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- Posted: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 04:27:13 +0000
"Hiyahh!" The glint of steel, the strain of muscle, and the coursing of adrenaline. All virtual, but in the heat of the moment one could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Hands tightening around the hilt of the blade, Kalcer dug his feet into the dirt as dark brown eyes focused upon the beast before him. The wolf had managed to leap back from his attack, saliva-drenched fangs bared as it slowly paced back and forth. A low-level beast it may have been, but the tension was still almost thick enough to cut with a knife. The blue-haired man's eyes narrowing ever so slightly, the faintest of grins lit his lips as he the tip of his blade pointed forward. Breath held, his heart pounding, teeth clenched together. Above the mangy wolf, he could make out its health bar...only a slight blip of red remaining. Right then, this was going to be it. The decisive strike...
"C'mon, you mutt."
It obliged, letting out a ferocious snarl before it charged right towards him. Steadying himself even as danger came barreling forward, the young man allowed himself to tense before quickly bringing his blade back. Muscle memory kicking in, he held it there a couple seconds more...a faint tingling overcoming his arm as the skill began to take effect. The wolf was moments away now, and with a thump it leaped into the air. Claws outstretched, ready to dig into the adventurer's throat, his steady grin barely wavered as Kalcer put all of his might into his next swing. Feet digging deep into the ground, he stepped forward an-
...happened to be a couple of moments too late. Before he could fully finish his swing, the massive wolf collided right with him. Hitting the ground with a thump, the beast landing upon him, and the last thing Kalcer saw before the everything went back were a set of bared canines.
Ugh, that...went a lot better in my head.
One respawn later, followed by a short walk, and the blue-haired warrior was back out in the fields. A faint sigh slipping out of his lips, his arms crossed. "Hm." Slowly, his gaze shifted over the field. Maybe it was time to upgrade? The stalls would probably gouge him of what little gold he actually had, but maybe he snag something off one of the monsters? Worst came to worst, he'd at least be able to fill up his rather meager coffers.
"Alright then, new objective..."
The hiss of steel ringing in his ears, his rusty blade once more left its sheeth. Bracing himself, the player charged right back into the fray.
Money: Dirt poor
Money: Dirt poor