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Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Commander of Demons

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”COMMANDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The sight of the gigantic woman scaling the wall had stunned Rhein for just long enough to get her gigantic mitt around his neck (and, by extension, his entire head). The assembly was thrown into disarray, with the remaining men who didn’t make up the ladder looking at each other with utter confusion now that the head of their army had been captured by the “enemy”. Seeing the body of the commander being waved around like a doll, Laurence, who had slowly begun to calm down, once again burst into tears. Things immediately got worse when the Eldrin woman he’d spotted earlier leapt over the wall brandishing a weapon. ”How the hell did she bring a sword in here?!” the members of the Gesellschaft took defensive positions as the tall Eldrin woman shouted about queens and other such nonsense related to the nobility. Was this woman crazy? Why would anyone care about any of that when she had a goddamn sword?

The hand clamped around his neck was sweaty and rough, making for an even more uncomfortable experience as the half-ogre squeezed the life out of him. As Helga swung his body around to display to the other women on her side of the hot spring, Rhein couldn’t help but think that maybe she was being a bit too rough. At this rate, the woman was going to rip his head off. Though, more importantly than that, he was starting to lose consciousness. Although muffled, he could still hear the commotion on the other side of the wall. Everything had gone to shit so quickly that it was hard for anyone to properly mount a response. They had been utterly defeated by the she-beast known as Helga, and it would be a loss that would haunt the Delion Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft for quite some time. Just as Rhein was about to pass out, he heard Estelle plead with Helga to release him from her grip. As usual, the catgirl was a life-saver in situations like this. However, within about a second of hearing that, Rhein had passed out.

As Siloratan shouted, a figure ran up and laid itself prostrate before her. To everyone’s surprise, the figured bowing so low his head touched the ground was Laurence, who had dared to enter the armed Eldrin woman’s reach. ”We’re sorry! We had no idea that we were in the presence of a noble, but please spare us!” the bunnyboy pleaded. The other men in the assembly were loathe to admit it but, despite the fact that he was clearly admitting defeat, the boy had more guts than them to approach Siloratan, who had only moments earlier threatened to lop all of their heads off. The commander was right. The boy had potential. But right now, the blonde beastboy was a ball of emotions and excessive waterworks. Following suit, the other Hot Spring Demons also bowed, ”WE’RE SORRY!”
In this situation, they were going to have to swallow their pride and surrender. The commander had been captured and they were being faced down by a noblewoman with a sword. If that meant they would have to beg, then they’d put their backs into it! The future of the Gesellschaft counted on it!

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Commander of Demons

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the rocky wall was an assembly of mostly naked men inspecting the wall for any cracks in its “defense”. This had gone on for a few minutes before a Horvin man strolled up to Rhein and gave him a salute. ”They’ve got it packed tight, Commander. Not a peephole to be found. Whadda-we do now?” the Horvin reported, prompting a sigh from his “Commander”. With the option of finding an easy peephole out of the way, it was going to be a hard sell to get everyone a good look before the ladies on the other side left. And that was even taking into consideration the fact that there very well might not have been any girls on the other side at the moment. As Rhein had noted shortly after waking from his slumber, it was already night time, and the moon shed its light down on the hot springs.
”Round up the men. I’ve got a plan, but it’s gonna take some work. And some patience for everybody. But don’t worry. Commander Rhein’s gonna make sure everyone gets an eyeful.” Rhein stated, giving the Horvin a thumbs up before the diminutive man scampered off to go inform the others that they were going to have some new directives.

Once everyone had gathered up, Rhein observed their number, taking stock of the heights of each occupant especially. ”Alright. We’ve had a minor setback so far in underestimating the enemy defense, but we’ve got another way. It’s a special technique performed by many before us in the pursuit of their goals…,” he pointed to the top of the rock wall, “We’re going to form a ladder. It’s a risky move, but if we can pull it off, everyone should be able to get a peep in. We’re gonna need a scout, though. Someone to test the quality of our human ladder, as well as to determine whether we’ll be wasting our time or not.” Rhein explained, causing a wave of whispers to make its way through the assembly, only for one person to speak up.

