Minecraft III [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

Sometimes, Vice wondered just what the hell he was doing here. He was focused on getting stronger, though others might contest that as an obsession of sorts, and the lower mines had apparently been a scarcely explored place. That meant two possible things, with each option more or less leading to the same conclusion that the shadows here were obviously stronger than most of the other available areas.

The biker shook his head as he stretched out his awareness in order to try and scope the area around him. The lapses were becoming more and more frequent and somewhere at the back of his mind, Vice knew he needed to take a break, to take some kind of breather for a change but for some unquantifiable reason he simply kept going at this business of his. The trek heading here shouldn't have been enough to have the biker break into a sweat but as of the moment, the young man was already sucking in air.

The business graduate reasoned out with himself, convincing arguments being mentally thrown out until his feet finally decided to move forward again.

[Erithania]

Behold, squiggles.

Red Gigas

Skills
Gigantic Fist
Auto-Tarukaja

Null: Strike
Weakness: Pierce

Slightly Red Drive

Skills
Rainy Death
Auto-Rakukaja

Null: Pierce
Weakness: Lightning

Yellow Mother

Skills
Bufudyne
Ziodyne
Auto-Sukukaja

Null: Ice, Lightning
Weakness: Wind, Fire

[Vice Ysal]

"Goddamnit."

Again, it was happening. Where the hell were his swords? Hell, where the bloody shit was his gun? That thing was almost impossible to be separated from him and here he was, hiding behind some random cart weaponless and bleeding from god knows what. He was in pain, that much he could tell, and it probably came from the series of puncture wounds on his limbs. Not exactly the most amazing of outcomes but he was still alive and that was what was important. Flecks of memories then began to flood him as the biker was moving away from the cart.

And then the world began screaming at him to dodge and his body moved. Right over his head, some red skinned freak had lunged in an attempt to behead him with a goddamn punch! He was tired, he was in pain, and he was bleeding. And suddenly, Vice just stopped moving. Warily, the Gigas circled around him while two injured looking shadows joined the fray and circled the biker as well.

"I'll kill you." The pressure began to increase. "None of you leaves." The image of a demon king raised above Vice's profile as the sound of glasses shattering echoed around him. "Absolutely." His hand fell down. "None." And with that, a globe of purple energy, bigger than anything else he had been able to conjure before, fell in the middle of the group of enemies. The injured died, and the Gigas fell to its knee. Hollowed eyes looked over his opponent, and Vice once more called forth the energy brewing within his person and had Arondight fell his opponent once more. The Gigas had fallen flat to the ground yet it continued to live. It was still alive and Vice simply couldn't have that.

Again.

Again.

and Again until he could cast it no longer. When he came back to his senses, Vice found himself standing on a crater he had formed himself. Energy leaving his body, barely having enough to pull himself out properly, the young man fell on his back and clung to consciousness with a vice grip.

[Erithania]

Need to stop getting sidetracked.



You found glory and riches! Mostly the former, though.

[Vice Ysal]

It took Vice quite some time to finally get to walking again. He had been awake for some time, yes, but most of that time was spent trying to recuperate and unleash hell on the shadows who were trying to get to him. Current condition was difficult without any kind of support but at least the biker was finally getting used to the strain his new attacks were putting on him.

That and Arondight's make over was pretty damn good too. He didn't shout as much either which was a whole lot easier on him in the head. And conversation with his self was a hell of a lot better now since the guy didn't end up growling at every little thing. A coherent partner for conversation inside his head. Hah, Vice wasn't sure if he was supposed to be glad or sorry for himself.