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Oh God, why are there so many puns!


First Jay with the Second Chance pun. Now the writer of James says Oh God?

A new challenger has arrived!

And there I thought we were in danger of it all getting a bit watered down.
I added a small little change to my post, one that I knew I was missing.


Rofl I love it, buddy! That's a Clive line, right there!

And - not to rain on your parade, but...

It never takes much to start you guys off on your puns smh lol.


Too late, we're flooding the OOC!


The vampire is down, at least. Now where is that Druid? There. He must go next.

But then something else caught Zigmund's attention. His ear turned towards the sound of...

Horses. Multiple, judging by the volume. Wait. No. Just one.

A faint red light rippled outward like an ever growing sphere to cover the entirety of Temple Hill. It was difficult to see as the orange light of the sun crept over the eastern horizon.

A Source Crystal User. Must be a villager I'd not accounted for. With two adventurers down and the Druid about to be next, they should be no problem.

But then he saw the horse and rider clear the summit of the hill, the horse whinny signalling their arrival on the battlefield. And the horse was itself was quite the sight, all on it's own. Zigmund had never seen anything like it. He simply had to assume it was some kind of Light Domain Magic Boost at work, for speed or protection.

But while an unobserved phenomena of a steed was enough to tingle a sense of anxiety, nothing could possibly compare to the spike of anxiety, anger and confusion at THE RIDER!

"You! How!?" Zigmund involuntarily took a step backward. "I killed you! I Felt you die in my arms!"

"Life is getting up one more time than you’ve been knocked down. An' I came back to be sure you never did."

Zigmund took yet another step backward, so shocked that he had no reply.

There was no more time for talking as Clive charged toward him and lept from the horse and served Zigmund a punch that sent the Elite Scout Unit flying. Then he tumbled and rolled across the ground for a length almost as far as he flew from the initial kinetic power. He couldn't dodge the punch. He couldn't even gracefully and quickly get back to his feet. He simply and slowly rose after spending a second in stillness. He was still shocked. There was a long crack up the side of his metal head-piece.

What am I fighting? What are these people from another world?

I'm not super pleased with what I wrote but I did my best.


It was awesome! Clive the Legend, back in the game!
Drowning in ideas? An explosion of inspiration, you might say?

In my opinion, the action was pretty fluid.
Wow at those last four posts! Great action xD


The beautiful symphony of Fenna, Barracker and Adam was so amazing, it made the Boss Post easily and elegantly come into form! Thanks!


I'm hers? The gall of this woman. The unmitigated arrogance. That fire in her eyes. It won't be enough now that she's without her friends.

And it wasn't. Even though Fenna was not as reckless as Zell, Zigmund had almost cut her arm off inside of ten seconds of single-combat. Only her Ranger speed her saved her, not to mention her ability to keep distance with her spear. She would not last-

What!?

Zigmund's eyes could not help but be drawn to the brown flash that blitzed across view, flying behind Fenna.

The vampire.

He expected he would get a few more seconds alone with Fenna, but the water javelins hadn't even been enough. Even after underestimating how much Second Chance had grown, he could STILL not accurately assess their strength! And this new addition to their party - his speed and combat experience was so high that he alone was foiling Zigmund's current plan!

His focus flicked from a spear thrusting toward him, mid-height, to a greatsword swinging his way from a flanking angle, low-height.

My water form isn't back yet. I cannot dodge this. I thought I'd have more time to draw more of them into the trap. I must spring it now or suffer!

The red light on his visor glowed brightly and all of the water droplets that had rained onto the floor and onto Fenna, exploded into sharp icicles, big like blades. Sharp like them too. It was too soon, but he would at least take two adventurers out.

Wait! What now!?

Roots. Those roots from some water absorbant plant known for thriving in the driest of desert regions. Invigorated in size and magnified in power. The very bane of Zigmund's existence.

Curse that Druid!

Fortunately for Fenna, where she was stood, the roots grew around her feet sucked 90% of the water from her clothes and the floor around, so her damage was minimal. Her damage and injury resistance was enough to stave off serious bodily harm.

However, Barracker was not so lucky. He came in from the flank and was not yet in close enough range to where the roots, that grew mostly around Zigmund, were. What water he was stood over and the last-moment rain across his neck, visor and chest was enough to do critical damage. His visor cracked, his armour tore and he was badly wounded. Due to his vampire toughness, and the forced early spring of the trap, he would be incapacitated for only 1 Round.


Fenna's lack of serious injury, plus her grit, meant that she only lost a portion of power in her spear thrust, meaning that Zigmund's armour was torn once again, although it was barely a scratch on his flesh. But his armour was once more breached, meaning his overall damage resistance was lowered and he had two glaring weakpoints courtesy of The Unswattable Fly.

He did manage to avoid those dastardly roots though, with a leap backward out of the danger area. Instead of moving against another, he maintained a defensive stance for a brief moment to gauge his surroundings.

And pin-point that damned Druid.


Zigmund saw the anchor come into view and tried to bring his Executioner's Axe down quicker, but the weapon hit hard-pat soil. He growled in frustration as Zell's body was taken from him. As he looked to see where the almost-dead adventurer was being taken to, he saw another that he recognized.

The Cleric. I'd recognize that scowl from anywhere. Giving the orders in the last fight. Smart. Quick to act and adjust. His mere presence is going to make this more difficult. And now he carries the weapon of weapon of his dead friend. Pathetic humanisms.



The steam was sucked out of the air and back into Zigmund's body, briging everybody into perfect view.

It is inconcievable how much stronger they've gotten, but I've beaten parties this strong before. And now only five of them are standing. As long as I don't make another mistake, I can floor a 2nd one of them. Yes. Enjoy this Zigmund. The kills will come soon enough.

Zigmund decided not to chase down James and Zell. Such a tactic would just see the other adventurers all flock to get in his way. Instead:

Zigmund summoned 5 Water Javelins above his head, then let them launch at Adam, Barracker, James, Zell and MacKensie, leaving him a chance to run at Fenna.

The Javelins were fast but not unavoidable for those with speed and not unblockable for those with the means to do so. However targets would incur a minor injury if not dealt with. For Zell, this attack is undodgeable.

"You're mine."

Zigmund rushed Fenna with the Executioner's Axe and threw broad sweeps and swings at her, water droplets raining to the floor as the weapon whizzed from all angles at the Ranger. He would hopefully injure her. Hopefully kill her. If she was not equal to his combat, she would be injured.

Although this entire ploy was for something else.
Damn, you guys are writting a lot, I will post tonight


Morning James is the best!
<Snipped quote by Teyao>

You got this brother. Invoke the power of God and ANIME.


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