Kazemitsu

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The Lizard Fighter was calm as he kept circling the female boar. From his stance, and with his strength, he could literally go in any direction including up. He took note she was being cautious now because of the flames in his off-hand. Good, that'd make her steer a little awkwardly instead of just mindlessly charging him. She'd run out of energy before him if she kept stomping, squealing, and charging. A tired prey was easy prey.

But a tiny, more shrill, squeal rung out and got the mothers attention pretty much instantly. She abandoned the fight immediately and began to rub and lead the piglet back to the forest. Snorting the Fighter stood up fully as he sheathed his blade. An escaped meal, ah well. The male caught up to the pair and watched the group warily, backing up to the woods. Such strange behavior from a boar. Maybe they were magical? Doubtful but still possible.

The Druid came over to him, seeming to be winded from whatever she had been doing. "I've fought boars before. Not that size though, so no I didn't get hit. Wild straight line charges are easy to avoid." He stated before turning his attention to her fully. "Why were you so bent on us not killing them?" He questioned, he wasn't angry about the womans desire. But she should remember they had to pay for food, those boars could have fed the group for a good week if the meat was preserved properly.

Stretching his arms above his head he looked back at the palisade while Druid Girl called over Archer Girl. Just wanting to make sure she wasn't hurt obviously. The guard also spoke up, making the Fighter stiffen slightly. Snorting he tossed the torch into the fire before going back to the ditch. He hadn't ridden a boar so he was still pretty fresh. He silently went back to the job, tossing the corpses of animals and the rare goblin up out of the man-made mini-ravine.

It felt easier doing it this way instead of each party member grabbing one or two animals, going up the steep side, dropping it in the fire, and then going down to do it again. Have a strong one down in the ditch to launch the light and heavy corpses and the others up top could haul them to the fires.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter kept circling the overgrown sow as she shook her head. Seemingly not caring that he had purposefully flung dirt and sand at its eyes to blind it. Well physically she didn't react, but he could see some sort of insult in its eyes. Stupid boars, to big and smart for their own good some times. He readied himself as she squealed and reared up before the guards voice rang out to use something. A flick of his eyes and he saw the burning branch, which got that long tail to scoop it up before it dropped into his free hand.

Wild animals weren't keen with fire. It was the brightness and the heat that scared them, nevermind the pain of getting toasted. But it was day time, so no brightness. Holding the burning branch out he kept it between himself and the female boar. A twitch and he shifted it so the flames roared a bit and sent a wave of heat at the enlarged porkchop. Another voice range out as he leaped to the side, avoiding the boars charge at the last second, assuming the fire hadn't made it change direction. The druid had freed the piglet that had caused this whole damn mess.

Slowly he began to back away, keeping his blade up at the ready and the rather large torch between himself and the pigs. "A winged spear would be too circumstantial to keep around, but it would have been handy here. Maybe next time just silence the young?" He called out, some grumpiness lacing his tone while he kept those vigilant eyes on his opponent. Making sure she wouldn't charge again.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura cut his gaze over to Zieglar when he laughed and explained some things about defenses. "I've always figured a good defense makes a great offense. Learn to deal with pain, and how much you can handle, before going and taking the offense. Nevermind the fact watching a tired opponent try to defend is rather amusing." He stated before bracing himself. He watched Trent's stance. "It's how I've survived so far. Big defense, counter attacks, and then sheer brute force." He continued as he shifted the 'shield' to take the full force.

Sure he could have angled it to make it so his fist would slide away, but that would defeat the purpose of taking a blow he asked for. Trent proceeded to apologize if things hurt too much for the amorphous slime. "Never apologize for a requested strike, kid." Asura said before the punch hit. It was a good hit, solid, but a little lackluster. Exactly how he wanted it. Apparently he didn't weigh a whole hell of a lot so he went tumbling. Stopping he 'sat up' and let the shield return to the fake looking hand. "Good hit, maybe if we live through the dungeon I'll get better defenses." The slime stated before melting into his puddle form, no point wasting stamina.

Now onto the nitty gritty. Zieglar began to explain about the Undead Dungeon and why they were so dangerous. Fighting the same monster numerous times seemed like a pain in the ass, but the freshly dead probably had pisspoor wills due to confusion. Then again anger tended to flood things out so who knew. "First, how does one even combat a spirit without magic? Second, there's no healing herbs within the cave anymore and Ardur is our only healer...do you know of an herb gathering spot?" Asura explained and then asked, having no way to heal except the spellcaster wasn't in the best interest.

