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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

It's like the worst "Zelda" game to date minus Minish Cap.

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World of Light: the Endless Now

Word Count: 604 (+1 exp)
Level: 10 - Total EXP: 88/100
Monday Evening.
Location: Mafia Town, Deep Blue Seaside
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It was unfortunate for Therion that his opponent was the bombastic sort, even among the already energetic and wild wrestling invaders. Max shouted out the names of his special moves (which didn't even look that different from what Therion had seen the other wrestlers doing) and various one liners, and his booming voice drew in all kinds of fighters ready to rumble. They bodily threw themselves at both Max and Therion, aiming to take one of them out and claim victory against a tough opponent. They all fought for bragging rights, leaving pure destruction as a byproduct in their wake. The battle quickly got annoyingly chaotic for the thief, though he managed - having summoned his spectral sword after losing the sickles.

"Wahahaha!" In comparison to Therion, who fought begrudgingly but swiftly in order to end things as quickly as possible, the American wrestler gladly accepted any and all challengers. Max put a show as he fought, even though the only audience was his fellow fighters. He thrust his shoulder and elbow in his opponent, drop kicked even the biggest wrestlers that stepped up to take him on, and was an all around menace that flung away everyone that came at him. He spun with his arms stretched out wide, clothes-lining two rumblers with a wide grin on his face. "Feel the BOOM!"

It came to the point where Therion had figured that he could just shove any straggling fighters towards Max, and the man would take care of them for him. It worked out pretty well, as the wrestlers changed targets once they started getting pummeled by a superior wrestler. And when ashes flew and motes of light containing various costumed faces, Therion's wraith blade passed through them to absorb their vitality, undoing the damage he'd taken so far.

By the time it was just Therion and Max again, the former was back in top shape, and the latter was breathing hard. The sunset colored light shown in the blonde man's eyes, but even if he hadn't been gleaming he didn't seem like the type to back down even when at a clear disadvantage like this. He raised his arms and splayed his fingers, ready to charge into a grapple - but his opponent was not going to meet him at his level.

"No hard feelings," Therion said, bringing the wraith blade up and slashing a deep gash into Max's chest as the man barreled toward him. The wrestler lurched, coughed, and finally fell.

Therion rolled the shoulder of his blade arm, dispelling the weapon. He felt pretty good, especially since Max had done most of the work for him once things had really turned into a free-for-all around them. He scooped up the wrestler's spirit and tucked it away before making a beeline to higher ground. He ended up on the rooftop of some random building, surveying what he could see of the city from his perch.

Not surprisingly, the place was wrecked. Not destroyed, but definitely in major need of cleaning up and repairs. From there he couldn't see the other side of the harbor, but he wondered how Nemma and the rest of the regulars around that area had fared. Maybe better, since they were on the opposite side of the island from where the ship had pulled in.

Right, the ship. Therion turned back toward the docks he'd come from, where the Seekers had been dining before all this started. With the attack having quieted down now, it didn't take long for him to pick his way back there to see if the raiding party had seen any success.

World of Light: the Endless Now

Word Count: 819 (+2 exp)(-8 friend heart)
Level: 11 - Total EXP: 161/110
Monday Evening.
Location: Meridi-at-Han, Forbidden Kingdom
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How and why those giants had shown up to attack the city was indeed a strange mystery, but Primrose did not concern herself with it for the time being. Her attention was on the last instance of violence, the battle between traveling troupe master and local sorceress that continued on even while the monsters dissolved into ashes. As she'd told Goldlewis, she thought that the Seekers should stop the two of them before their battle accidentally spread further, and she wasn't the only one who thought so. While the small group waited among the gathering crowd looking for an opening, Roland was the first to jump in. He went right for Grimm, so Primrose's gaze flickered to the troupe master's opponent. It wasn't long before she found her opening, too.

When she struck, she did so with her friend H'aanit's hunting advice in the back of her mind. Certainly the witch seemed more dangerous than any savvy beast, but the same teachings applied - one's guard was lowered then they thought they had an advantage. Following Roland's intervention, Primrose paid close attention to the necromancer, using her own knowledge of magic to judge when the best time to jump in herself was. She chose the moment the witch was in the midst of casting her latest fireball, darting forward as she pulled a glowing pink heart shape from her chest. The dancer pressed it into the witch's back, letting it do its thing while she stepped away. With no way of telling how the witch would react to suddenly having the veil pulled from her mind, Primrose wanted some space between them in case she lashed out.

The woman's opponent did not seem inclined to finish the battle, at least. Perhaps the conflict really had been some kind of friendly fire spiraling out of control thanks the Galeem. In the end it didn't really matter how it started, only that it ended, and the nightlife of Meridi-at-Han could quiet down.

The unrelated citizens dispersed, equal parts entertained by the duel and disappointed that it had been interrupted. Some hung around still, like Kayna who was dismounting her Velocidrome and glancing curiously at the group. Primrose just folded her arms over her chest, brow raised at the little mini-Grimm that had appeared. Now that she got a closer look, Grimm and his entourage looked very similar to the native bugs in the Under. Were they from there? She didn't ask, especially as Goldlewis began admonishing both Grimm and the witch.

By the time Sandalphon called in (Primrose still wasn't exactly sure why she preferred to use codenames when speaking through her sigil), Primrose had walked over to make sure the spirit of Ralph was collected. Its body parts had been ravaged as quickly as possible after she and Goldlewis had made sure it died there and didn't escape (speaking of, she had found the old man just as capable now as in the brief stint in the desert), but the gleaming folks ignored the spirit. They must have thought nothing tangible could be made from it, but if only they knew they could simply crush it.

She returned to the group with shimmering spirit in hand, stowing it away as she caught Goldlewis motioning for them to follow him. She smiled lightly at the tail end of his conversation with the angel of information and moved to head toward the city gate with the others, casting a last glance at the people they were leaving behind. Grimm, the witch... they had to be pretty confused at the moment, but the dancer didn't offer any information to them freely. Primrose also saw Kayna jogging to catch up to them a little, waving her new friend down.

"Whew, what a crazy night!" the monster rider said. "Are you all leaving?"

"That's right. We'll be back eventually -" She suspected that they would, when they eventually had to return to tackle the City that Never Was. "- but until then, this is goodbye."

Kayna didn't seem put out by the sudden departure. She smiled, coming to a stop and putting her hands on her hips. Avmar had followed her, and he squawked at the Seekers at the same time that his rider bid them farewell. "If you guys find yourselves in the Tyrannian Plateau needing a hand, you know who to look out for! See you then!"

Primrose gave her a wave. Unlike the two they'd just set free, Kayna was still gleaming. It might have been nice to set her free too, but the more people they broke out of Galeem's influence the more evidence of their presence here there would be. Not to mention that in the wake of everything she'd learned from Asgore, Sandalphon, and everyone else about how things worked in this world, well... unless it was to save people or recruit them, sometimes it might be better to leave them be.

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There's a class I want to make my character, but it's inexplicably gender locked. fireemblem.fandom.com/wiki/Brawler

I just want to make a woman with big fist weapons. is that ok?

@Mistress Dizzy

If you don't mind throwing in some healing, War Cleric and Martial Monk are fist fighting classes too.
Although I agree gender-locked classes are kinda dumb.