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Status: Healthy / Rested Mood: High Spirits, High Expectations It was a bright sunny day, the wind blowing gently, ruffling 0XF0RD's hair as he walked through the forest. In his hand he held a notebook, making a small To-Do list as he wandered around to nowhere in particular. 1. Fight monsters. Nothing too hard, we don't need to check up on Elkeid and her lemonade business too soon. 2. Befriend monsters. No better way of making friends with them than by beating their friends into oblivion. 3. Cuddle monster friends and cavort through nature. I think it explains itself. 0XF0RD found himself inside a large, open area, surrounded by large amounts of trees, creating what he would call the 'Survival of the Fittest Cage Fight Tournament.' He began to sketch the area, making a note of it's location, when all of a sudden, 3 Dull Green Slimes jumped out at him. It was a good thing I bought those pieces of armor before heading out. He figured that the starter set wouldn't provide much in the way of offense/defense. It wasn't anything special, but it would help him out for the first couple levels of necessary EXP grinding. Hmm, well, I could try to tame one, but the idea of cleaning up all that gunk is discouraging. All 3 fell before the blade, 0XF0RD taking little damage in the encounter. The EXP fodder offered very little gold upon their demise, as well as little EXP. As he was picking up the loot, he noticed a rabbit, a Frenmic Rabbit, staring at him from the bushes across from him. Their eyes met, and both stood still. Time crawled at a snail's pace. 0XF0RD was a victim for anything cute, and he realized that he must make attempts to tame this creature. How do you Scout again? I can't just walk up to it and recruit it to whatever imaginary sports team I'm currently managing, thought 0XF0RD, wondering where that thought suddenly came from. Relying on what little real-life experience he had, he crouched down even further and held out his hand to the rabbit, trying to convey his kindness through the gesture. The rabbit hesitantly moved out of the bush, slowly moving towards him. It's little rabbit nose twitched as it sniffed 0XF0RD's hand. Gah, that's adorable, he thought, not daring to say it aloud for fear of startling it. All of a sudden it's ears perked up. Rustling could be heard from the bushes, increasingly getting closer. 0XF0RD was now face-to-face with a Young Pittered Boar, one with a nasty disposition at that. Words: 425 Tags: @0x1dea

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Status: Mostly Fine / Somewhat Tired Mood: Startled, But Still Alive The boar snorted as it pawed at the ground, giving 0XF0RD enough time to check its stats before the beast charged. Level 3. But since it had no offensive power (due to its lack of tusks), it shouldn't be too much of a threat. His armor and weapon were powerful enough to withstand the attacks and was able to down it within two strikes. Before 0XF0RD landed the second strike, the boar emitted a squeal, sounding like a cry for help. 0XF0RD felt a pang of pity as the young boar emitted its wail, but it asked for it. The minute it charged him, endangering the life of his attempted rabbit friend, the creature had signed its own death warrant. 0XF0RD sat down on the grass, the air getting cooler as the sun began to set. The first stars of the night began to peek from their spots in the sky, twinkling above him like jewels on a dark velvet, similar to the shopping windows of the gaudy jewelry stores he would pass whenever he would relax at the mall with a friend. He didn't have any girl in particular that he liked, but he figured if that one-in-a-million girl was out there (hiding from him, evidently), she would be ecstactic if she received one of those pretty shining stars as a present. "Tch, what sappy thoughts," 0XF0RD muttered to himself, abruptly wiping the whole scenario from his head. He wandered around some more while he had some hours of daylight left, taking out a couple more Slimes and Young Boars while walking around. He came across some other players wandering around (he thought he even saw Caer running around at one point), but decided to avoid making any contact. There could be a wild, crazy PKer out there, out looking for players instead of mobs, he thought to himself. It was better for him to avoid interaction for now, as walking around with other people would distract him. The sky finally turned dark, a full moon lighting up the area. Since this was a forest, the trees blocked out most of the light, making it difficult to proceed any further. Finding a nice, thick tree not too far from a patch of moonlight, 0XF0RD propped his sword and shield against the trunk and tried to get comfortable. A small pair of eyes shone in the leaves of the bushes, and then disappeared, unnoticed by 0XF0RD. The rustle of the creature leaving roused 0XF0RD, but the wind was blowing. Dismissing the disturbance as a breeze, 0XF0RD closed his eyes again, falling into a deep slumber. Words: 435 Tags: @0x1dea

