Chicken salad and a dose of interrupting the eating of said chicken salad.
Cloudy with a chance of TARDIS levels of randomness, I see.The bowl still in his hands, the metal mage raised a hand and deconstructed the throne he made for himself, letting the metal vanish back into his very body and armor. Putting down the bowl casually, he marched over and lifted a leg over the hole made by the farmer, summoning his dauntingly large morning star as he did so.
Bandits were running amok, some douche popped up, the guy next to him suddenly became the protagonist of Punch-Out, and the fox girl brutalized some of said bandits.
The discord and chaos filled him with determination.
Twirling his weapon once as he lifted it over his shoulder, Hephaestus relied on the flood of knowledge that rushed into his head when he initially arrived in the strange world, deciding to take advantage of the combat skills he learned. What he lacked in actual experience, the set knowledge of combat fundamentals were infused with his mind. The feeling was both uncanny and unnatural, yet felt like a necessary entity for him.
The cold heart of a wraith took over his human mind as icy adrenaline tore into his nerves. After a bit of hesitation, he steeled his heart and leapt over to a group of bandits, mace glinting with white crackling energy as it signified the reinforcing of the strength of his metallic weapon. Upon impact, he drove all of his strength into the jumping attack onto a single bandit who ran between his comrades.
The strength of his mace smashed the bandit mercilessly apart, the shockwave of his devastating blow propelling the bandits across the fields; the most unfortunate one tumbled towards a particular fox girl (
@KabenSaal), barely managing to get up in a weathered condition, while the other bandit simply died upon crashing against a fence mid-flight. One bandit who remained from the four-man group charged forward and swung his blade against Hephaestus.
The blade pathetically clanged against his heavy steel armor.
"...That's unfair," the bandit mumbled.
"Indeed it is."Lashing out at the bandit, Hephaestus grabbed the bandit by the neck, swinging the foe behind himself before tossing the man up in the air. Raising a hand, he created a thin shard of metal above the bandit before bringing it down on the enemy. The iron shard impaled the bandit and slammed itself into the fields, leaving behind a fleshy scarecrow somehow more lifeless than the actual scarecrow in the farmhouse.
In two attacks, he technically outright deleted two of the bandits, one of them sent towards someone else who would definitely finish the bandit off in a way less pleasing to the human eye. Not that impaling people with metal shards was any less violent, but he preferred to die against brute force rather than facing a slow and painful death.
Hephaestus looked up and found the boy (
@Scarifar) charging towards Castle recklessly. While commendable in effort, a quick and simple plan would have been better than cheesing the bandit leader out. At least he did not get struck down quickly, considering that the boy himself seemed to have enough strength to break through a line of defense to get to the bandits.
Speaking of said bandits, there were still some left.
How appropriately convenient, he thought as his eyes gleamed red, a searing hot glow of hazy light flowing out of his eyes as he marched forward with his iron morning star.
