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Barracker’s attention was drawn to his leader James. The rhythm of his quick beating heart slowly levelled out to see a friendly face. “Captain,” the Paladin said with a smile.

"Good job holding up Kass, here, its time to go back into the fight"

James’ healing skills were quite the amazing feat, Barracker felt restored, with enough energy to act. Suddenly there was a massive explosion and the smoke cleared, showing Zigmund holding Adam up by his neck. “Adam, no”

The heavy rain made it hard to see the battle clearly but he felt an overwhelming presence, an aura coming from Zigmund. The water ninja had shown his full power, becoming one with his domain, entirely made from droplets of water. The rain was heavy going, crashing down onto the battlefield. Barracker stood up, his eyes drawn to the new fighter that had entered the fray. “Captain, this is his full power of Zigmund, I can sense it through the water. His affinity is the same as mine. Our friend will need our help to fight and defeat him.” He looked around the battlefield for his tower shield and spotted it many yards away from himself. “Captain, I will try and lure the battle away from Adam. If you have any ideas, I put my trust in your capable hands. “ He began to run but stopped to quickly say what was on his mind to James. “You remind me of Areleth and the stories my mother Anne used to say about him in his younger days.” Barracker listened to James’ response before realising he would need to enter the battlefield sooner than later. The stranger was about to challenge Zigmund to an outright duel. “Stay swift commander.” Barracker gave a nod to his leader, before high tailing it off to collect his shield.

"I ain't give a damn who you are, I only care about one thing..." The man Barracker did not know, tore off his own shirt and threw it away. There was a glowing light surrounding the man's body. "And if there's any justice in this world or anything that is holy I swear to all that is holy I will see you as bait for the vultures."

The man with no name’s words were inspiring and as he continued to talk, Barracker knew that, who ever he was, stood opposing the powerful enemy with righteousness, he had a big heart and a strong will. This was something a Paladin could respect.

After receiving his shield, he flew into the action. No matter what was happening, Barracker was ready to throw up his last shield spell, to save the unknown ally from anything that looked like a fatal attack. He muttered the magic word for his stoneskin, rushing at Zigmund in a zig-zag motion, trying to push Zigmund into an attack, so he could preemptively dodge out the way, before gaining the distance to strike at Zigmunds shoulder.


Barracker came crashing down, flying ten feet, his body whistling through the air. If it weren’t for his increased attributes of endurance and constitution, he might have been a goner. His armour was torn and his visor cracked nearly in half. His body felt mangled and neck felt to a near broken state. With the icicles still in his body, running from his legs to one giant icicle lodged in his neck. It took all his strength plus his willpower to stand up on his feet. Legs shaking while resting onto his sword hilt to aid him up. Barracker could only see out of one eye, the other totally shut, preventing him from seeing through. The gash one of the icicles made was now pouring away with blood, located just above his eye. His head rang with concussion, drowning out every other sound in the battle. His vision swam side to side as if he was drunk.

His body did not react, it would only demand rest, he felt useless. The Paladin was just stood there looking at nothing in particular, trying to focus on the battlefield, but it caused more pain just to focus. On second thoughts, I must quickly rest. I will be no use to anyone like this. Rest will regain some of my strength back. Barracker took his time edging slowly towards the walls of the Temple. Once there he turned and faced the battlefield, his back against the wall and let his feet drop, his ass came crashing down hitting the floor. His eyelids were heavy, the battle taking place in a reel of pictures. Wait, who is this? An ethereal horse?! Barracker tried to see the rider's face but couldn’t see much. Then suddenly. A new fighter has entered the fray, a hell of a punch was thrown and connected clean with quite a bit of magical force behind it.

Barracker felt like he only shut his eyes for a moment but then, “A bear? On the battlefield?” Even half conscious, the monster hunter knew there were no bears native to this region. It must be Adam. Incredible, how has he learned specialized powers to sub-classes of the Druid field, already?

That was it, suddenly he fell to sleep, his tower shield lost somewhere out there on the battlefield. His eyes closed and his mind wandering, flashes of his loved ones popped in and out. But then came one of his recurring dreams. This was not a lovely dream, it was uneasy, even terrifying. A visual clip played out...

-----Barracker in chains and that voice, that slimy slither of a voice. “So you dream about me, often aye, ah well that pleases me greatly.” The voice carried on, Barracker could not see him, until he made his presence known and came close enough... Viktor Battousai came eye to eye with the Paladin. Still in chains, this forced his heart to beat faster than ever, he needed his revenge. The look in his eyes grew cold and with anger he shouted in the vast blackness towards the other vampire----

“Y-you,” Barracker muttered in his sleep.

----"I will have my revenge before I die, this I vow, you monster!" Then a smile came across the Viktor's lips, and he whisked a seat out of thin air and took a seat.

“Look around you,” the Paladin was faced with the faces of his loved ones stuck in chains also. Evelyne, Krillen, Areleth, Anne, Katrina, even his long dead mentor, Odis was there too, all of them now within reach of a world of hurt. Viktor grabbed the hair of Barracker's most precious, Evelyne.

“Viktor! Don’t!”

“You don’t get it,” Viktor stopped for a moment and pointed. “You can’t kill me, you’re just a toy nothing more. An insult. A weak little worm with a slither of my power." His face came all the way close to Barracker’s again. “And nothing more. You will never defeat me, not before I decide to take another one of your so beloved loved ones.” He stood there turning his head from Barracker, back to the chained ones. “Eeny, meeny, miny moe.” Viktor paused a moment with a finger to his lips. “I choose you all to go”.

