sis, I think I have these five!”[/color] He called out just in case she was thinking of providing him some cover fire. Erik loved to cooperate, but he thought it would be better if someone else could get supporting fire from the team’s sniper. 

Rarely did Erik wait on the Lost to make the first move, and so he rushed in. The four thralls were practically in line with each other. If he were to engage one, another would have the opportunity to strike him. Hitting the middle-men would be the biggest mistake he could make. He went for the one on the left… but what about the tentacle that lingered in the rear. The larger Lost could attack him almost immediately after he broke through the line. Its attacks are slower, but much more devastating if a clean hit were delivered. Erik was mostly thinking on the fly, but he had a decent plan… well it was debatable.

If one could slow the entire moment down they would catch Erik giving a nod and wink towards the four thralls as they rushed towards him. The thralls lunged in unison with their morphed and twisted blades, only for their legs to make contact with a quickly constructed barrier having the appearance of the low wall. [color=gold][i]Trip![/i][/color] The barrier vanished as quickly as it appeared, but it had fulfilled its purpose in making the creatures fall to the ground. He hopped right over the thralls with his feet squared, his eyes on the prize. The tentacle. [color=gold][i]Hop![/i][/color] while midair a second barrier, this time a declined platform that he landed on in a crouched position before pumping his legs and swiftly launching forth from it before it disappeared. [color=gold][i]BLAST OFF![/i][/color] The movement allowed Erik to blitz the tentacle with both hands grasping the hilt of his sword. He plunged his barrier-fortified sword up and into the chest of the large Lost. The momentum from the collision caused the tentacle to fall backward with Erik going along for the ride.

The tentacle hit the cracked concrete with a thud. A grunt escaped the seasoned revenant before he stood up and removed his sword before quickly stabbing the downed Lost through the hanging tentacles on its face, finding its throat. He turned toward the four thralls that had gotten up as the tentacle Lost dispersed beneath him. 

[Color=gold]“Alright, four to go on my end!”[/color]  Erik exclaimed just as the four charged at him again. It was time to file them. He flashed a canted wall-barrier in front of all except the furthest on the right who clipped his shoulder on it causing him to stumble forward right into a powerful two-handed barrier-fortified sword strike. The others had been momentarily stopped a step or two offset from each other. And now one was slightly behind the other. He parried the next attack before his blade was covered in his flaming barrier again, striking down the second. He summoned a quick circular barrier just large enough to block the following thrall's attack. The blade recoiled back, allowing Erik to stab it through the chest. His blade appeared to unnaturally leave the thrall's body. It was as if the blade was escaping warm butter. Even for a revenant with superior physical prowess to a human, it appeared too easy. Like the rest, the fourth thrall found Erik's blade in a few swift movements.

[Color=gold]“Wow! I wish I could have warmed up a little more beforehand.”[/color] He had abused his use of barriers a little more than he hoped but kept with what he dubbed his "battle rhythm.”

Erik's barriers had always been fleeting shapes he could never maintain unless in the palm of his very hands. When he had first awakened as a revenant, it had taken many months for him to find out that he was better with shaping his barriers in his palms. Anything else lasted a few seconds at best. Many considered Erik’s grasp on his blood type O abilities subpar or useless. For the many months it had taken for him to understand his limit, it took him twice as long to even think of implementing his ability in combat. Timing was everything and his wild imagination only aided in his useful improvising. Erik was fine not being the strongest, fastest, or even the smartest. Erik simply leaned into simply being the most creative on the battlefield.


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