(LV1 GRIND) FRANK! NO! [Saber, Eisbaer]

[Nova]

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[attr="class","textie"]The sun's light crept into the small room of the abandoned building, the pungent smell of mold filled his nostrils. He shivered from the cold and dank room he had took refuge in for the night. Nova was still trying to adjust to his new life in this world. He had no clue how to cope and adapt to this situation, frankly he was terrified. Terrified to the point that he would hole himself up in a broken down, abandoned building until he could actually figure out what to do.[break][break]

He took a deep breath, no matter how scared he was, he had no choice but to abide to the rules of the world if he wanted to live. He struggled to get to his feet as his stomach started to growl and gurgle, "Guess hunger is still a thing here." He curled and unfurled his fingers repeatedly before picking up his dagger that sat against the wall. He never wielded a weapon before, well most people his age probably never held an actual weapon aside from a gun, possibly. He pushed himself outside the door to find that the streets was filled people of all types and various races, from cat people to people with strange marking over their body. He felt like the odd one out, especially since he came out of an empty building.[break][break]

It felt like everyone's eyes was on him, even though they actually weren't. He wanted to shrink away back into the broken down shack he called his home, but his stomach rumbled again. Gritting his teeth, he slinked into the ongoing crowd while trying to make himself as small as possible. He took quick glances at his surroundings, slowly becoming in awe of the people who walked along the same street. They seemed as if they were able to associate their everyday life into this new world with no problem, they carried themselves with pure confidence. Aster thought if he would ever be able to do that one day, he honestly never liked being the shy person he was. Even the slightest bit of attention made him freeze up most of the time. Though as he began to expand more on the thought of the new world, maybe this was his chance to actually try to re-invent himself. This was a fresh start for him to force himself out of his shell and project himself as a person.[break][break]

He looked around town for potential prospects for a job he could work off from, his first stop was the weapon shop. As soon as went in, he met a beauty who seemed to own the place or at least be working here. The first thing that he noticed was the soft, fluffy tails she had. They were beautiful to say the least, but he didn't have the guts to openly admit it. Before he could open to mouth to introduce himself, the shop owner took the initiative when she started speaking a mile a minute, "Well, hello stranger. Welcome to my humble little shop, my name is Reyla Okari. Did you come to check out my wares, help me with something or check me out?" "I-I came here t-" he stammered and stuttered so much by the sudden barrage of questions while his face gave away a hint of red. He wasn't ready for such a high level encounter, there was no way he could handle it right off the bat. She gave of a sigh, "If you're here to help me with something, then I got nothing for ya. You're better off heading off to the fields, maybe there's something for you to do. Though do come back when you have the courage to talk to me."[break][break]

Mouth agape, he stood at the front door without a word to say before actually realizing what she had said. "Um, thank you," he said before leaving out the door and Reyla waving him off. Nova took her advice and headed straight to the fields, though as he was making his way out of downtown. It dawned on him that she never said what fields, with a town this big there was bound to be a few well known fields. Not like this, he crouched down and hugged his knees. A gentle breeze wafted against him and on that breeze a loud voice rung in his ears. "DAMN IT FRANK! HOW MANY TIMES DOES THIS MAKE IT?!" Nova quickly got up, forcing himself to move towards the commotion. There was a small group of people already forming a crowd, apparently one of the guards was leading a pack of wild boars outside of town. No words could explain this spectacle as amusing as it was to watch. Nova soon found himself in front of the group without his realizing it as he was having a bit of a laughing fit. From the pack of boars, a trio pigs stopped after hearing the boy's guffawing. With a few snorts and a grunts, they pressed their hooves against the Mother and made a sprint.[break][break]

After finally calming down, something felt really off. Nova looked around and found no one behind him and looked back to the fool known as Frank and saw that the pack had gotten smaller. He heard loud squeals that was only getting louder by the minute. He saw that three of the boars was charging his way, he couldn't run away or he'd risk leading them into town. His legs started to shiver and shake as he panickly took out his weapon, "Damn it, Aster. Get yourself together, you can't afford to lose wuss out now." Nova took in one deep breath before charging the three boars with his weapon at his side, he had to steel himself somehow even if it meant running right into the fray. He focused on the palm of his off hand and imagined a flickering light, a small warmth appeared in his hand but quickly vanished afterwards. Huh? Why didn't it work? He questioned before catching his foot on the ground and falling face first.[break][break]

