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Lunear was too small to jump through trees yet. Or really scale mountain tops, (piles of things). He also was too tiny to properly hold a great deal of items in his backpack of carrying. A disadvantage to start off with, but an advantage in the fact that another troll was taking him in and helping him along.

Previously he was a one man flarper, making stuff up as he went, masked, pretending he was simply better than others and didn't need a group. The reality was however, that a group or at least a partner was nice. Useful even.

The crunch of a few leaves under his boots had already given himself away, and his rope tied to a stick make shift whip was his weapon of choice mostly because apparently he wasn't just not allowed a weapon but also was to small to properly use it and not accidentally kill himself.

Wearing his cape and mask, the blue blood tried his best to walk with confidence into the clearly, like he was opposite to what he felt. Invincible. "I have-" He declared. "Arrived." A finger pointed to the sky.
"Come beasts and fowl abominations, I, Lunosi Regals shall vanquish you!"

He'd even chosen himself a persona.

He was in the middle of puffing up proudly like a strutting strut bird beast when suddenly, a thing happened.

The thing initially made Lunear shout with surprise, though he did his best to mask it with a look of determination and will. He would not be caught flat footed by such a thing.
Except he had been.
And it hurt.

It managed to pinch at him and grab his sword to which got the blue blood to curse. Child or no, he swore and fought to reclaim his blade. "Back creature! There will be none of your ilk to bother me in my quest this night!"

He kicked at it.

And it pinched back.
Yelping and stumbling back as it clung to a hand the blue blood was rather undignified in how he flailed, only doing damage by reallying hitting the stump crab into nearby objects.

Eventually he killed it by hitting it against a rock while attempting to free his hand which was now a lovely blue and darkening bruise.
He sat down, frowned, and whined "Unfair, it disarmed me!"

He fussed over his hand, not yet finding the discoloration, or rather, the lovely alteration of his blood shade, any sort of appealing. Yet, the key aspect of any young troll to bet.

"I always do a good job, but it- it took my weapon! Like a common thug with muted blood!" He sighed, poking at the discoloration with a cringe. Pain now, indignation fading. "True though, I shouldn't expect every troll or future hostile to fight on our level." He gave a tone to his voice, teals were like him, above the others... even if they were moderates really on the full spectrum.

His hand given without though, he cringed again as it was touched. He would be tender for a while. "...." He would easily create a much better story for his 'wound' than 'a stumpcrab did it'.
"....What kind of treasure is it exactly?"

The tiny blue's ego was easily inflated. Sword back in hand, pride and ego rubbed, Lunear puffed back up a bit, looking less deflated, and more ready for another round. Such was the both fragility and easily mended pride of a youthful highblood.

Getting up on his own he tried to make a show that no, he didn't need her help, he was strong enough to do so one his own. Dusting off his rump and clothes. "No." His answer was solid and firm, holding out his hand as dramatically as he could muster.

"That artifact is mine to seek and seek alone. Like a true tragic hero of any great saga. I must endure, and that mean no sidekicks." He looked the teen dead in the eye. "Even if they would be very good sidekicks."

After a few steps however.
"On second thought- yeah. Every good hero needs a sidekick. Because then it's just boring if the hero is so good they don't...sometimes need help. NOT ALWAYS I MEAN. Just with like, the big stuff."

Like the boss.

Sure it might have been a game, but it was also training. Very important life training given the future of many who would join the army. So as much as Lunear might have found the idea he needed help annoying, the reality was he had to get used to it. There would be no future Lunear without.

His ego patted more and inflated to a point of near bursting with pride, the blue troll kid did his best to lead as confident and gallantly into the thick of it. A deep breath as the game changed, the treasure and boss- now in sight.

"Alright." He attempted to do the spin the sword in one hand but nearly dropped it. Points for trying at least.

"Don't worry my dear sidekick- I know just how to deal with this beast!" He charged forward, swinging his blade at the beast's wings.
"Cut it from the air- a crippled dragon is a dead dragon!" This time, Lunear was a bit more astute- minding the tail swipe.

To Lunear everything was deadly- it had to be. Game or not, this was combat training. Even the most basic of trolls could understand that. He also had to admire the craftsmanship of his foe- or well, of the one who made his foe. It was all very well done. The green blood was a nice touch really, even if it would have been better with a more orange or lower color. Just for..perhaps his own mental comfort. But in battle blood didn't matter.

Winning did.

While Hazzan got out of the way, Lunear used his still small size to take refuge behind a large rock for a brief time. When he came round the beast was on it's hind legs, looking still very intimidating. Yet he couldn't sit idle as a dragon wreaked havoc. It was his job to slay it!

As the dragon came back down to all fours to snap at the tiny troll, Lunear held his sword up, letting it's own weight be it's downfall. Stabbing through the scales wasn't a thing he could guarantee to do on his own so he let the dragon do it for him. "You gluttony shall be your undoing foul one! Taste cold steel!" Or something like that.

Lunear wasn't old enough for TrollCSI yet. Batbro was strangely very scrict in what she allowed him to watch on TV. But he did get to watch several other shows which were..less than kid friendly. Apparently Batbro didn't consider 'Dexter' to be a very bad show... though Lunear found a few scenes rather messy and slightly disturbing.

Shaking himself off from just instinct, he smiled when the chest came into view. There was his prize. Quest one: Completed! Dashing over in excitement, he dropped his sword as he grabbed the box. "Yessssssssssss." He hissed. Realizing that Hazzan was still watching him he coughed, getting back into character. "The treasure of the beast is something to be shared good sidekick! A true hero does his duty for the good of all- the loot is but a bonus!" He posed for a second before opening the chest.

Smoke and glitter waved away, the Helm was placed on the ground, the gummies set next to as he checked for anything else. Finding nothing. He smiled. "Shazwow." He uttered, slowly placing it on his own head.

Picking up the bag of candies, he nodded. "We are most fortuitous." The bag was opened, held up in offering. "Well, hold out your hands- I don't have a bag of holding for you else I'd use that." He fully intended to give her some because while he might have slain the beast... she'd been supremely helpful. And one good gesture could pay off down the road.