”I’ll be the scout, Sir!” raising a hand to get Rhein’s attention was a bunnyboy. He stood out amongst most of the crowd as he was the only youngster in the hot spring. And, frankly, he almost looked a bit too innocent.
”What’s your name, pal?” Rhein stared intently at the too-pretty beastboy, gray eye narrowed as he observed his posture.
”L-Laurence, Sir!”
Rhein clasped the boy on the shoulder, having crossed the distance while Laurence was busy being dumbstruck. ”Well, Laurence, we’re counting on you. Form up, men! The boy’s gonna take point!” At Rhein’s order, the men of the Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft began to form the human ladder, wobbling every so often when the stack started to get particularly high. The sight of so many people working towards a goal was always awe-inspiring, and even Rhein clapped for his “subordinates” as he sat on the rocks watching the men form the ladder. Once they had finally gotten to an appropriate height and seemed to have stabilized, young Laurence made his way up. He was a scrawny kid, and the heat of the spring, combined with the physical activity had caused the men of the hot spring to work up a sweat. But Laurence would not be deterred, for the rest of the Gesellschaft had placed their hopes in him. If he let them down now, he wouldn’t ever be able to face them again! While it was a slippery climb, the bunnyboy managed to make his way to the top of the ladder. To the view of the Promised Land.

Ears twitching with excitement, the rosey-cheeked bunnyboy observed the expanse of the female hot spring. As the scout, he’d have to make sure that he had a lot to report back to the boss. ”Fuwa---!” Laurence had to stifle his scream with his hands, having become thoroughly frightened by the sight before him. While there was indeed a pair of beauties in the spring, they were practically overshadowed entirely by the hulking monstrosity that occupied the hot spring with them. Already he felt that he was letting the commander and the rest of the Gesellschaft down by virtue of the fact that he may very well have alerted the girls to their plans. At this point, the combination of being startled mixed with his feelings of sorrow, prompting the young beastboy to shed tears uncontrollably. Laurence forced himself to descend the man-ladder through his sobbing before running to Rhein once his feet touched the ground.
”S-s-s-sir…. Scout L-Laurence repooorting *sniff* th-th-at we have targets in the spring. B-but… There’s a monster, sir.” Laurence reported, words interrupted by the sniffles and hiccups of the youth’s crying. Suddenly, the boy would feel a pat on his head before looking back up to the Commander, his eyes having been glue to the floor in embarrassment.

”You did great, Laurence. We might have subjected you to too much, too early but you handled it as best you could. Keep it up and you could be the commander of this unit someday.” Rhein remarked, ruffling the boy’s hair before making his way to the ladder himself. He could swear he heard some loud noises earlier while the men were chanting, but did that really mean there was a monster? Probably not. Maybe just some especially ugly woman, more likely. As Laurence collapsed to his knees from exhaustion, Rhein made his way up the man ladder, making his way to the top in no time. ”Holy shit. What the hell is up with that?” Rhein muttered, observing the humongous woman that was in the bath with what appeared to be Estelle (a welcome, but ultimately too-familiar face) and an Eldrin woman, whom Rhein had a sneaking suspicion he may have met before….
Regardless, Rhein now understood why Laurence was crying. In fact, Rhein almost wanted to cry himself at the sight of this gigantic woman ruining what would otherwise be an aesthetically pleasant scene of two girls just enjoying the hot springs together. Though, perhaps he was already beginning to linger atop the man-ladder for too long...

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@Raijinslayer Hm. Jury's out on whether we'll hear anything further from @Hexaflexagon, but it might be safe to just post. They've probably got some IRL stuff tying them up, but this RP moves at a pretty slow pace as-is.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Commander of Demons

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Much to Rhein’s surprise, Saffron volunteered himself to take on the task of bringing Estelle back to the Prowler. Did the Dragnan feel bad for not pulling his weight or something? Saffron’s pointed gaze at the cut on Rhein’s cheek gave him the heebie-jeebies for a moment, almost as if he had read the horned man’s mind. Thankfully, Saffron didn’t up the creep factor by actually asking Rhein for some blood. The idea of his own blood being a part of the Blood Mage’s collection was off-putting, to say the least. The eyepatched fighter watched Saffron carry Estelle back to the Shabu Shabu Party Prowler for a moment before returning to the huddle around the Giga Slime core. Apparently, they had already begun to work on dividing the core while he was conversing with his comrades. After a few minutes worth of haggling and overall just being kind of a stickler on the dimensions of the spherical core’s halves, the Shabu Shabu Party managed to come away with the (roughly) half-sphere of the Giga Slime’s core. Of course, due to Rhein having dealt with the negotiations in place of Estelle, he had Grimhildr carry the large object back to the Prowler for transport back to town.