Just...perfect, this is how I wanted to make my debut, he trembled as he tried to get himself off the ground. The boars had slowed their march and cornered him from three sides, he shut his eyes being scared of his fate. "Damn it," he clenched his teeth, grabbing his dagger off the ground. As the pigs leapt at him, Nova quickly spun around with his dagger out in front of him. The boars fell back after getting cut from the tiny blade. His heart was racing and his breathing was uneven, but he was happy he was able to get out of that unscathed for the most part, "I'm glad I took that Windmill Shuffle move." Nova held his dagger close to his chest, trying to hold his ground and seem intimidating. "I'm going to need help if I'm going to make it out of this," he said with beads of sweat dripping from his face.

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Saber Eisbaer

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Two bodies were nestled in the bed, seeking refuge from the cold, dreary weather outside. The taller and leaner of the two, Constance, took up little of the comforter. She rather enjoyed nights like these; heavy with rain and a pervading chill. Even now, she was dressed in little more than an old university tee and a pair of boy shorts. Meanwhile, the woman beside her was stuffed into a proper set of pjs, and buried deeper within the blanket.

Maddie was quick to complain about the slightest hint of chill. She hated London weather with a passion, despite having been born and raised in the city. She often spoke of moving somewhere with a favorable climate, though Constance only humored her. Even if they wanted to, packing up and leaving simply wasn't an option right now. Brexit was a horrible mistake and constant thorn in her side, but she was not going to abandon her home because a bunch of bigots finally showed their true colors.

The woman carefully detached herself from her lover, wincing slightly as the other woman stirred. As heavy a sleeper Maddie was, she had a knack for waking up at the wrong time...or right, depending. It was a matter of perspective. But no, she disliked drawing attention to her problems and worries. Wasn't it enough that she'd spent the better part of a night completely vulnerable, bruised and raw like an exposed nerve?

Constance tentatively tapped her jaw, gone black since the incident. There were similar marks further up and around her torso, though nothing serious enough to warrant a visit to the hospital. Maddie, of course, was adamant that they report it regardless. Con refused out of pride and a lack of faith in the authorities. Besides, she'd gotten in a few licks herself, and would prefer to settle things on her own.

A cigarette would also be good. A cigarette was necessary.

The woman silently padded out of the room to her study, the familiar urge to twirl a cancer stick around her fingers mounting. She knew she had a problem, though it wasn't so bad that she could finish a pack in a single day...anymore. It was one of those things Maddie had gotten on to her about, and now her daily limit was five a day. The upcoming one was to be her seventh.

Yet, no sooner had she slipped one out of the pack and tucked it between her teeth, did she notice something was odd. For one, the cancer stick tasted and felt all wrong; the best way for her to describe it was to compare it to home rolled cigs. And two: the lighter in her hand was sporting a flame much too large for the tiny stick. It was a wonder her entire arm had not gone up in flames. Thirdly, there was a strangely dressed and furry dwarf squatting on her desk. Funnily enough, the scariest part of this dream was the existence of her ex.

With a groan, the woman now known as Eisbaer spat out the twig and slumped back against the tree. She wasn't home, recovering from an assault by a bigot, and she most certainly was not trying to sneak a smoke like a naughty teenager. "neep." She rubbed at her mouth with barely contained anxiety. The uneasiness from the dream was rapidly depleting, yet her unending desire for nicotine remained. Going cold turkey was a bitch, further exasperated by her insomnia. She honestly couldn't remember much of the past few days, but people like that Frank NPC made her snap.

She stared wearily at that same man now, looping back into his pathetic and scripted life. The fool was destined to be used as a prompt to entice Adventurers into questing, and one of his latest victims was a white haired boy with a little knife. Constance was not in the right frame of mind to notice the soft growl sounding from her throat, or the other telltale features of her race. She almost yelled out at the boy for disturbing her (impromptu) nap. Instead, she haphazardly fired off a Flameburst in the direction of one of the boars.

The boar squealed in alarm, nearly tripping over the grass itself as the bolt of fire lit up the patch of ground behind it. Clearly, the woman had not yet grown accustomed to her weapons and abilities yet. The boar looked from the woman with the heavy bags under her eyes, to the boy he and the rest of his crew were ganging up on. Constance bared her teeth back at it, toying with the idea of sinking her fangs into the little pig...and cringing at the thought. Digital or not, raw pig was still raw, and this one looked more inclined to turn on her.

