Two eyes open; the twin spheres, bewildered and curious, gazed directly onward into the immense distance. The eyes stopped wandering quite suddenly a few seconds later; their position remained fixed. Something had caught their attention in the expanse. Staring diagonally upward, the eyes gave off the impression that the object drawing their attention was nearby and just a little taller than their height, or that it was far off in the distance and quite large. Justifying with the later choice, a full out ‘dungeon assault’ would, most likely, take place. It would only be a moment or so, but it was coming. Of course, if one zoomed out from the eyes of the character, they would find a body attached. This was player who had experienced many hardships throughout his entire adventures within the world. Turmoil, sadness, and devastation seemed to follow him everywhere that he went. Usually he accompanied a band of players who all had a single sad truth they had to face. This one attribute brought them together and even made them form bonds of friendship between one another. They named themselves the Freedom Fighters; the title was one of the most iconic titles ever given. After all, they were fighting for their freedom from the prison known as “The World”. Sometimes though, players had to leave on their own adventure; they had to clear their heads and get ready to press onward. This member, named Hacorie, was no different; a simple dungeon run would allow him to press onward with the emotional and mental strain each Freedom Fighter adventure required.
The keywords the male had chosen were planned ahead of time to allow for a challenge, but unfortunately Hac had already forgotten the three words. Taking a deep breath, his brightly glowing azure eyes began to scan the field once more, taking in all the computer generated surroundings. The field was bare; no structures were protruding from the ground; no trees were giving the field life, and no little critters ((Gruny food)) were bouncing around. Everything was dead. The only actual plants were adorning the ground, but the color was not the luscious green that one would normally see from a blade of grass. Instead, it seemed each blade was crisp, hard, and a vulgar brown. The sun was positioned high in the sky, and beat down with a great intensity upon all entities within the field. This sort of field was a death trap of humidity, sucking the life out of all who dare enter its large breadth of nothingness. Slowly, Hacorie took a deep breath while simultaneously running his fingers through the wavy blond hair on his head.
He took his first step forward, and as if drawing attention to his position, a tremendous roar sounded from the distance. What!? The Heavy Blade thought as his hand retracted from his soft hair and slid down to the body of a sword’s sheathe clasped on his side. Clenching his fingers around the barrel of the item, Hac’s other hand crossed his body and latched onto a piece of thick metal wrapped in a thin layer of black dyed leather. Instantaneously, a noticeable difference in the character’s demeanor changed. Hac’s muscles became tight and all the hair, save his head, stood on its ends. Every single exhale to follow this clasping of this particular sword was given its own life: an eerie fog. That’s right, Hac’s own internal body temperature was affected by this change; his body had turned cold and stiff; and he no longer had the power to control the weapon’s own effect on his body. At one time, not to distant in the path, the character would have been able to hold the weapon as if it was nothing but another piece of metal. He had been lent, unintentionally and unknowingly, the power by one of his new ‘pets’. Having to relinquish the power back to its original owner to unlock his own essence of true power, Hac became unable to fully wield his special sword, the Oceanic Aura, right off the bat. He had to give time for his body to adjust to the mass changes that took effect on his body.
For a moment, Hac was unable to move, but slowly, he felt control and movement begin to form within his fingertips. Slowly, a small feeling of warmth began to stretch throughout his body; exhaling, Hac’s ears perked up at a distinctive sound coming from behind him. It was the sound of the grass parting, steadily and rapidly. “Trying to sneak up on me?” Hac whispered to himself while pivoting his front foot. Throwing his weight forward, the character began to move both his feet in a circular formation, both going in the same direction of course. This, in turn, forced the characters body to turn. About halfway through the quick turn, a small metallic sound emitted from around the area where Hac’s hands resided. The sheath of the weapon had caressed the azure steel; this signaled the latch had been broken, and the sword was being withdrawn. Still turning, Hac brought the hand resting on the body of the sword’s sheathe to the sword’s hilt. This allowed both hands to be right next to one another. However, instead of fully clasping the leather bound handle, Hac’s hand was put palm first against it. Using the strength residing in both arms, the character pressed both forward. Since the sword was not too heavy, this also shifted the character’s weight slightly, allowing for more acceleration to occur from his movement.