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Status: Mostly Fine / Rested Mood: Welcome to the Jungle A large rustling within the bushes awoke 0XF0RD from his sleep, causing him to fall on his side as he shook his head. A large, Pittered Boar (Level 7, judging from the in-game display) came stomping through the brush, its eyes narrowing and its nostrils flaring upon seeing 0XF0RD, immediately aggroeing on the Adventurer before it. 0XF0RD rolled out of the way, barely dodging the tusks as the beast charged into the tree that he had been lying against. The boar struggled as it tried to get free, its tusks stuck in the trunk due to the force of its charge. 0XF0RD used the opportunity to grab his sword and shield, quickly re-equipping them before the beast removed itself from its tango with the tree. The chain mail lay next to tree, abandoned by 0XF0RD since he knew he wouldn't have enough time to equip it. Splinters flew everywhere as the huge boar ripped itself from the tree's embrace, some of them hitting 0XF0RD. Instinctively, he raised his shield to his face, not wanting to scratch his glasses. He would be fine if he didn't wear them (since the game took those things into account, somehow), and it would just feel wrong to be running around without them. Once the splinter rain had stopped, he lowered his shield, only in time to see the boar charging head on at him. The force knocked 0XF0RD on his rear, crashing into the bushes behind him. He desperately tried to realign himself, hearing the creature snort through its nose as it readied to attack again. 0XF0RD managed to pull his sword out of his sheathe, and stuck it into the ground to use as support to pull himself out of the snagging branches. The twigs grabbed at his clothes like some sort of crazy stalker woman was trying to undress him. Ripping himself free from the bush's snare, the boar charged a second time. This time, 0XF0RD was prepared, digging his feet firmly in the ground as the beast stampeded. Taking the longsword in two hands, 0XF0RD released a deep yell as he thrust the blade into the creature's eye. The creature emitted a squeal, but its momentum was too great, 0XF0RD's sword embedded to the hilt in the creature's eye. The creature dispelled into a dazzling array of bits, showering gold as it disappeared. 0XF0RD exhaled in relief, bending over to pick up his chain mail. Before putting it on, he noticed that his clothes had little bits of twig and debris from falling into the bush. 0XF0RD frowned as his fingers found a couple holes in his shirt, his fingertips wiggling as he found them. It was a shirt from his quests back on the American server that he got with his friends. It wasn't a quest reward or anything, just a nice, comfy green shirt that one of his friends bought for him. They gave it to him out of kindness, since they all had joined the same party to do a quest. 0XF0RD hadn't been in the game for awhile, and had put his armor in a smithery to get it upgraded. He received the armor once it was completed, but forgot to put it on before they started. They completed the quest, so they gave 0XF0RD the nickname 'SHAMR0XF0RD' for a while, since the green brought him good luck. ...It might be time to retire this old thing, he thought as he put on his chain mail. Then, the all-too-familiar sound of rustling leaves could be heard. Unlike the first time, the rustling was accompanied by a pounding of hooves. Boars, both the Young Pittered and Pittered variety, burst from the bushes, along with a couple Dull Green Slimes as well. Where on earth did all these guys come from?! Then it hit him: the yell from earlier. It must have activated his Anchor Howl ability as he finished off the Pittered Boar from earlier. "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!" he yelled as he turned around and broke out of the clearing, the monsters right on his tail as both the Adventurer and the enemy mobs crashed through the woods. Words: 695 Tags: @0x1dea

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Status: Healthy / Rested Mood: Just Go With the Floor It felt like ages as 0XF0RD ran on, the monsters still hot on his tail. Yet, despite it all, 0XF0RD didn't feel winded in the least. In fact, he was beginning to feel almost...euphoric. Like a foot-racer who achieves that 'Runner's High', 0XF0RD was starting to feel the same way. Finding a wider area to maneuver around in, 0XF0RD dashed into it and turned to face the monsters, a hint of a smirk on his face as they came rushing towards him. The Adventurer and the mobs faced each other, coming to a standoff. The boars seemed to be a little winded, but the slimes came slowly oozing forward. One even oozed over the back of one of the bigger boars, splatting on the ground as it fell off the boar's head. The sudden break was enough for 0XF0RD to assess the monsters. 