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4 yrs ago
Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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5 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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5 yrs ago
Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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5 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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5 yrs ago
Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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Ducking underneath the incoming spear, the Archer turned around to see where both the projectile and the familiar voice originated. "Ajax?! Odysseus shouted out in surprise as the fellow Achaean completely blocked Xerxes' next blow. "What do you think you're doing?!" he demanded next, seeming not too happy with the Shielder. He had intended to redirect the Persian's attack to the support beam behind him, just as he had done the last one. With Ajax's heroic rescue though, he'd need to try again, meaning he'd need to get in front of that giant axe and risk his life again... Unless...

His initial shock and anger subsiding, the Greek hero remembered their battles together back during the war. And the guilt he felt after they lost him. "I'm sorry, friend. It's good to see you again, though I would have preferred it to be under better circumstances. Perhaps later we can try and get a drink together. For now though, I need your strength. How hard can you swing that shield of yours again?" As Odysseus asked, he took one of the axes in his hand and swung it into the side of the column, embedding the weapon into the column. It was his attempt at a signal, without giving away to Xerxes what his plan was, to drop the Persian king right on top of his army below where their pikes and spears were still pointed up into the air.
Heyo @The Irish Tree. Mind if I take the last remaining fire slot in order to burn the infidels I mean do whatever helpful deeds pyromancers are opt to do?
With Xerxes relentless assault against him, Odysseus found himself quickly being pushed back by the Persian king. His intention in equipping himself with two axes was to use one for offense and other for defense, but with the difference in both strength and agility, it became obvious to him that both would be required in order to avoid being cleaved in half.

I told you.

Shut up. I know what I'm doing.

Do you? Because it looks to me like we're being pushed back.

Odysseus was silent, causing Hal's faith in his servant to continue diminishing. The lack of an answer though was not because he had none, but because the Greek hero needed his full concentration on the fight before him. Ducking downward, he kept his axes above his head, causing Xerxes' own weapon to glance off and strike the column to his left. The sound of screeching metal echoed throughout the gymnasium as the blade cleaved through like a hot knife through butter. In an attempt to give himself room to maneuver, Odysseus aimed a kick toward Xerxes knee before retreating to the opposite side of the beam they were both standing on. His back now against the other, still intact, column, the Ithacan prepared for another difficult defense.
"Hmmph. Sit down, boy. I fought side-by-side with some of the original Spartan warriors. Those brutes aren't anything impressive," Hal replied in a voice that was very distinctly not his own. This was Odysseus talking, not the overly protective teacher. Swinging the bow securely onto his back, the Archer pulled two of his twelve axes from his belt, going into an offensive stance. "I've slaughtered armies of Trojans and Thracians. Outsmarted cyclopes and sirens. Escaped witches and sea monsters. Ten years of my life were wasted at war and another ten just to return home. I persevered though, overcoming every obstacle the gods put between me and my family. So tell me Persian, what hope does a mere king stand against me?"

A little overconfident there aren't you?

I refuse to let this brat return to the Throne of Heroes without first teaching him who it was that brought him down.

That's great and all, but he's definitely not a push over. Are you sure you can take him?

Hal, or more accurately Odysseus, merely smirked before lunging toward Xerxes. "My name is Odysseus and I shall be the one who takes your head!" the man shouted before swinging both axes at the king's ribcage.

Cafeteria




@Lazo@Awesomoman64

Robert looked at the text with confusion. Scratching his head, he gave his reply a couple seconds of thought before replying with the following messages.

"Uh..."

Truly, the boy had a breathtaking skill with the written word.

"Like what kind of betterment? Because I'm sure I could go find Trad, Gren, or Shiro and they could help me get better at those fighting games. I still suck at trying to do quarter circles."

"It'd be nice to knock this out early in the week so I don't need to think about it," he said aloud, where anyone nearby could hear him and judge the redhead for talking to himself.