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✏: I woke up like this
@: Nova Saber

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[Saber]

「Faster!」Saber twirled his sword and sliced across his chest, his aged weapon whistling as he snapped it in his wrist. A heavy clang rattled as the edge collided with the armored tail of his Salamander. The creature hissed, a breath of smoke rolling from its two nostrils as its eyes focused on Saber’s eyes. The Summoner’s own eyes narrowed. He clutched the hilt and ripped, swatting the tail away before shifting right. With a quick jerk, his left hand crossed his body, the tip of his sword cutting at the Salamander again. The lizard backed away, and right into the line of Saber’s jab as he thrust the end forward.

The tip hovered just an inch from the center point between the Salamander’s eyes, threatening to jab forward as the tension in the air thickened. The two stopped, frozen in the silence of their bout. Saber’s arm was still, its precise movements similar to that of a doctor’s during surgery. His hand didn’t shake and the end of his blade remained focused on the sweet spot. The only true movement was the flame on the end of his Salamander’s tail.

「Again.」Saber snapped his sword back and jumped away. His Salamander took several paddles back and swayed his tail steadily, the flame brightening. The Summoner sheathed his katana and then took his stance. His hips twisted, his left hand steadied his scabbard, and his right hand squeezed the center of the blade’s aged hilt. The old fabric straps twisted in his grasp. When he was ready, he took in a breath and focused on his partner.

The breath he held loitered in his throat, tensing his body as he silently counted. Just as he was about to lose that breath, a twig snapped. Saber darted forward at the sound and then dove to his right. A bright flame ignited from the mouth of his foe, torching the forest’s open space and pouring heat out into the area. Saber sucked in another breath as he bounced to his feet and slid to his right, skidding across the low grass to the left side of the Salamander. It’s mouth shut and it let out a sharp snarl before launching itself towards him.

Waiting to the last second, Saber braced his stance. Just as the Salamander came into range of his blade, he flicked the guard with his thumb and then yanked it free. The edge dragged on the hard work and came free with a pop before letting loose the metal tool. It cut with fury, but it wasn’t to attack. The edge connected with an outstretched reptilian hand. The hard, clawed nails bounced off from the force and Saber parried the blow. The hand moved back, the Salamander tilted.

Saber filled the gap with a kick, stuffing the toe of his boot into the exposed underbelly of the Salamander. It let out a yelp as it was pushed to the right and off balance further. The Summoner, continuing his relentless offense, stepped back to use the most of his weapon’s range. It came down in a snap, the edge lightly tapping against the back of the Salamander’s neck. The armor parted slightly in the center of the joint, allowing the scales to move easily so the Salamander could move its head. The point was one of very few weak spots on its body, but for a good eye it was a fine place to strike.

For Saber, the neck was one of the best places to hit in order to submit a foe. Some aimed for the legs to ensure they couldn’t run, but the neck was where the spine was. Break that point, or simply cut it, and you have a paralyzed enemy. And sometimes just putting the weapon against the spot was enough to stop most aggressors. But, for the sake of a practice fight; it was the best target to end the battle swiftly.

「Still a bit slow, but you didn’t roll this time. Good. 」Saber retracted his weapon and promptly sheathed it. Then, he took a step forward and knelt down beside his partner. The Salamander huffed, a sign of annoyance, and didn’t make eye contact. Saber smirked and placed a hand on top of the creature’s head, rubbing it softly.

「“よくやった、あいぼう。”」[“Good job, partner.”] The Salamander rumbled in response and brushed its head up against Saber’s hand. It was an odd fellow. When Saber spoke in its normal tongue, it responded with rumbled and grunts, but whenever he used English or Japanese it seemed to answer with a bit more… Respect? No, that wasn’t it.

The feeling Saber got was more along the lines of being comfortable, or accepting of the words. It was something Saber found strange, but the Salamander understood him regardless of what language he used. However, even though Saber could use two of his home world’s languages, if it wasn’t for Tongue of Nature than he wouldn’t be able to understand his partner. That was one thing that he knew. Regardless of what Saber knew, all that mattered was that he could understand his partner. Before, they were sloppy and Saber couldn’t properly communicate or work with his Salamander as an actual partner in battles. Now, they were a bit more in sync.