Upon turning the core in to Delion’s Hunting Office, the Shabu Shabu Party were rewarded with what was actually a pretty generous sum of money. It was a Giga Slime, after all. Covered in slime, and overall incredibly dirty from being pounded into a crater by Slime tentacles, Rhein decided to take a bath shortly after the Party made their way back into town. Heading to the bathhouse, Rhein had a very pleasant time as he washed the goo off of his body and out of his silver-white hair. Curiously, he neglected to take off his eyepatch the whole time. Finishing his shower, Rhein decided that it wouldn’t hurt to treat himself with a nice dip in the hot springs. The eyepatched man cursed to himself as he noticed that the springs weren’t co-ed, but ultimately figured that the real reward was in having to actually work to peep. Submerging himself in the hot pool of water, Rhein heaved a sigh of content as he leaned back against the rocks. Nobody else was in the pool besides himself, so he was left with some actual peace and quiet unlike earlier in the day. The eyepatched yawned and stretched out, his muscles relaxing as he sat in the spring. It was not often that the other members of the Shabu Shabu Party would find Rhein in a state of undress, so one might be surprised to see that their leader had a few scars marking his body, the most notable of which extended from his right shoulder and stopped just at his left hip. A peculiar wound, to be sure.

Rhein’s guard was down and, frankly, he had gotten rather comfortable just soaking in the spring. Before long, the man’s eye closed and he once again drifted off to sleep.

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”Uwaah~! Look at his face! He’s really enjoying it, isn’t he? Your cakes are top-notch as always, eh Reina?” remarked a pink-haired catgirl, elbows propped up on the table as glanced over at the blonde-haired Eldrin woman beside her, whose face lit up as she watched the young boy eat the chocolate cake she had baked him. Both the Beastgirl and the Eldrin were clad in maid uniforms, though the key difference between the two were the fact that the catgirl happened to be wearing a sleeveless uniform while the Eldrin known as Reina was a bit more conservative in her attire. Finishing the cake, the tiny silver-white haired boy leapt down from the chair and made a mad dash towards the Eldrin, catching the much taller woman in a leaping hug around her waist.
”Y-Young Master, you must be more careful!” the Eldrin scolded, although she didn’t seem terribly upset by the caramel-skinned boy wrapping his tiny arms around her.
”I just wanted to thank you for the cake, Reina, fufufu~.” the boy chimed, gray eyes sparkling as they stared up at the maid. At the sight, she began to blush, which earned a sly look from the catgirl.

”Oi, oi, Reina, you dirty shotacon. Quit hoggin’ the young master, will ya? Young master, won’t ya give Nezha a hug too?” the catgirl purred, prompting the young boy to hop into her open arms, though the catgirl was very obviously aiming to have the boy rest his head on her ample cleavage. Reina seemed to be a bit offended by the ‘shotacon’ label, glaring at Nezha.
”Speak for yourself! You couldn’t be a more obvious shotacon if you tried!”
Frankly, it was quite strange to see a refined-looking Eldrin woman like Reina throwing the term “shotacon” around, but that only made it obvious that she was quite flustered. As the two stared holes into each other’s heads, the young boy was none the wiser, only perking up once again when more maids began to enter the room and tried to get the attention of the apparently very adorable young lad. The “Young Master” enjoyed his time hanging out with the maids until he turned his attention to the cracked door, spying a figure looking into the room from around the door frame, gray eyes locking with his own before they slipped out of sight.
”Young Master Rhei--”

Rhein’s eyes snapped open and he looked around, noticing that he was still sitting down in the spring. ”Aww, geez. I’m gonna prune, aren’t I?” he muttered, standing up from the hot pool and stretching his limbs as a few other men began to file into the area. Damn. If he hadn’t been asleep for so long, he might have actually had a chance to try and get a peek at the ladies hotsprings. Almost as if they had read his mind, a man clasped him on the shoulder as he started to walk off. “Oi, brother. You give off the air of one who is a true brother in the spirit of manhood. Whaddaya say you join me in the boys in spyin’ on the laydeefolk, eh?” the man inquired, winking at Rhein. Man, he really made it sound hella weird. And how the hell did he give off the vibe of a pervert? The nerve!... Well, he wasn’t wrong.