Just as he was about to hit the 'send' key though, another message was delivered to his scroll. Again it was from Sand, but now in the team group chat rather than a direct text. Robert tabbed back to the message he had already typed and confirmed it's conclusion, then wrote out another reply for his team leader.

"I'd love too. Where should we go though?"

Pocketing the scroll, the boy decided to enter the cafeteria line only to grab something small to eat, that way he would ruin his appetite for later. Though as he waited in the back of the line, a hand in his pocket so he can feel his mobile device vibrate whenever he got a reply from either Sand or Trad, the bespectacled boy wondered. "Where is everyone? Feels like everyone here are strangers. Is my circle of friends and acquaintances really that small?" Perhaps it was best to look elsewhere to find some company to spend his free time with.
Hal.

I know.

Hal!

I know!

HAL!

I KNOW!

Not knowing for sure if the young Maggie would help save her fellow student, Hal had changed his objective of searching for survivors to actively rescuing them. Charging straight toward Rebecca, the instructor ducked underneath the incoming elephant foot, scooping the girl up and crashing back to the floor. Even if it wasn't the most graceful of rescues, his goal was accomplished, even if it appeared that he only saved the girl from having her clothes stained red.

Odysseus... It's time.

Finally.

With Hal's very limited experience in actual combat, he had little choice but to relinquish control to his servant. This was the power of Independent Action. The limited nature of class cards compared to a full servant made the syncing between the two somewhat strenuous, but it was still the best tactical option.

Now in command of Hal's limbs, Odysseus immediately retreated backwards. Afterall, he was of the archer class. He was meant for ranged attacks from areas that were unreachable or unknown to his foes. So the man used his still superhuman strength to jump all the way to the rafters above the gym, where the beams could possibly block Xerxes line of sight if his Espionage skill didn't do it. His next act would be firing two arrows, one at Xerxes and the other towards his mount. He needed to test their strength, so avoided using his noble phantasm for now.
The girls' team is going to attempt to spike it over the net from the right side.

I know.

Why not tell the boys' team than?

I coach both teams. Their chosen team leaders should be the ones noticing their weaknesses and strengths. If I do the work for them now, they'll never learn to think on their own when we go against other schools.

Ah. So you're using this match as a learning experience.

The greatest teacher, failure is.

What philosopher said that?

Yoda.

Just as Mr. Sutherland and Odysseus finished their discussion on the philosophy of a wrinkly green alien, the Earth began to shake and a loud roar came from the wall behind him just before it collapsed. There had never been a sight that both equally confused and terrified Hal like seeing a Persian king ride an elephant into a school gymnasium. It wasn't his own life that he was afraid of losing though.

Jumping into action, the PE teacher's first priority was evacuating the area. "Everyone leave the gym now!" he ordered while charging toward Xerxes. It wasn't to commence battle though, but instead to check the rubble for any students that may have been hurt. Activating his servant card and transforming into the Greek hero, Hal began to lift up parts of the wall that may have been hiding a survivor, not giving a single care if anyone saw him.

We should check for survivors later. The fight has begun and it would be better to help keep it contained here than to risk it spreading throughout the rest of campus.

By then a student already hurt may already be lost. I'm saving who I can now and then I'll punch that smug look off that bastard's face. I'm not losing any of my students.


Nora's eyes widened in shock and pity as Amelia told her story. She could never imagine her father doing anything as cruel as that to her, even if the man somehow discovered that she had now become a devil. How anyone could ever override their maternal or paternal instinct and commit such a grievous act was beyond her. "I... I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine what something like that would be like. It sounds excruciating."

As the newbie Rook tried to think of something more to say in the hopes of showing her deep sympathy for her fellow devil, Ixveria's messenger bat would suddenly fly through the window to the club. Having been told to defend their home at all costs and seeing something suddenly enter unannounced, Nora's immediate response was to jump up in fright and attempt to use her sacred gear. A trail of crystalline stalactites would rush toward the "invader," though it would be flying much to high for any to actually hit their target.


You can never have too much Fate.
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