「Let’s head back. I think this has been enough training for today. 」Saber patted his Salamander on the head before returning to his feet. The Salamander nodded and swayed his tail happily.

「Yes, Sire!」The throaty, childish tone brought a smile to the Summoner’s face. Turning back towards Londinium, the two of them made their way out of the tree line and back towards the city.

And of course, something that was pretty much routine at this point, there was Frank. Frank and his partner standing in the fields with Frank being chased by a small group of the Pittered Boars he was infatuated with. When Saber first spotted Frank, it was a bit of a surprise. Saber thought that the Guard was in quite a bit of trouble and had rushed to the rescue like some hero. But, after seeing Frank do his little dance about the fields four or five times, Saber realized the Guard was far too high of a level to even be bothered by the boars he collected. They barely scratched him. And yet…

“He might die one of these days.” Saber muttered as he narrowed his eyes on the distant Frank. The Summoner stood there and took in the sight of the odd fellow waltzing around as though he was frolicking in some meadow of flowers. But, Frank and his partner weren’t alone. Saber squinted and spotted something in the distance.

“Hooh...? Here we go…” The lips of the Summoner curled upwards and he watched someone close in on Frank’s position. Once they were close enough, they dove in… Well, kind of. The boars knocked the other player down and ended up surrounding them. Even for a level three player, Saber bet that probably wasn’t a good thing.

「Hm. Well, that doesn’t look too good. Do you think we should go help them, part---」Saber looked down to where his partner was, or well had been, only to noticed that the creature was no longer there. Saber wiggled his nose and took a look to his right, back into the forest, and then ahead of himself. That was when he spotted the rebellious creature climbing out of a small dip in the field. Saber wiggled his nose again and watched the fire lizard sprint as if its life depended on it.

"Why…?" Saber squeezed the hilt of his blade and began his brisk jog after the creature. The Salamander promptly made its way over to the group with Frank, the other player, and the boars but just as it neared them, it stopped. Then, it sat down, its heavy tail whisking back and forth behind it in excitement. Saber eyed the Salamander closely to ensure it didn’t do anything stupid and readied himself to desummon the creature if it dove in for a snack. But as he came trotting up, the only thing the Salamander did was turn its head over towards a tree; a tree which had spit out some fire.

The Salamander, curious as a mouse, lumbered over to the tree and placed one of its paws on a root, peeking over to where Saber assumed the mage was positioned. It let out a light bark and slapped its tail lightly on the ground. Saber rumbled and adjusted his direction so that he was going towards the tree instead of the battle scene.

「No, you idiot. Leave them alone. 」Saber grabbed the heavy tail of his Salamander and tugged, dragging it away from the tree. As he did so, he leaned to his right so he could see who the culprit wa—Oh, she was familiar.

“Oh. Hello. Pleasure to meet you again, mind the child. Still working on this.” Saber continued to drag the lizard back until he was a good ten feet or so away from the woman who seemed to be nestled quite comfortably against the tree. He dropped the tail then and gave the Salamander a rap on the back of the head.

「Wrong target. We’re helping the guy, not disturbing the miss. 」After his brief order, Saber grabbed the Salamander’s head and turned it towards the boars. It let out a huff and then lumbered over, prancing right up to the side of the boy with the dagger with its happy face and dog-like huffing. The Salamander’s tongue even dangled out of its mouth a bit.

「Use your flamethrower and make him an opening. 」Saber called out. His salamander yelped in response and turned about on its heels. Its tail bloomed and the fire there blazed hot. Its eyes glistened and its throat bubbled as it sucked in oxygen.

“Oi! Attack after the fire!” As he yelled towards the other player, Saber pulled his katana free.

Not a second later, the Salamander opened its mouth and poured out a blast of orange and yellow, engulfing a few of the boars in flames, singeing others, and forcing the rest to either step back or hesitate. The pillar of flame swept from left to right, and then back across to the right before it began to die down. Saber gripped his blade and waited, giving himself a second for the flames to actually disperse, and so that he could react to the movements of the others. Rather than simply lunge in as he had done a few other times, Saber decided it would likely be wise to keep himself out of trouble this time around.