“VIKTOR!!!”----


His heart began to beat even faster, his fingers flickering. Movement began to circulate back to his body, a fist curled up.

The words of his late mentor Odis Visigni came into his mind. If I’m not dead I can still be an effective soldier.

His eyes flashed open.
It was nice to see the puns still going. But I can't think of anymore I have got a brainfreeze guys.
@xenonI sea we are in the flow now.
@Zapdos
I'm drowning in ideas right now, i wish i had a second chance
MVP is definitely up to now out of Fenna and Adam. They have landed the most damage up to now



Although Barracker had a well distinguished boot camp and early career as a soldier, his Paladin training was not amongst the very best. He was always excellent at following orders, combat training and keeping his armour and dorm clean. He lacked in a crucial area, and that was the strength in his source domain affinity. He lacked the ability to control his domain of magic, so much so that a couple of academic teachers spent a lot of sessions hammering into his head at least something he could manage at his low level. A couple of spells that would be useful for monster hunting, which were stoneskin and lesser barrier. Ironically earth domain and light domain were neither his domain affinity. His actual domain had never crept to the surface or really served much purpose. Until now.

When the steam bomb was launched, and Barracker lost sight of the enemy’s position. Somehow he realized he could still sense him, even as Zigmund moved towards Zell. His eyes followed, even though blinded by the steam cloud. It was so out of the ordinary that he was paralyzed for a second, wondering how this was possible. Luckily James was not so paralyzed and was able to save Zell with a bold move to say the least. His leader was a solid strategist but man, would he take insane risks when he had to. Zell would get to savor another breath, thanks to James’ quick and decisive action.

The steam cloud suddenly disappeared, his sight came instantly back. With a double blink, his eyes reset, adjusting back to normal. His gaze was set on Zigmund.

A water javelin was thrown his way. Barracker sprinted ahead, raised his shield arm, swinging to parry the javelin off target and past him. It flew off into the distance, evaporating into droplets. The Vampire joined his friend, Fenna. Back into the action he went, the Paladin’s vampiric speed so fast that he skidded low in the dirt, slowing as he slid just behind Fenna’s back, ducking the butt of her spear as she and Zigmund circled in their duel. Once clear of her and with Zigmund circling into him, the vampire changed direction, keeping his momentum and aiming to swoop into a sword swing with his claymore. The sword swung to meet Zigmunds legs, at the same time Fenna aimed for his abdomen.
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That reminds me, I never really watched DB but it's a shame Akira Toriyama died.


He's a legend of anime RIP
Hope ya'll enjoy a lil insight into the head of the man that's bringing hell to a place near you. Also some lil thoughts about most of the current cast.


That was absolutely epic post. Its Good to hear the thoughts about the other characters. It was very thought provoking and very visual with the speed of the horse and wind.


As Barracker woke to the sounds of screams, he was up immediately. He felt mostly healed and fresh from a goodnight sleep, helped by his encounter with MacKensie. "THE NINJA! THE NINJA IS HERE!!!"

MacKensie. His vampire hearing heard her words clearly, then he remembered from Zell’s tale of what Second Chance members have been through. This ninja seems powerful and would be a dangerous threat. The Paladin rushed up, threw on his leather jerkin, boots and grabbed his tower shield and claymore. He ran up the set of stairs, connecting the basement to the ground level of the temple. As he was running, he shoulder charged through two doors in a row, placed his visor on and was unwilling to contend with the maze of rooms to get to the entrance. Barracker used the table as a launch pad to hurl himself through the highly placed stained glass window. In a shower of shattering colored glass, he landed in the courtyard and saw MacKensie facing off with the mysterious enemy.

The Paladin could hear such pain in MacKensie’s voice as he came to her side. "Lillianna."

"I had a lot of fun with her. A shame that her fragile wizard body could not last longer." The mysterious opponent bragged.

Now the vampire understood. He had not known Lillianna long but it struck a nerve that would urge him to fight harder than ever. “Today there will be justice for the dead.”

As this new threat kept talking, he listened closely, ready to react to any attack thrown his way, but also noticed in the corner of his eye, the demeanour of his friend. “Be brave, MacKensie,” he whispered to his comrade, although he could see by the display of power he realized that this would be mightily tough.

"This is where you all die."

“MacKensie, wait,” Barracker rushes after her as she charges, but the Ranger was so fast now he failed to keep up with her. Then the colossal weapon materializes, and evasive action was required. Barracker leaped out of the immediate danger zone, quickly muttering the word for his transmutation spell, ‘StoneSkin.’ With the combination of StoneSkin and clever use of his tower shield, he evaded taking any damage from the blast radius.

He spent a millisecond’s thought lamenting the damage to his god's temple, but the better part of his mind was focused on Adam's arrival and the incredible synchronicity of Adam and MacKensie’s attack. He spared no time to join in, swift and true and currently made of stone, he charged in.

His first act was to intercept the incoming stab attempt on MacKensie, letting his stone skin instantly put a stop to the lethal steel. Then when Zigmund went after Adam, Barracker followed with fury, “Today there will be justice for the dead members of Second Chance,” and entered into a homing whirlwind of shield bashes and sweeps, greatsword swings and stabs, ending his furious combination with a flip into an aerial downwards haymaker slash.
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