2 Pittered Boars, 3 younger ones, and 2 slimes. The slimes are the weakest, and they're also slowest, so picking them off should be no problem. But I can't pick them off with the two bigger boars there, they'll charge me the minute I run. Looking at the levels, the larger boars were both Level 6, the lowest possible level for their particular breed. However, the 3 younger boars were higher levels, two of them Level 5 and the other Level 4. If it were one on one, none of these monsters would be standing right now. The beasts were getting their second wind, approaching 0XF0RD as they did so. He instinctively took a step back, but felt the base of a large tree as his foot moved. Looking at the trunk, he noticed that the trunk had two large holes in it, like someone had thrusted giant lances into it and twisted them back out. Despite all that's happened, I've been running in circles the whole time. An idea rushed into his head, as the beasts moved slowly forward, believing their prey had nowhere else to go. Before they took another step, 0XF0RD took a deep breath, and let it all out in one powerful burst. Anchor Howl was now in effect. Boy, I hope that was a good idea. The monsters immediately gathered their collective aggro and rushed at 0XF0RD, the slimes being quickly overtaken by the boars. 0XF0RD waited, and waited, and waited until the boars were nearly upon him. He could feel the tips of the bigger boars' tusks whoosh past him as he threw himself to the side, landing on the floor. The younger boars still crashed into him, but the damage was much less significant compared to the bigger boars' attacks, should they have connected. Quickly picking himself up, he unleashed two horizontal slashes at the slimes, both disintegrating upon contact with the sword. Using his buckler, he knocked one of the smaller boars aside, using quick vertical slices to down the other two. One of the bigger boars managed to get free, and was now facing 0XF0RD, its eyes gleaming red in the night. Not giving it a chance to rush forward, he charged forward, closing the space in almost an instance (an Assassin would have been waiting there already, drinking tea if this were a race). The close distance didn't give the boar any room to charge at 0XF0RD, but on the downside, it put 0XF0RD within range of those razor sharp tusks. Seeing that they would be a problem, 0XF0RD took his sword and cleaved one tusk off, followed quickly by the other. The boar almost looked like it had tears in its eyes, it's prized tusks chopped off by this blundering Adventurer. Not wanting to see the boar cry, 0XF0RD unleashed a flurry of offensive attacks, whittling away at its health until it blasted into oblivion. The younger boar, upon seeing this, bolted away from the scene, squealing as it escaped back into the bushes. Intimidated? By me? Impossible, the beast's aggro must have worn off. The other boar was firmly planted against the tree, still trying to shake itself free. 0XF0RD prepared to defend himself against the second one, but it still remained stuck to the tree, waiting for the tree to whisper its secrets to it. Seeing as it was going nowhere, 0XF0RD sheathed his sword and walked off, leaving the other boar behind as an example to others should they be watching from the bushes. The same pair of eyes from the beginning of the night were there before, the owner making not a sound as they faded from view. Again, they went unnoticed by possibly one of the most inept Adventurers ever. Words: 770 Tags: @0x1dea Avalon

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This was just another hunting excursion. Same old, same old. It was almost reaching sundown with the intimidating sun lingering just above the horizon, ready to hide from the world's eyes. She sighed knowing that hunting in the darkened surroundings would make it a bit more difficult to spot her prey with just her eyes. Still, she still was of the Wolf Hair race so her heightened senses would make it slightly easier for her to hunt in the dark hopefully. She actually never hunted in the nighttime before, only in the afternoon when beasts would likely be most active and about. She wasn't a close combat fighter since she specialized in using a bow weapon. In fighting, making every shot count was the most important than getting injured. Using a bow, she realized after testing out her bow and arrow that she was able to shoot to at least forty yards away from her target without losing too much power and velocity. Any further, she would most likely lose that power and have less accuracy in hitting her target. She continued stalking in the forest, lightly moving her feet forward as she tried to not make a sound as she walked onward to find some prey to capture or destroy depending on the situation on hand.