System, inventory check. He thought, it had been a long damn time since he checked his inventory. Aside from what the system said when he played with some bones and stones.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter blinked once when the male boar was stolen away by the Steppe Archer. It was going to be a slow game of cat and mouse, every time the boar would pass he'd have added another cut. But that was changed when the girl decided 'Imma ride the piggy!'. Sighing he watched the pair for a moment before the mother board let out a threatening squeal and charged at him. That garnered his attention quick, but he wasn't in a good position to slash since his original target had been the male. Couldn't have grabbed the female? He thought grumpily.

When the female neared he shoved himself to the side, avoiding her tusks but splashing dirt and sand into one of her eyes as he went. They were pretty damn large but they were still just boars and had predictable attack patterns. Just avoid the tusks and you were good, their kicking was pretty subpar if they ever even did kick. He kept his eyes on the female, waiting for her to turn or to focus on clearing her eye, before he'd move again. Although hearing Druid Girl yell in the ditch almost made him turn.

What the hell was that girl doing? And why was she so bent on the boars not dying? Whatever, he rolled his wrist making the joint crackle, before starting to slowly move, circling the female boar like the predator he was.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

Julius finally grew tired of the robots. They weren't showing anything new, just blindly charging at him now. Their thrusts were dodged easily, either by slight body movements or just 'falling' into the shadows. They had kept up with his base speed, but he was moving faster now. His body literally blurring and they looked like they were moving in slow motion. His shadow had been covering him this entire time, but now he was actually using it, amplifying his move speed, his strength, his reflexes were already supernatural when it came to melee combat.

Another thrust came and he flicked it to the side, bending the spear before grabbing the robots arm. A pulse of power and he tore it right off. The other Gardna were thrown back by a wall of shadow as he took on the 'captain' of their team. Tossing the limb aside he tilted his head slightly. "You have good information on some of us it feels. But my imagination is my limit. You can't win." He said to the puppeteer as his body blurred again. Dents appeared all over the front of the robot, its joints bent the wrong way as he moved. Dismantling it in a rather brutal fashion.

He reappeared behind the Gardna with his arms stretching above his head. He was one of the most physically capable of the Promised Children, being in the process of becoming a master of all things medieval weapon and sufficient in hand to hand. The Gardna barely registered as a threat in a melee confrontation, he had just been testing to see what they could do. They were like poorly programmed puppets. The wall separating him and the other three Gardna vanished without a trace as he just waited for them to come to him as they blindly would.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter paused briefly and glared back at the guard. "If we live through this I'm kicking your ass for being about as helpful as a pile of dung." He growled out before crouching down. A single hand bracing his upper body while his legs splayed and his toe-claws dug into the ground. His other arm, the one with the blade, was held out straight away from him to the side. "Archer, aim for the hind legs on a male. Males have a tough shoulder, chest, and neck from a strange bone-like substance." He said as he bared his teeth at the male boar.

His fangs didn't have anything on those tusks, but the tusks were its only true weapon. Avoid them and it'd go down like any other hog. Only bigger with tougher meat. Druid gave a few suggestions, mainly keep it busy, So he inhaled, his chest visibly expanding, before he released the breath in a long and loud roar. Unsurprisingly beast-like given what he was and the obvious sound of an apex predator to a boar. When his roar ended he bared his teeth once more, His strong fingers dug into the dirt a little, ready to scoop a handful up to splash in the boars eyes if it charged him. That long muscular tail behind him thumped powerfully on the ground as he waited to see what the male boar would do.

He knew he could lift it up with relative ease, but a struggling animal was always a pain to try and keep a hold of. Especially when they had tusks flailing around. Him without some good chainmail...

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter didn't relish wasting so much meat. But so many of these corpses were rotten and he doubted the guard, who wasn't looking at him, would like a growing pile of nearly rotten meat near him. Humans, such a wasteful race for the most part. Sliding down into the palisade ditch he reached down and grabbed a pair of entangled bucks and launched them out of the dry moat and onto flat land. One had probably died from fight wounds, the other from dehydration and starvation. It probably came to this location in hopes of getting a drink, but this soil was dry. It probably soaked water up like no ones business.

Instead of going up he began to just muck about. Tossing the corpses up and out of the ditch rapid fire. Squirrels, raccoons, opossum, rabbits, rodents, why was there a bird?!, and occasional deer. The other two could toss them on the pyre, that was the easy part really. It was getting a corpse up over the crest of the hill that was the difficult part. Well...if you didn't have his strength. His people had a little practice for when they became adult age and it had to do with heavy stones.

The mindless work made him hyper aware of his surroundings, his ears twitched when Druid called out for help followed by the sound of Archer telling her to do something with a piglet. This was supposed to be a mindless money making mission... He thought with a sigh before clambering out of the ditch to see two boars. A male and female. Looking over at the guard. "If it's available mind going to get some boar spears?!" He called over as he unsheathed that beast of a blade from the small of his back.