”Hmph. Just don’t hold me back. I happen to be far above the level of you amateurs.” Rhein remarked, delivering a line that was remarkably out of place for the situation. The other men in the bathhouse almost seemed to gather around Rhein, apparently having been won over by just that line. Weirdoes.
“You guys heard the commander! We’re gonna pull off the greatest peeping mission in history!”
When had Rhein been elected commander? And what was this about a “greatest peeping mission in history”? Even Rhein was swept up in the current of hype surrounding the gathering of men in the bathhouse, standing triumphantly as the men admired how “cool” he was.
”Alright, boys. You’re about to walk the path of a demon, so don’t blame me when you can’t turn back.” Rhein stated, only to be met with the chants of the men around the hotspring.
Thus, the Delion Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft had been formed.

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Blegh. It's a little weak, but it's something, I guess.

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ: Uɴɪᴛʏ Oʀ Fʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ

Osuushi, Senhime

Million Threads

The descent of the Statue Occupation Team had gone smoothly, the three members making their way to the statue proper without much of an issue. It was when they finally got to the statue that they began to encounter difficulty, as Confederation forces were already beginning to close in. At the same time, Tsukiko’s squad also leapt into action, intercepting the confederation shinobi that were attempting to deal with Akumako and her squad. The Jiyutai commander allowed the silk strings to disperse, only to turn around and see that several shinobi were already arriving on the rooftop, their present number sitting at about ten. ”Ara ara~. So many of you to take care of lil’ old me?” Senhime chimed, smiling softly at the Confederation shinobi that had begun to fan out and surround her. ”This is your chance to drop your weapon and come with us. If not, then we’ll have no choice but to exercise force.” one of the Confederation shinobi spoke up, stepping forward with his hand ready to draw the sword at his side. The man had his black hair tied back into a ponytail, which stuck out of the back of the bandana-style forehead protector he was wearing. At the man’s suggestion, Senhime chuckled a little.
”Ara ara~. I’m afraid I can’t do that. Everyone else is working so hard, so it’d be wrong of me to let their effort go to waste, no?”

Seeing that there would be no convincing the horned woman, the shinobi simply drew his sword and rushed forward, leaping up for a downward slash and cleaving through the commander. Except, his blade had hit nothing at all. In fact, looking at his sword now, it no longer had a blade. Before he could move away from Senhime, he felt a hard impact on top of his head that promptly knocked him out. While none of the shinobi currently surrounding her might have seen it, in the instant that the shinobi unsheathed his sword, Senhime had unsheathed hers as well, and cut the blade off of his sword before resheathing her own blade. Stepping over the unconscious shinobi, Senhime beckoned to the rest of the shinobi to make their own assault. The Jiyutai’s commander parried strikes from all angles, using her sheathed sword like a staff by exploiting its length. During the exchanges, the Akumako ornament tied to her sheath managed to avoid any harm. A few of the shinobi were knocked out by clean blows to the head like their comrade earlier, prompting the rest of their number to step back to reassess the situation.

Kinuton: Gossamer Drill

A lance of silk pierced the thigh of a sickle-wielding shinobi and stuck into the roof behind him. Without further delay, smaller lances of silk shot out from the shinobi’s thigh and pierced the other shinobi that were next to him, before anchoring into the ground. Seeing that they were all properly secured and working on freeing themselves from the lines of silk that had hardened with Earth nature chakra, Senhime waved before leaping to an adjacent rooftop and reassessing the situation down below. So far so good. At the very least, it didn’t appear that anyone on the two primary squads had been gravely injured yet. However, the Statue squad hadn’t gotten around to properly breaking the Hamajo monument yet, having been distracted before they could complete that section of the mission.

That aside, there was another issue that very clearly required her attention. Entering the square was one of the targets that would be a serious detriment to the mission. The Phoenix-Touched. Minamoru, Yamato. From what Senhime understood, the man was known for his use of Katon jutsu. Troublesome. But not impossible to at least hold off temporarily. However, Yamato had also seen fit to bring his own squad with him, which would complicate matters for everyone.