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[Nova]

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[attr="class","textie"]His hand trembled while the small blade he held quivered with every bated breath he took. He glanced from each small beast that cornered him like a cat and a rat. His legs started to buckle under his weight, while his teeth chattered like chimes in the wind. His stomach growled loud enough to sound like another ravenous beast looking to make him its' treat. He pondered just turning tail and coming back another day as much as it actually hurt him to show his cowardice. His thoughts quickly flashed back to his happier times that he had spent with his sister and his final memory of her before coming to this world of being called a "creep." He played with the thought of just giving up, maybe it was one of those cases of whether if you die in the game, you'd die in real life as well. His thoughts that kept picking at his wounds hurt more than the boars ever could. It felt as if he was on the edge of his sanity and was about to quickly take a plunge and go under.

Just as he was about to throw in the towel and test the death theory, a loud squeal rung in his ears and brought him out his self-pity stupor. He saw that ground had been scorched, but he had no idea by what. He frantically looked and saw that one of the boars had set its' sights on some woman, instead of him. He quizzically looked at her as she bared her fangs at the pig as if she was some type of alpha predator that was ready to eat. He looked to the singed ground again in awe then to the remaining boars in front of him. He noticed that his teeth were no longer chattering, but his legs were still buckling under him.

He perked his head up when someone yelled to attack after the fire, he looked around for the voice just as a tower of brilliant, glowing flame erupted from the ground before his very eyes. Nova grit his teeth together and clenched his small dagger in the palm of his hand. His timidity vanished in the instant, his legs weren't like jelly and his focus wasn't everywhere at once. It was like the "plastic" world of fear that he created that surrounded and held him down was melting away. He wanted a new start and he didn't want to seem like someone damsel more than he already has. He knew this was not the time to think about his past, that would be for another time. Without a second thought holding him back, Nova leapt through the bellowing flames. If he was going to make it in this world, he was going to have to be a fighter, even a rebel if he had too. The fiery vortex danced against his skin while he readied his blade to strike as soon as he erupted on the other side.

As soon as he popped out of the fire, his free hand was still bathing in orange and red life. He came face to face with one of the pigs who was just bullying him. In one fluid movement, he acted as if he was guiding the burning life in his hand like a ball at the tiny little morsel before him. The boar squealed and fell back when the unstable force left his hand. Nova's skin tingled when a flock of gusts brushed against his body, but he couldn't let the pain distract him now. Judging from how the boar was acting, he rushed in for one more attack before the beast could regain its' composure. He dove in with a sharp thrust to the head, making the body go slack. He quick turned about face and saw that the remaining boars were starting to regroup.

Nova took in one breath, I have to dial it up a bit. Adrenaline was gushing through his veins, almost seemed like it was oozing from his pores. From that baptism by fire, his own inner fire had been set free. He felt confident that he may actually be able to pull this off, a somewhat cocky smile accented that fire all the more. He had already cut the chord that hindered him, now he had to just live through this to face the tomorrow that will come.

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Saber Eisbaer

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[Eisbaer]

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Constance was fully prepared and expecting the boar to come barreling towards her. She'd just startled it, after all. Like the real world, it did not take much to draw aggro from creatures, but unlike the real world, she was unlikely to stay dead if it killed her. That was a daunting task for most people, though she saw some relief in a temporary dirt nap. Such as resting up and rising refreshed. On the other hand, she was not in the mood for being trampled by a walking pound of bacon. She could take on the boar if she tried, and if it didn't look like she'd be able to, could always scale the tree and wait for the aggro to die down.

But before she could piece together a shoddy battle plan, a new threat arrived onto the scene: an oversized lizard (salamander?) with the demeanor of a curious puppy. Constance took a step back in alarm, wand raised in defense. Hard to believe that this frail little stick was all that stood between her and the jaws of the lizard. Had she not seen several variants of the same summon, she might have mistaken it for a monster. Honestly, these Summoners could be so damn reckless with their critters.

A pair of weary eyes watched as a young man dragged the puppizard away by the tail. In her current state, she almost failed to recognize him. Only when he spoke did the vague familiarity of his voice and their prior contact come to mind. It helped, too, that they'd run this same quest together -- or at least partially. Another girl was with them at the time, but she seemed...spacy, not altogether there.

Did he just call the fire lizard a child? "Right...I remember now." The initial spark of adrenaline receded, nearly giving way to fatigue. She massaged the bridge of her nose with her free hand. Hadn't that same lizard also eyed her Alraune like a prime rib? She was glad her own "child" was tucked out of sight, free from Mr. Hungry Eyes.