The air was cool and damp making her shiver slightly and caused her to have goosebumps, all her small skin hairs to stand upright. It reminded her of a memory, not too long ago when she and some friends went on a so-called ghost hunting adventure since there had been some rumors of some people seeing a ghostly old woman figure walking around in an abandoned mansion. She had been opposed to joining the ghost hunting adventure but she didn't want to appear scared and say no right then and there in front of all her friends. The weather was nearly the same cold and damp and she was cautious and alert constantly. But that night, there was no sign of that ghostly figure. She had thought it was just the placement of the furniture in that mansion that made others think that there was actually was something in there. She had been spooked and cautious by nothing. It turned out to be a hoax for publicity. That was such a stupid idea. Nothing good came out of it. But now, she had every reason to be alert and cautious. A variety of monsters could ambush her at any given moment especially in this darkened Greatwood.

After passing by many trees and bushes along the way, she was almost to the point of giving up on hunting. There wasn't much activity anyway. It was a darn shame since she had wanted to get some experience on hunting and shooting in a different time of the day when she would feel most vulnerable, as much as she disliked that idea of doing so and being in that state. She needed to get used to battling in a variety of environments and states of mind. Although she was of a assassin type main class, she disliked being alone and being in the dark. She actually didn't fear it as much as some other people, it was more that it made her anxious. When people would ask her why she didn't like the dark, she would always reply, 'it's the absence of light.' The light was like a warmth and made her calm. It was a feeling she cherished and solely welcomed any time. This was why she regretted her agreeing to have her cousins choose her classes in the game when she excused herself to use the bathroom. She would have chosen either a main class of a bard or maybe an enchanter. Suddenly, she saw specks of data from not too far away float into wind and disappear into an oblivion and then a loud grating squealing noise most likely from some type of boar. What the? Was an adventurer nearby? She wanted to find out though hoped she won't be risking herself to be in danger. That was something she wouldn't be looking forward to. Even though she would probably land herself in the cathedral if she died, she knew the feeling of dying in a battle wouldn't be pretty and that would be much pain involved.

After lightly rushing over the clearing where the sounds and data originated from, she was greeted with the scene of an adult pitted boar, level six charging at some guy walking away from the clearing. She contemplated on yelling at the guy that a boar was coming his way but that would attract even more attention if more boars were nearby so she made a quick decision to just take action to save the guy. Because she was of the Hunter sub-class, she would deal twenty percent more damage than usual. Quick Draw. She immediately grabbed her bow, clutched it tightly, pulled the string back, and released the arrow toward her target. Whoosh! The charging level six boar immediately disappeared into bits and pieces of data with grating squeal and then their was silence. She breathed a relaxing sigh after that adrenaline rush. It was a bit unfortunate that she destroyed the pitted boar. She frowned thinking that she could have hit the shoulder or legs instead. Doing that, she could have kept it alive enough to sell or trade it to some chef, animal trainer class or maybe a lander. Rewards were a nice perk to hunting. Maybe next time. She greeted the guy, "Man, you gotta' watch your back," giving him a wide smile unconsciously baring her front fangs. Oh wait, what? She felt the air getting hotter and tension rise. Was it just her? She and the guardian she recognized as Oxford were surrounded by three level seven pitted boars. They were too close. She was a ranged fighter so she wasn't in her element but she guessed she could adapt to the situation she always did. He was a guardian so that at least comforted even by a little. If he could distract them for a bit, she could shoot all three pitted boars. She joked slightly, "Go be a guardian and protect me?" and grinned, "I'll shoot them down" and clutched her bow tightly.

