Blazing Descent (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

The boy had gone to the Descent again. Already down the annoying passage, he went from chamber to chamber, cautiously checking the contents before proceeding onward. It was probably unnecessary, but he wanted to be safe. Beneath his clothing was his new armor piece, which would likely have taken care of most issues he'd have. Between it and his growing strength, he felt that there would be no major issues on the trip. He just needed to pace himself and not do anything too risky. Fortunately, unless there was a good chance for amazing loot or riches, there was no reason for him to act stupid.

But if there was something exceedingly valuable, he very well may have screwed himself over, should the chance have appeared.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Doom Sword

• Brave Blade
• Mudoon

Absorb: Repel: Dark Null: Rs: Wk: Fire
Stasis Giant

• Makarakarn
• Gigantic Fist

Absorb: Repel: Null: Strike, Pierce Rs: Wk:
Phantom Lord

• Garudyne
• Auto-Sukukaja

Absorb: Wind Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Elec

[Akira Nakajima]

Three opponents appeared. One was a golem-type build, apparently lacking legs. One was a sword and an arm. The final was something that looked like a cross between a rogue and a mage. Their strength was obvious. These weren't the garden-variety Shadows he'd been dealing with everywhere else. It was a full team of powerful opponents. He'd need to play his cards right. Why did he decide to fight them at all? Because they were already aware of him. The sword and the giant were likely physical attackers. He really couldn't see the other opponent being a tank. Bringing out Alma Elma, he put a single layer of Rakukaja over himself before dashing in amongst the three. His plan? Evasion. Let them beat themselves to death for him.

Weaving between the giant and the sword-arm, he avoided two powerful attacks and had them hit each other. Seemed the sword did not resist impact-based attacks, and the giant took slashing blows pretty well. Good bit of research there. Alma Elma intercepted a blast of wind from the mage-thief Shadow. The boy's head throbbed. He set up another layer of Rakukaja as the three opponents recovered and tried to attack again. Again, the mage-thief-ghost thing fired a blast of wind at him. Rolling to the side, he let the giant behind him take the wind burst. The sword-arm slid in for another attempted attack. The boy rolled into the arm, just under the swing of the blade, and heard the slash hit the giant behind him. That was three solid attacks on the giant. Again, the behemoth tried to attack with its fist. The boy let go of the sword-arm and awkwardly slid away, rolling on the ground as the sword-arm was punched again.

Working smarter and harder got thing better than just working smarter. As the boy rose off his stomach, to his knees, the succubus finished layering Rakukaja. Forcing himself off the ground, he took the next burst of wind, which actually helped in pushing him onto his feet. He was out of range of the two physical attackers, but both were closing in. Shifting closer to the wind-ghost, he smirked slightly. Then, as the next punch came from the giant, he twirled away. It was exceedingly gratifying for him to watch other things- human or Shadow- to take those punches. Just so long as it wasn't him. The sword was coming up behind the giant. Akira whirled just into the sword's reach once it was close enough to the giant, prodded it into attacking, and then threw himself to the side to avoid the incoming attack, letting the giant take the slash. That was three slashes and a blast of wind. It was also the end of the giant.

What remained was the sword, having taken two blows from the giant, and the lich-thing, which took one punch from the giant. The ghost utilized wind, which meant it was almost definitely weak to lightning. The sword was vulnerable to striking blows, but he knew nothing else about it. Worst-case scenario, he could just beat the sword-arm down bit by bit after the ghost was out of the way. Regardless, getting back to his feet, his observed the field. The sword-arm was busy closing in on him. Either it knew no spells or it was just really wanting to cut someone. The ghost, of course, was trying to maintain a certain distance while prepping another attack. Moving between the two, there was no way the sword would reach the ghost, but the moment the ghost's wind shot, he shifted away, allowing the sword to take the blast. Immediately following up, the boy urged Alma Elma to use Agilao on the sword. Apparently, it was pretty effective. Enough to finish the sword off entirely. He hadn't really counted on that, but whatever worked worked, really.

Finally down to a one-on-one, the boy stretched his arms out. Fire should have been fine to use on the ghost, if one were to follow up on RPG standards. Granted, there was always the occasional case in which the system trolled a player by giving the enemy ridiculous stats or resistances. He just hoped that this would not be one of those cases. Urging for another Agilao, the boy began to charge at the ghost. The Agilao exploded in its face. Wind shot from the ghost, pummeling into the boy, but it did not stop his advance. Between the three layers of Rakukaja and the armor he had, there was little something short of a pumped-up physical strike or an ice blow could do to him in just one go. Even if that, technically, was the third one. Leveling his scissors, he slashed diagonally, down and to the right, and whirled into an up and right slash. Then, twirling to the ghost's side, he allowed another Agilao to blast into the ghost. Using that opening, he slashed in mid-twirl, hitting the phantom three times over before finally stopping in front of it. All the twirling just about made him feel dizzy, but he was stable enough to open the scissors wide and jab them up towards the ghost's “head”, effectively separating it from the Shadow's body. With that, the body dissolved.

And that was the end of the battle.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Satisfaction

[Akira Nakajima]

Stretching out, the boy felt a high level of satisfaction come over him. Three powerful opponents defeated, and he was still in relatively good shape. One Mediarama would fix him up, no problems. The main issue was whether he would retreat for the sheer safety of it or press onward for more searching. He swayed his hips from side to side, tilting his head to the opposite side with each movement. Go, or stay? Stay, or go? On the one hand, leaving was safer, since he could always return to fight the enemies while in fresh condition again. On the other, he could push himself and work within a certain realm of limitations- forcing himself to become increasingly methodical with his battles. Plus, potential loot. It really did go either way.

”Alma Elma, Mediarama. We're pressing on.” He announced finally. The healing powers bathed him in warmth, and what damage he had incurred during the battle vanished like magic. With a slight kick to his step, he made his way further into the Descent. Surely something nice would happen.