As Yamato and his company entered the square, a crescent of chakra would tear up the ground in front of them, kicking up dust and rubble. Once the dust cleared, they would see that the attack had drawn a horizontal line in front of their feet. And, standing before them a few feet away, was the commander of the Jiyuna no Guntai, Senhime of the Million Threads.

”Greetings, Minamoru-san~. I believe this is the first time we’ve met, yes? Unfortunately, I can’t really let you through here.” she chimed, remarkably casual and cordial considering the situation. She intended to buy time until the Statue Team finished their part of the mission or Tsukiko joined her in intercepting Yamato and his squad. It had become apparent that they would need to hurry along before anyone else of note showed up. It was bad enough that the first one to arrive was one who would be well-suited to dealing with her silk techniques. But that did not mean that she had nothing up her sleeves. Gripping Shurakumo, Senhime prepared herself for whatever Yamato or the Jounin accompanying him would attempt. The face of the resistance movement was right in front of them, so it would only make sense that there were those among their number that would want the glory of taking the head of the Million Threads.

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ: Uɴɪᴛʏ Oʀ Fʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ

I'll probably drum up a post tonight. Won't step on Hex's toes, so we should be all good.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Nap-time Knight

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The leader of the Shabu Shabu Party alternated between the use of regular attacks and bursted slashes, faring more than well enough against the tentacles that assaulted his person. In fact, one could say it looked like he wasn’t having much trouble at all, only really appearing somewhat distressed as he became more and more covered in blue slime. Slicing through yet another tentacle, Rhein sighed as the limb once again reformed itself and re-entered combat. As he deftly dodged and parried the whip-like tentacles of the Slime, Rhein overheard Grimhildr shouting at Saffron, who had once again decided to refrain from helping any further than he already had. Hell, the one way he had helped required Rhein to do the heavy lifting. At this point, though, the eyepatched “gentleman” had already known what to expect of the Blood Mage, so all he could really do was shake his head. At least, competition aside, the other party was doing something to distract the creature, managing to catch its attention by bombarding it with heavy fire from their Prowlers or the ground fighters they deployed just moments earlier.

As Grimhildr ran past Rhein, the tentacles that had been attacking her whipped after the Dragnan girl in pursuit, which really just kinda meant that Rhein was also in the way of the strike. Slamming the Fragarach sword back into the shield, Rhein’s eye narrowed as multiple tentacles came to strike simultaneously. With a click of the sword trigger, the blade was once again pushed out of the casing as Rhein spun on his heel, a burst of the mana-steam erupting as the swordsman released an arc of energy off of the blade, his rotation causing it to create a full circle around him as it launched in all directions, cutting through the tentacles. Feeling satisfied with himself, Rhein resheathed the blade only to once again be slapped into the dirt, apparently forgetting that the Slime was capable of restoring its limbs while he was patting himself on the back.

Meanwhile, as tentacles were beating down on Rhein, the rest of the fight raged on. Due to the combined effort of everyone involved, it appeared that the Slime was actually being beaten back, heading back towards the forest as it was barraged by shells and spells. The Slime was caught unawares by the Beastlady who lurked in the trees, waiting for her moment to strike, and this negligence would be the gelatinous monstrosity’s downfall. The ensuing shower of blue goo and the resultant cessation of strikes from the Slime allowed Rhein to pick himself up from the ground again, which led him to see the form of Estelle plummeting from the sky and landing in a pile of the Giga Slime’s gooey chunks. For a moment, Rhein actually looked genuinely concerned, but quickly reverted back to his usual lax expression as he jogged his way over to the remains of the Giga Slime. As he passed the unconscious Estelle, he quickly glanced at her to see that she was breathing before looking to see that the other Hunters were already working on collecting the Giga Slime’s broken core, which was about the size of a baby elephant. ”Hey, I dunno what the rules are, but don’t you guys think we should get the core? After all, my friend over there got the finishing blow.” he suggested, prompting a look from the bespectacled Eldrin man from earlier.
“I might’ve considered it if you and your comrades hadn’t tried to harm us. But I’m afraid that you have all put me in a mood that doesn’t inspire good will.” the man stated, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Rhein rolled his eyes, more than a little annoyed that this guy had lumped all of them into the same group. He hadn’t done anything!