"Back to the edge of the ditch. If they charge wait until they get close then dive out of the way." Fighter said as he approached from the side. That gunmetal gray blade held out. The boars could smell the blood from the old weapon. It was permanently stained with the stench despite how it was cleaned. The scent in an animals mind would make him a rather huge threat. Nevermind being covered in blood and gore from dead and rotting creatures.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura pulled his 'hand' back before crossing his 'arms' across his chest. "Honestly I think the goblin raid was in response to getting attacked first. I heard a little yelling about striking early or something away from the goblin site...I guess when Rattleskull wasn't there so they felt they couldn't hold their spot?" He said, trying to think of everything that happened. It was hard to recall because he hadn't paid much attention mostly because he hadn't given a fuck.

At the mention of a core Asura lit up slightly. "Ardur you mentioned a core, did that dumbass actually interact with it? Or even find the damned thing? I didn't explore much of the cave." Asura questioned while 'looking' off towards Ardur. But he kept his real attention on Zieglar. "I do know he went a magical route versus my physical. Which is why I kicked his ass despite him somehow sending a couple more monsters after me. But the Dungeon started forming...pretty much right after Rattleskulls death. So maybe a core had been found and needed a 'strong death'?" The slime speculated before shrugging.

Zieglar revealed what was to the south, a savannah leading into a desert judging by the names. Oh boy, that heart sacrifice was going to be an ass biter here. But Zieglar decided to send his apprentice with the group. Making those fake red eyes blink, a truly human reaction of going 'huh?'. "That's some real trust in his capabilities...and in us I guess. But yeah I'd like to get rid of the Dungeon quickly, so I guess this is a lil group effort between worlds." Asura said, shrugging again. He was sure the knight had some way of monitoring the boy, or maybe the kid was a Hero and now they knew where a super sword is. Who knew, they'd simply have to trust the pair to not slaughter them.

Grinning in a rather strange fashion Asura turned towards Trent. "Got a request for ya, kid. Can you punch me? Not full strength, I know full well at this point that equipment boosts strengths." He said as his right hand took the shape of a Heater Shield. He concentrated on defending, even trying to compress his body which darkened the shield some. Maybe a punch from the kid would give his Harder a boost and grant him Defender?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura looked over the information given to him mentally. Yeah he kind of figured Zieglar would be very powerful, especially with that equipment. Probably high quality given his Templar status. While he was doing this Ardur's Gods, Divine Spirits, whatevers, were explained. An ancient one worshiped by few, a barbaric one worshiped by few, and one who possibly protects worshiped by a lot. Who would have thought the one who potentially protects would be the more worshiped one! Never mind the fact some people didn't worship women based deities. Whatever, he didn't worship a damn thing anyway.

When the knight began talking again Asura paid some more attention than normal. "So far the only consequence has been the disruption of a caves ecosystem. Which made a Death Dungeon." He said before molding himself back up into the crash dummy form. Trying to get more definition instead of leaving it so blank. "But proper food would probably fit Ardur here better than what we've been eating. But...I would like to clear that dungeon sooner rather than later. I have all my energy, but no mana." He said while giving Zieglar a handshake. The hand was actually made larger, some mass taken from elsewhere. It was close to his own hand size but still roughly the same size as the Knightly humans.

Withdrawing he splashed down into his puddle body and contacted Mother Slime. We'll be following the humans for now...but be wary. I don't trust either of them. He thought while waiting to get moving depending on the other mans decision. Either the friends house, or to the dungeon and fuck shit up.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter followed the pair idly while he looked at the town. He hadn't really paid attention to what the place was like when he first entered, just immediately went to the Guild to get signed up. He'd have plenty of time to look at the town while on Patrol that evening. Soon they left the town and arrived at the palisade wall. He was honestly wondering why they hadn't upgraded the main wall to stone. It would hold up better against anything that'd actively attack a town than mere wooden posts hammered into the ground.

The guard explained what they were to do in an un-enthused voice, which was to be expected for one in his position. "Is this the only pyre?" He questioned as he stripped down to his pants. His arms and torso bare, the armor folded and tucked into his rather empty looking beltpouch.

The druid immediately got to work, hauling a dead fox, in still decent condition, to the fire. The reptilian man went into the dirt as well, checking about before pulling a long dead deer from one of the upper spikes. It had tried bounding over but undershot. His powerful limbs made the corpse tear off the spike, pretty much pulling it in half, before hauling the gooey pieces to the flames where they were deposited with a sizzle.

He was already covered in some congealed nasty blood, that would explain why he was just in his pants and those strange leather boots. It looked like he'd be handling the larger corpses while the girls could handle something in their weight class.