And she could stay that way, for now. The dagger boy would fare better with heals than slowing spores. To be honest, she just did not have the energy to handle the flower toddler right now. The woman twirled the wand around in her fingers, drumming up the one healing skill in her arsenal: Cure Bloom. The dagger boy was not doing so well, though with the help of Saber and the salamander, could finish off the rest of the boars. Constance was not so sure she should be tossing around fire in her condition.

A pink mist surrounded the white haired boy, healing some of his wounds. He would no doubt discover he smelled like a bed of roses. Whether or not he cared was the question, but staying alive was more important than looking cool (in her opinion). This kid was almost as bad as Frank, taking on a pack of boars like that without a dedicated party.

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∝: 509
✏: womp womp
@: Nova Saber

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[Saber]

“I’m still not used to that.” Making a mental note of his body’s reaction to the flames bursting from his Salamander’s belly, Saber grit his teeth. He had been with the salamander for just a few weeks so far and he had seen the flamethrower multiple times, but he still flinched out of instinct. Was it because of the idea of “magic” being a reality and its destructive capacity? Or was it some innate fear of fire, a fear engraved into him as a human being. He couldn’t tell. No, it wasn’t that he couldn’t tell, as that would be the easy answer. The true answer was that it was both. He feared magic because of its lack of consistency and the unknown nature of. He feared fire because of the heat and destructive capacity it held. He was afraid of that flamethrower. However, he was not so scared as to become a stone.

As the flame erupted, Saber had taken his stance and narrowed his eyes on them. To his surprise, the boy beside his salamander jumped straight into the heat. Seeing so, Saber sucked his teeth and continued to wait. The fire dispersed and his salamander coughed out smoke. The boy had grabbed ahold of his hidden courage and was now using it to punish one of the boars, which was good. Progress. The Summoner took that as a good sign and whistled at his salamander, the noise giving it the command to attack. The Salamander huffed and proceeded to do so, selecting a boar that was running around with a flaming mohawk.

Without wanting to spectate forever, Saber armed himself with an Elemental Bolt, allowing for the skill to trigger and animate before he launched it at the closest enemy near the boy. It struck with velocity, the javelin-like throw sending the bolt into a wobbly line of heat straight into the boar’s right buttcheek. It wasn’t a perfect throw, but the bolt’s fire damage triggered the boar’s hate enough. Saber would have to practice his throwing skills before he used the skill against a higher leveled monster, but for the boars it would be enough. The close distance between himself and his enemies, as well as their lack of intelligence, gave him that slight, necessary, edge in combat. For now, those small details were what he needed to rely on.

The boar he struck came with a friend, and the two rushed Saber with their heads down and tusks up. Familiar with the rush, Saber stepped back twice, bouncing over his heels and into a dirt patch. As the boars neared, he sliced the side of his boot at the dirt and kicked it up into their eyes. The debris puffed into the air, filling their vision and blinding them for just a second. One second, a second just long enough for Saber to side-step and cut out the side of the left pig. The cut and subsequent pain caused the pig to list lazily to the left, colliding with its partner. The two boars squealed as they toppled over. Saber huffed and pounced.

Saber kicked one boar up on top of the other and then sliced at them both, cutting straight down and then slicing at an angle to catch them both. The objective of the Frank quest was to eliminate, so there was no need for finesse. The hides could be damaged and he didn’t have to worry about skinning them after, nor did he have to worry about his salamander turning one of them into lunch, something the creature was doing to the pig that had once been a rock artist for a short stint of time. Thus, he dispatched his pairing swiftly. His level was low, matching that of the boars, so it took effort. He aimed for critical points and did his best to do it in haste, but there wasn’t much he could do. He recovered, a bit tired from all the cuts, and turned his eyes back to the boy and the woman.

“Oi…” And his salamander, who was loudly munching on a boar that was pleading for help. Too bad that there would be no help for an animal caught in the clutches of what was essentially a dragon without wings.

“Frank, be useful, would you?” Saber hollered towards the NPC Guard, who was standing there, his boot holding off a larger boar with a pair of slightly longer tusks. The man rumbled at the order.

“But I like playing with my food…”

What was this, a picnic?!

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Tags: Eisbaer , Nova