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It Came From The Void

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Level: 8 - Total EXP: 186/80 ------ Level: 6 - Total EXP: 125/60
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Location: The Under

It wasn't much of a surprise that Pizza Face went down so quickly. The Seekers had many powerful people gathered in one place, with the current singular goal of defeating it so they could grab its mask fragment and move on. Maybe the universe in its infinite wisdom thought it was even a little too easy, because moments after Pizza Face fell to the ground it opened up as if on a hinge, revealing a pizza headed man inside. On the outside he seemed rather silly, but no one was under the illusion that he didn't have something nefarious up his sleeve. The area itself started to morph and change once he stepped out of his machine, and a mysterious phenomenon conjured eight images over everyone in the arena, including the boss of the tower himself.

Above Therion was two rows of identical daggers, and above Primrose eight paper fans tied with ribbon. Both of them were immediately on edge, especially after the Koopa Prince's panicked shout about what he thought the eight images meant. If he was right, then even despite their firepower they were in a dangerous situation.

Primrose took a step forward while considering a dance - defense probably wouldn't be of use, so maybe additional speed? Her intentions immediately changed when Pizza Head pulled a large ugly creature from nowhere and introduced it to the battle. It wasn't the only one he pulled out, but the first one caught Primrose's attention from the bright orange pustules on its body. That was the "Infection" that Barnabee had warned them about, wasn't it? In that case, the monster should be cleansed in fire.

The Brooding Mawlek began to spit up orange blobs as soon as it got its bearings, and the dancer met them with casts of her Fire Orb. It melted the infection before it could splatter onto any Seekers. Primrose and Mawlek didn't continue throwing blobs and magic overhead above the arena for very long. When an opening presented itself the dancer dropped to one knee and conjuring the Black Serpent to twist over the ground towards the Mawlek. Before it struck the monster leaped into the air, smashing down onto Primrose's location. Driven back by the impact Primrose happened to catch that the images above her had decreased to seven. It didn't bode well.

The Mawlek reared back and then lashed out with its arms, only slicing through the air where the dancer was a moment before. "Not so fast~" she said, reappearing behind the creature with Ravaging Confession and slashing her dagger across its body. On the second pass she noted that its body lit up briefly, and if the icons above its own head were anything to go by her follow up hadn't dealt it any damage.

A dangerous situation indeed, she thought. but not one she couldn't handle.

Meanwhile, Therion had started toward Pizza Head. He was of similar thought to Primrose in that he suspected his debuffing wouldn't be effective, so his target was the boss himself. Of course he wasn't the only Seeker with that plan either. Artorias and Ganondorf practically forced their way through the arena, though the former was impeded along the way, while Sectonia and Jesse took a different approach. Throwing daggers wouldn't be enough this time, seeing as Pizza Head was not only fast, but whenever he was momentarily staggered by someone else's strike he blinked and didn't take any damage for a few seconds afterward - making capitalizing on his allies' hits impossible for the thief. Getting real sick of this, Therion thought as he weaved through the battlefield, careful to avoid any stray attacks from other people's fights.

Eventually he'd made a full loop around the arena and broke off from the those chasing Pizza Head, rejoining his fellow Orsterran where she danced in and out of her opponent's range. Her gaze flickered to him briefly as he got closer, tagging her to donate some of his mana towards her reserves.

"Need a hand?"

"No," she answered honestly, a smirk curling her lips. "But since you're here anyway."

The images above her head showed six, while above the Mawlek was four. It backed up to put some space between the Travelers and lurched into vomiting out a whole group of infectious blobs at once. Primrose summoned the Flame Fan and used a battle boost to increase its size enough to swipe the globs in fire while Therion dashed in and stabbed the Mawlek. He darted to one side to avoid its claw and as soon as its body stopped flashing he stabbed it again.

The Mawlek rumbled while trying to skitter away. Primrose twirled into its path, flourishing the Flame Fan to burn its body. The final hit was struck with Therion's Wildfire, lighting up the dreary orange space with a blast of fire magic. The monster flailed and crumbled, one less obstacle on the battlefield.

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So it was decided: as one group they would go back the way they came and head to the clearing. From there, the stream. And from there, hopefully, a source of cleaner water. Masato didn't say anything else while the students prepared to leave, biting back the urge to snap at their tallest classmate. He'd never gotten along with Duncan Stewart; the boy was brash and a rule breaker. The comment he'd just made - what the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was it just a dig at Masato out of frustration, or was he implying he knew about...? No, someone like Stewart wouldn't keep that to himself. Masato took a deep breath, let the passive aggressive remark slide off his skin, and took up his post at the back of the group as they got a move on.

It was slow. Masato knew it would be, even though they didn't have that far to go in order to reach the bus and the clearing. People were tired and hurt. On the way they passed a pool of dark, mostly dried blood. No sign of a struggle, or a survivor. The student council president narrowed his eyes as they continued away from it, his gaze lingering there for a long time. It was the right choice. It was the right choice, was repeated in his head like a mantra. There was nothing else to do now but move on.

When they arrived at stop one, he was... relieved? Yeah, that was the best word. There weren't any bodies to be found, so for the optimistic there was still a chance the other kids were out there. But there was a mashed up smear of meat on the grass that vultures were picking at. Was it the remains of a monster or a friend?

Masato shoved his hands into his pockets. The tattered remains of his jacket were tied around his waist again, and he glanced between the scrap piles and the birds wondering if he could bean one hard enough to kill it for some extra food. Probably could, right? It would have to be just as edible as wolf-bear meat... Ah, wait, what if what they're eating is... would the be like, second hand cannibalism? The random thought brought a tinge of green to his face. As long as we don't eat the stomach just in case it'd be fine...

Ryuugasaki spoke up again, drawing Masato's attention. He blinked at her while a few of the other students moved to scavenge the area.

"...If possible I don't want to spend anymore time here than we have to," he said. "The monsters attacked us here twice, if we start a fire we could be giving them another signal that we're here again. They might come back."

He looked at his flock, and his hard expression softened just a little. "If you all think we can walk a little longer, then let's keep going as soon as we're through here."

As the group got to work, or else huddled together, Masato decided to try his hand at hunting... or whatever. He got closer to the vultures, scooping up one of Inaba's discarded by still intact spears. Throwing a spear couldn't be that much different from throwing a baseball. He aimed, drew his arm back, and chucked the makeshift weapon at the nearest bird. He felt the force of the throw as the wood left his hand, but when it struck its target it clattered to the ground instead of piercing through. Plain surprise swept over Masato's face as the birds took flight.

What the fuck? Now I can't even kill a bird? Still ignorant as to the strange protective aura that surrounded the creatures of the Otherside, he was left to stew.

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