”Uh-huh…. But, y’see, it isn’t like we all had a hand in that, yeah? Hell, I even told ‘em not to go to crazy about it. Maybe a few little love taps like ‘Hey, get a load of this thing, right?’. Real chummy sort of stuff. Not my fault they went overboard.” Rhein retorted, shrugging his shoulders. The Eldrin pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration with the eyepatched Party leader.
“I suggest you all take your leave now, before I make you leave. I’m being kind now by even allowing you to make a case after your subordinates attacked us.” the Eldrin growled. Rhein noted the lance that the man carried over his shoulder, taking into account that it was a rather long weapon. Specifically, some model of Dash Joust, which usually had some sort of thrusters for greater penetrating power. The guy wasn’t exactly wrong to be a bit mad, but it was annoying.
”Oh? How’re ya gonna do that?” Rhein replied, obviously provoking the Eldrin man, who appeared to be the leader of the other Hunting Party. Within a split second, a gust of wind rushed by Rhein, but the Shabu Shabu Party’s resident Nap Expert didn’t flinch as the long joust rushed by his head. The Eldrin had decided to give a warning strike, which grazed Rhein’s cheek, drawing blood.
”Now, now, Cornelius, let’s all calm down.” a voice chimed in, soon being shown to belong to the mustachioed Horvin from earlier. ”The boy is right. Their group did finish the beast off. And I’m not one to let someone leave emptyhanded after the risky move that Beastgirl pulled off.” the Horvin stated. Rhein always felt that it sounded strange being called “boy” by a Horvin, since they always kind of looked like children themselves. Mustache or no mustache. But apparently the diminutive man’s words worked. Sighing, the raven-haired Eldrin known as Cornelius turned back to Rhein, still looking a bit pissed.

“Alright. I am willing to let you have half of the core for your troubles. Be lucky that sir Mathis has reminded me that your friend laying on the Slime has not done anything to upset us. Unlike the rest of you.” the Eldrin remarked, beginning to annoy Rhein further with his tone. Frankly, Rhein was already starting to check out of the discussion, so he was glad to at least get something out of the exchange without much work on his own part.
”Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Corni. I’ll have to measure the core to make sure ya don’t stiff us, though.” Rhein retorted, hooking the Fragarach onto his back as he walked back towards Estelle. Still unconscious, and harboring pretty nasty burns on her arms, Rhein shook his head as he muttered under his breath. Placing a hand over the beastlady’s burned arms, a calm, green wave of healing energy spread from Rhein’s palm as the healing spell took effect, repairing the damage that had been done from the explosion. ”Making me have to go ahead and play medic, huh? What an irresponsible gunner.” the eyepatched man commented, mostly to himself.

”Oi, Grim! You think you can carry ‘Stelle back to that old rustbucket of ours?”

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

Rodan's Monster Encyclopedia

SLIMES

The creatively named “Slime” is a common monster, capable of being found in many different variations throughout multiple climates. Most Slimes are simply amorphous blobs of viscous, translucent goo. While a “young” slime feeds by absorbing and breaking down plant life, Slimes that have grown large enough to possess a proper “core” (believed to be a hybrid heart-brain in matured Slimes) often move on to consuming animal matter. Due to the poor durability of the average Slime, combined with its reputation as a “beginner monster” for Hunters, they don’t usually grow to be particularly large. As such, larger variants like the “Giga Slime” are a rare sight, and it is even rarer to actually see the process by which larger slimes actually form. Researchers have theorized that giant-sized Slimes are actually composed of multiple Slimes that have combined into one consciousness.
The variety of Slime properties, coupled with the ease at which the run-of-the-mill Slime can be dispatched, has led to many “productive” uses of Slime for use in a plethora of things like adhesives, soaps, liquid storage and, in the case of some particularly rare variants, aphrodisiacs. In fact, there are “Slime Ranchers” who cultivate Slimes for the very purpose of selling the creatures’ goo.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Nap-time Knight