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HP: 90% MP: 95% Mood: An Awkward Memory Returns Current Equipment: - Weapon: Antiqua Longsword - Armor: Antiqua Buckler / Antiqua Chain Mail Oxford stood there as he tried to process everything that had happened in the last minute. The cracking of wood caused him to turn around, the adult boar that was previously stuck in the tree was now charging at him full steam. Oxford didn't have enough time to draw his sword, or equip his shield, the boar catching him in complete surpise. (I should've know that the tree would hold it for much longer...) Not seeing any other option, he braced himself for the impact, but it never hit. Instead, an arrow suddenly erupted out the side of the boar, disintegrating it completely. A dark-haired Wolf-Hair girl stepped out of the bushes, a very familiar face, but he couldn't place his finger on it. It was when she smiled that he remembered. The Assassin from before, when he tried to recruit members in his weird introverted way (by yelling in the Town Square at London). Oxford would have replied with a 'Thanks for the assist', or something along those lines, but he was too stunned by the sudden surge of those embarrassing memories that he couldn't say anything. Three level 7 adult Pittered Boars jump from the overgrowth and trees, each one cutting off any way of escaping from the encounter. Oxford's mind snapped back to the present, disregarding the past for now as he drew his sword and raised his buckler, the Wolf-Hair Assassin standing behind him. He didn't get a chance to look at her information details to get her level (or her name, for that matter), so he had no idea if she was prepared to be facing beasts on her own. (Well, the fact that she took out a Level 6 with one bolt means that this isn't her first battle.) The Assassin's voice sounded out behind him, breaking the tactical plan he was forming to get the both of them out of here. "Go be a guardian and protect me?" she said, grinning at Oxford as she said it. "I'll shoot them down!" He could see her grip tighten visibly on the hefty crossbow she was carrying. Oxford flashed her a grin of his own and a thumbs-up. He turned back to face the boars. He approached a couple of steps, making sure he was the only one between the Assassin and the boars. The early morning sun began to shine, it's light poking through the trees. Oxford noticed this and scanned the woods outside of them, double-checking there weren't anymore enemies in the area. (Good. No need to hold back now.) Oxford took a deep breath, then emitted it in a deep yell, the sound starting in his stomach then moving upwards to hopefully create a more intimidating image to the boars. Anchor Howl was now in effect, the attention of the boars belonging solely to Oxford, and to him alone. All three of the boars raced towards him, exactly as he planned. He accessed his Skill Menu, and selected another skill, a newer one that he got after leveling up with his earlier encounters. It was called 'Aura Saber', a wide yield strike move. He twisted his body at the torso, his longsword shining with a powerful glow. Oxford swung the sword in a horizontal arc in front of him, as hard as he could. The trail left behind as he swung the sword flew at the boars, erupting at their feet. The boars were knocked back, but it wasn't enough to finish them off. (Tch. I'm gonna have to work on that.) He stood his ground, waiting for the Assassin to make her move. Oxford readied his shield, in case one happened to make a sudden dash at him. Words: 617 Tags: @0x1dea Avalon

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AVALON,

She frowned in having expected some sort of form of appreciation for destroying the pitted boar who had charged at him. So much for respect. But that wasn't the main problem at the moment, three pitted boars surrounded them and prevented them from escaping from ground level. She possibly could jump onto the trees before the boars could reach her but the wolf hair race she had, prevented her from doing just that. Instead, it caused her to become excited for the hunt. The boars were her prey and hers alone. But unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to accomplish that task on her own. She would need some assistance. With the prospect of the supposed hunt and combat, her wolf hair features became more evident to anyone around her. A person would clearly guess what race she was without pulling up the description screen. Wolf Hair. Her normal Elder Tale round purple eyes transformed into animalistic yellow color, wild and dangerous. Immediately, a triangular shaped and rounded across the top broad wolf ears protruded from the top of her head. On the outer rim of the ears, she developed dark course fur with hints of purple . On the bottom portion of her newly grown broad ears, it became a mixture of light and darker tones of the black markings. The edge of her wolf highlighted ears shined like shadows as it became a contrast against the darkened parts of the forest. She felt awkward as she twitched for a moment feeling that light weight on her head appearing so suddenly and the disappearance of her human ears on the sides of her head. Avalon knew that she should have already became used to the changes in her appearance due to her wolf hair race since she already fought before but it unfortunately might probably a little while longer. An about twenty centimeter length of jet back bushy tail with darker tones on the top and light tones on the bottom appeared from behind. Her tail was horizontal and straight as if ready to attack at any moment's notice. She had eventually learned that her wolffish tail gave her stability in maintaining balance especially in aerobatic movements in fighting and running for long distances. Even though she had wanted to choose the elf race rather than the wolf hair race because of their affinity toward archery, she began to enjoy the animalistic characteristics that heightened her senses. She widened her eyes in mild surprise when he returned her grin and gave her a seemingly friendly thumbs-up in agreement and confirmation. Recomposing herself she responded quickly, "Thanks," and looked toward her targets. It had been a while since she had been around someone who seemed genuinely like a nice person. She couldn't pinpoint the clear reason but she felt he was a guy who didn't expect anything in return for helping an individual. Still, there was that saying that appearances were deceiving. It could just be a facade. She would be naive for truly trusting him. He might be giving off that certain vibe of friendliness to get her comfortable and trust him and use that to manipulate her late. She had enough of being around people like that. In all honesty, she carried a facade of her own with her carefree and friendly exterior. Inside, she was a person who didn't trust easily and was vengeful, retaliating when the person who wronged her would least expect it. But in this potentially dangerous situation since she had not decided to run away, she was obligated to trust the male guardian, Oxford. Besides, He was perfect type of adventurer at the moment for attracting the three level seven pitted boars' aggro, which would give her the extra time to load her crossbow, aim, and shoot her bolt. It would allow her to shoot her bolt with more accuracy towards the three pitted boars surrounding them. Although the three pitted boars were smaller than her and Oxford, they looked intimidating and quite imposing. She just had glanced and saw that the way they held themselves, stiff-legged and forward as if ready to lunge at any moment. All three of them bared their large protruding tusks ands she easily noticed their sharp wild teeth. Their mouths disgustingly began heavily foaming that she frowned and scrunched her nose in annoyance. Not only that, all three of the pitted boars harmoniously began making grunting noise in different tones. She was thankful that the guardian walked away from her and toward the pitted boars about to execute some move that hopefully would help the battle situation. If she had to be honest with herself, the guardian, Oxford who she thought was just an obnoxious adventurer trying to get attention in their last meeting looked like he was in his element and seemed to exude maturity. That was good. It hopefully meant that he would be confident in his abilities and would not hesitate. Every moment in battle was important. Suddenly, she noticed that the surroundings became lighter signaling that the sun was surely coming over the horizon. She wanted to look at the sun most likely coming over the horizon of a mixture of light and dark hues. It would make a beautiful painting. But she had more important things to do instead, she forced herself to continue concentrating on the battle at hand. While her temporary partner would be busy with his guardian type moves, she decided to spend the time in-between to get ready her attack and load her crossbow to shoot. She held her crossbow close to her and carefully placed two bolts instead of the normal just one bolt in the crossbow's stock groove as she narrowed her eyes in concentration as she cautiously slid both bolts' nock point up toward the string. She really wasn't looking forward to not placing the bolts in the correct position and her shooting to backfire on her. That would be utterly embarrassing and humiliating even to herself. While in the process of loading her crossbow, she heard deep yelling noise that sounded like it was coming from Oxford. For a second, she felt the