[Solo] Just Too Eager

[Rubber Ducky]

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AND WE'LL NEVER STOP 'CAUSE WE'RE ONLY GETTING BETTER --- ALIVE AGAIN, ANOTHER DAY, I'M NOT AFRAID TO GET OVER ---

[attr="class","boneshatter3"] Sadness and pain. That's all Ducky found when he peered into the curious hole in the ground in the forest. Well most people wouldn't have thought twice about seeing a suspicious looking hole in the middle of the forest, but Ducky wasn't most people, either. Even worse, he decided that it was a phenomenal idea to insert his hand into said suspicious hole, leaving himself vulnerable to whatever deity of Elder Tale existed to strike him down with justice for being so stupid.

And then he got a bite.

Well, he wasn't expecting to get a bite. He was expecting...what was he expecting, anyway? Not a bite, that's for sure. His arm promptly exited the hole in a rather swift manner, dragging along a rather vicious-looking hare with it. With a few shakes he managed to sling it off, casting a quick HEAL before taking flight into the forest, hoping to lose the hare. Unfortunately, Ducky wasn't that fast of a runner, neither in the real world nor Elder Tale, and so the hare managed to nip at his feet about every three seconds. There was more running, and then there was some more running. And after what seemed like ages, Ducky looked back to see not one, not two, but six hares that looked quite angry. "Worst idea EVER!"

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[Rubber Ducky]

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AND WE'LL NEVER STOP 'CAUSE WE'RE ONLY GETTING BETTER --- ALIVE AGAIN, ANOTHER DAY, I'M NOT AFRAID TO GET OVER ---

[attr="class","boneshatter3"] Things died down eventually, which really meant that seemingly forever time only amounted to about an hour. It was still daylight, and Ducky was already drenched in sweat and exhausted from his encounter. He reached up toward his holographic screen, tapped a few things, and looked to see if Princess Ozma was busy. In seconds, he was attempting to send her a telepathic SOS saying that he had gotten lost and needed her to meet him. He had given her a short message, hoping that she would respond, but Ducky wasn't even sure she knew how to work the telepathic messaging system. After a few seconds of nothing, he let out a sigh and assumed that she wasn't very sure.

His mana had started to get low, but thankfully he still had a sufficient enough amount to ensure that he didn't die. With his luck, making it back to his and Princess Ozma's encampment would require him to place himself in danger of wild animals, angry mobs, or some other hostile creature that wanted to rip out his throat. Not the best feeling, but it was something he had almost started getting used to. While not in a town, he could be sure to get ambused by mobs at least somewhere along the way. Thankfully enough the stories of Pkers, or player killers, were still just that - stories. It wasn't something he really looked forward to encountering, but he had to start working on his own level in order to prepare himself for the upcoming struggles. That was part of his reason for venturing into the woods alone. He thought that maybe he could kill one or two mobs and try to take their meat and maybe cook it over a fire or something. Turns out his plan didn't work and he ended up getting chased.

He hated to come back empty-handed, though. He had worked really hard to stick his arm in that hole and lure something out! Well, actually he had hoped to find something in the hole that could have already been dead or turned into an item or something. He gathered up his things and stood from the log he had been sitting on, hoping to take his adventures elsewhere. Maybe, then, he would have some better luck. Maybe then he could actually be useful. Ducky wasn't going to be outsmarted by some dumb animals! Ducky was going to grow to be a strong Cleric so that he could protect Princess Ozma! Instead of going back the way he came, Ducky took an alternate route in order to hopefully locate something not quite as vicious. He'd have to use his staff to attack, though, as he hadn't learned any offensive magic spells.

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[Rubber Ducky]

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AND WE'LL NEVER STOP 'CAUSE WE'RE ONLY GETTING BETTER --- ALIVE AGAIN, ANOTHER DAY, I'M NOT AFRAID TO GET OVER ---

[attr="class","boneshatter3"] This was it. This was what Ducky had been waiting for. He stood, unwavering (physically, at least - honestly he was mentally terrified of the prospect that he could potentially die) and waiting for the wolf to make its move. The only indicators that Ducky had of the wolf's arrival was the fact that it had left footprints coming from its previous direction. If Ducky had not gotten frustrated, thrown his staff at the ground, and reached down to pick up said staff, he would have never noticed the footprint of the wolf that had trailed off to the side and was now lurking in the shadows.

Now, with saliva dripping from its mouth, Ducky readied himself for battle with the wolf. He knew that this was going to get ugly, and he almost regretted not selecting an offensive spell to start with, but he knew that most of his encounters would be within a party setting. Now? Not so much. He was going to have to figure something out, and figure it out quickly. He scanned his surroundings, one of the first thing he had taught himself to do under pressure. He had to locate something useful to help him in this battle. His assessment was pretty straightforward, making note of any obstacles that could give him the advantage.

Trees. They were in a forest, which meant that there was not only a substantial amount of trees, but also a good amount of other foliage too. A few shrubs nearby, which would easily be a terrible idea considering how clumsy he was sometimes. No other animals or creatures appeared to be nearby, which was good, because dealing with this one blood-thirsty wolf was going to be difficult enough. A direct attack might be more than he could handle, which meant he would have to parry or evade the attack. On the ground Ducky spotted some rocks, which were likely to just anger the wolf more than do any meaningful damage. He couldn't really see much else to give him the upper hand right now, given that he was limited on his spells. It was aggravating, and he cursed himself for hastily switching classes. Later, of course, he wouldn't regret it, but in the face of danger he wasn't feeling so hot.

And Ducky was out of time, because the wolf took this opportunity to lunge at him. Instinctively, he threw up his staff and attempted to deflect the blow as his weight was shifted to the right. Between the weight of the wolf hitting his staff and his sudden movement, Ducky was thrown off his feet, rolling off to the right (same direction that he was moving). Turns out that wasn't a good idea either because now the wolf was turning and getting ready to launch itself once more. That little bit allowed him to get to his feet and take flight, looking for the nearest solid tree. There! Just a few meters away was the tree that he wanted. With the wolf hot on his trail, Ducky threw himself at the tree, pivoting his body as he turned to face the oncoming threat. By then the wolf was at a fast enough speed to launch itself with ease. Only this time Ducky was ready - instead of getting a mouth full of Rubber Ducky, the wolf smashed into the trunk of the tree.

If that weren't odd enough, Ducky then chose this exact opportunity to start beating the living crap out of said wolf. What an odd...strategy, certainly, but as long as he lived that was all that mattered. Honestly, he had seen this move used before with something else, so it wasn't an original idea he could claim. He reviewed his tactics in his head as he continued to bash the wolf with his staff, hoping that the combined blunt trauma of a staff plus going headfirst into a tree at full throttle would be enough to keep it away for a very long time. He ended up with a few scratches as the wolf tried to retaliate, but the consistent form of his arms bringing down a large, wooden weapon repeatedly on the wolf's skull made him think twice about fighting this human. Instead, he scampered off into the woods to nurse his wounds.

Ducky felt proud of himself for taking care of things. No, he didn't earn any sort of medal for scaring away a wolf. He certainly didn't win any items. And on top of it all, he was really hungry. Speaking of hunger, it was getting time for him to meet back up with Princess Ozma so that he could cook up a delicious (read: delicious was something he had not experienced in Elder Tale) meal for the two. And by that, he meant locating the nearest NPC that would sell food for a cheap price. With his (somewhat) broken pride in hand, slightly cracked wooden staff, and deflated ego, Rubbery Ducky continued on his way back toward their encampment.

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