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It seemed like Rhein’s request for subtlety had fallen on deaf ears, as Saffron worked a pretty obvious display of blood magic with his knife. As blood splattered on the surface of one of the Prowlers, it stopped in its tracks, the hatch opening up and revealing an Eldrin man with glasses, his eyes stern as he glared at the Blood Mage. “Do you have a problem with us, asshole? I’ll settle it right here if you want!” he barked. For someone who looked like a bookworm, he sure talked a big game. Rhein ignored him, deciding that the other guys were Saffron’s problem. After all, Rhein hadn’t done anything wrong. Except, well, not rein Grim and Saffron in. As the slime arm crashed into the blood shield Saffron had erected, Rhein sighed as their Prowler began to tip and the slime from the appendage splashed over the top of the barrier. Annoyed that he would have to do any further work, Rhein braced himself before rushing towards the barrier at high speed, breaking through the blood barrier and bashing the gelatinous limb away with a shield check. ”Aww, gross.” he grumbled, noting that he’d managed to get some blue slime in his hair. Turning back to Saffron, Rhein cringed when the Dragnan offered him the shriveled carcass of what was once the boar that they picked up in Delion.
”Are you serious right now?” he remarked, genuinely creeped out by the prospect of launching a pig corpse as explosive ammunition. Having seen the blood bomb Saffron made with the knife, Rhein wasn’t really willing to let a whole boar explode right in his face. Snatching the shriveled Squeaky out of Saffron’s clutches, Rhein had already taken the Fragarach’s sword and shield off of his arm, grasping the sword’s handle with one hand.

Rhein tossed the boar into the air and then promptly swung the combined sword and shield at it as it fell, the flat end of the shield slamming into the boar and sending it barreling towards the Giga Slime. ”Let’s just hope I never have to do that again.”, though, knowing Saffron, he was probably going to have to hit homeruns with more corpsebombs in the future. As Estelle’s bullets, the boar and Grimhildr herself were all launched towards the Giga Slime, Rhein made note of the fact that the occupants of the other Prowlers began to come out to engage, approximately three individuals wielding melee weapons ranging from long spears and hammers, and three gunners from each vehicle. The Horvin man dipped back into the Prowler and closed the hatch as it began to circle around the side of the huge Slime, with the other Prowler circling around the opposite side. If nothing else, they’d serve as a pretty decent distraction and a nice little additional factor in whittling away at the Slime’s defenses.

Estelle had come back after her own assault, and she had a plan. While Rhein felt like it’d work, he couldn’t help but think it’d actually require some effort on his part. As he went to speak up, Rhein’s attention was grabbed by the sound of the boar exploding. The Giga Slime had actually grown arms out of its chest in an attempt to grab the boar, only to have the corpse violently explode in the smaller arms, blowing them off and damaging the creature’s torso, causing a rain of slime to come down. The creature stumbled backwards, the combination of Grimhildr’s attacks and the explosion seemingly overwhelming it for a moment. Sighing, Rhein scratched the back of his head as he hopped off of the top of the Prowler. ”Alright. I’ll go along with your plan…,” he began, walking towards the Giga Slime, “If you let me use your lap as a pillow later.” he finished, totally serious as he unsheathed the Fragarach’s blade. He was gonna have to start things off small before he could work his way up to Grimhildr’s level. The Giga Slime’s arms split into four tentacles each, slowly beginning to remind Rhein more of a run-of-the-mill Slime. The appendages whipped about in every direction, though they were notably less thick than the gigantic arms it had earlier. To their credit, however, they were pretty quick. Rhein swung the Fragarach at the high-speed whip, cleaving through it as it passed, although he was quickly caught off guard by the fact that the gooey tentacle regrew itself and whipped him in the back of the head, spiking his face into the dirt.
”I’m alright.” he grumbled, propping himself back off of the ground with his sword.
”Let’s get a move on, ‘Stelle!”

Fighting off the tentacle as it came back around, Rhein rushed forward, fending off the tentacles that weren’t being distracted by Grimhildr and the other Party’s fighters. It seemed like he was a man possessed, motivated by the potential for a “reward” that he hadn’t even given Estelle time to agree to. And that wasn’t even taking into account the fact that he would have to argue with Grim over space. Technically, she’d called dibs, although over the more prized position of the beastlady’s chest. But Rhein was the leader, so it was only fair, right? Little did anyone know that these were the thoughts running through the head of the man’s head as he fought against the gargantuan creature’s limbs.