ground shake erratically as the guardian's move seemed to have caused the three pitted boars to charge toward their location. For a second, it had made Avalon anxious thinking that the pitted boars would come after her but she didn't feel a presence coming near her. It was a relief as she gave a small smile remembering that was the role of a guardian and she did say 'protect me?' Finally finishing with the loading of her crossbow, she stood upright and erect as she she surveyed her targets. She placed the end of the crossbow on her right shoulder in order to maintain balance and stability while aiming for her targets. A bright glowing blue light coming from Oxford's long sword slightly decreased her vision from following the aggressive pitted boars. Fortunately, it did not last long. The move had caused the pitted boars to forcefully knocked back from their current positions. Now that the move was dying down, she had to decide what her options were. She knew she had the advantage with her being of the Hunter class, giving her twenty percent more damage on beast monsters. Her targets began charging back toward but now, their movements were unpredictable and erratic. All three of them dashed as they zig-zagged in different directions. Which pitted boar should she aim for? She darted her eyes intently and began to concentrate fully on what she should do. The left pitted boar was the closest to her position so that would likely be the most obvious choice to shoot at. The other pitted boars were charging toward Oxford but one of them was crazed and grunted the loudest, not seeming to care if it's life was in danger. It looked ready to kill. She had readied a rapid shot attack but was it accurate enough for a kill shot? She had to chance it. Releasing the two bolts, both were sent zooming toward her target. Faster and faster. Unfortunately, she frowned when the first bolt only grazed the side of the pitted boar. But fortunately, it caused the boar to slow down grunting in pain and allow the second bolt to destroy the boar into bits of data. It was a darn shame that she couldn't use rapid shot to kill two boars in just one move.

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Down for the Count Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail Skills: Counter Break Even as the morning sun began to shine its rays upon the sleeping earth, Oxford's vision couldn't process the object that had caused the raging boar to suddenly disappear. (Drat. I couldn't keep them all focused on me.) He turned his attention back to the two boars before him, foam and spittle drooling from their mouths as they growled at him. Normally, the young boars wouldn't intimidate him, but these seemed to be much more agressive, almost as if they were the real thing. Oxford raised his shield in case somehow the system had messed up and was showing him the wrong statistics for the beast. The boars charged at him, grunting as they rushed. Oxford was prepared if they made such a move, and activated his <Counter Break> once they were upon him. If it were a single boar, it would have been knocked back, allowing him to chain into another attack. Since it was two boars attacking simultaneously, it was treated as a Level 14 attack, knocking Oxford backwards, suffering from the recoil in the process. As he tried to recover, one of the boars slammed into him. Oxford managed to shield himself, but it wasn't fast enough, the attacking shaving off more of his HP. He swung his longsword at the beast, eliminating the boar. Now only one remained. Oxford turned his eyes on the beast, giving it a glare as he stood back up. He raised his sword, pointing it at the beast as he slowly moved forward, daring it to move. "You guys are starting to wearing me out..." A quick stab of the sword snuffed what remained of the young boar's HP, its bits floating to the sky above. The battle over, Oxford breathed a sigh, half of it from relief, the other half from exhaustion. He sheathed his sword and slumped against a tree, wanting to do nothing more than to fall asleep after running around for most of the night. Oxford had been so focused on the battle that he nearly forgot he had a travel companion. "Oh, I forgot to thank you from earlier. You really pulled my rear out of the fire there." He attempted to get back up, feeling a little stiff as he did so. The Guardian walked over to the Assassin and extended his hand out to her. "My name's Oxford. As you could probably tell, I'm a Guardian. Also, I apologize for my behavior from when we first met back in London. Everything had happened so suddenly I couldn't think straight." He raised his other hand to his mouth, failing to stifle the yawn that escaped his mouth in time. Words: 444 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Avalon