With pupils forced into the corresponding corner of each eye, Hac got to see what was sneaking up on him. Orochi…. He called internally as the monster lifted itself up to a death defying height of 7-8 feet. Do not get the description wrong, the monster was not large in width. The only reason it was allowed to grow that tall in only a matter of seconds was due to the strong muscles lining its body. The creature was just a giant snake. Thus, as long as it balanced itself, the creature could easily extend its slender body to new heights. Watching his blade force itself around the perimeter of his body, a sweet sound reverberated through Hac’s ears. This, in turn, even made his mouth water just a bit. The sound was that of his blue steeled sword meeting the flesh of the gigantic snake. As if tearing a piece of cloth, the crackling sound of layers just seemed to continue and expand as the sword dug deeper and farther into the snake’s body. The monster let out a gigantic hiss in order return to the action, but it was in no way really decimated by the first sword swing. Due to a snake’s capability to twist and turn in almost every direction (thanks to not having a bone structure), the top half of the snake was able to act separately from the bottom.
The monster’s head shot forward, at a downward angle. With fangs showing and mouth opened wide, the situation began to look grim for the character who initiated the attack. However, Hacorie did not fret from this at all because his sword was still moving thanks to the extra push from the hand that was originally resting on the barrel of the Oceanic Aura’s sheathe. Thanks to this, the character had more velocity than he knew what to do with; thus, he used this to his advantage. Hac immediately pressed all his weight into one of his legs, what would be considered his back leg due to the position ((However, if he would have been facing 180 degrees in the other direction it would have been his front foot)). By doing this, the velocity allowing for his movement had to continue onward, but his body would not easily follow. This made the character shoot to the side; however, it was not without flaw. This type of tactic was only good to avoid attacks, but it in no way was good for countering. This is due to the character enacting these actions were forced to leave all sense of balance at the metaphorical ‘front desk’.
If a person was not able to actually see each one of these actions, he/she would be quite confused. Why? The answer to that lies in where exactly the Heavy Blade warrior was now; he was face down in the dirt. It was quite a sad sight to see, a high level Heavy Blade on the ground, but it was just life enacting one of its lovely little quirks. Quickly realizing the predicament he was in, Hac knew just how much shit he was actually in. He had lost all sight of the Orochi. The only thing to tell its position was the great sounds it made, but even those could be quite wrong due to the absolute control the monster had over its body. “FUCK!” Hacorie yelled to the clumpy hard grass and dirt looking up at him. Using the hand that was not clipped to the sword’s handle, Hac curled fingers and formed a fist. Slamming his hand into the ground, the male player forced himself to lift from the ground and turn. Feeling his back make a thud against the earth, the character looked straight up. Alas, the monster had not waited on him to get back up; its tail was plummeting toward his body. A cartoony high pitched whistle could even be heard as the gigantic thick tail cut the stale air.
“MeRue Zot!” Hac screamed as the blue blade emitted a grand azure color. Instantly, a blue glyph engulfed the entire area surrounding the Heavy Blade and giant snake. Time slowed; the monster was almost at a standstill.
“Ugh…do I actually have to work….” an old voice questioned as time immediately ensued once more. The ground rumbled, and blue streaks shot up from the ground creating a great number of stalagmites. Each icy pillar that erupted from the ground shot toward the central location of the spell (the Orochi). One by one, the sharp icy poles pierced the monster’s body, rendering it defenseless and unable to move as each piece of its body was pierced by one of the protruding objects. Right below the location where the monster’s tail was swinging at, the single rue aligned character lay, unscathed. For some reason or another, each gigantic pillar of frozen water had missed his body. Actually, this was not ‘pure dumb luck’ as a player would normally assess. Instead, a noticeable difference in Hac’s stats could be seen if they were being monitored; his SP had dropped to 0.
“Oh, did I get you stuck down there? Oh well…learn not to be so rash next time…Oh, and it’s not dead yet…you may want to finish it off here within the next minute or so. I see more roaming monsters are running this way. the old voice said once more, this time with a slight snicker backing his voice.
Why…does grandpa have to be such a nice person? Hac asked himself in a tone aimed to show some sort of sarcasm behind his words.
OOC((
There will be white bold text in here....so...yeah....highlight it to read....and it will continue throughout this quest...k?))
