"Boar" the Pain [Solo]

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

Rue stretched his arms over his head, his mouth stretching wide in a yawn that closed his bright orange eyes. He was tired, having been kept up most of the night from studying a few tomes that he'd been permitted to borrow from a travelling merchant staying in the inn, and though the light of a few candles had been more than enough for him to be able to read by, he'd been a little rushed, forced to skim to ensure that he could try to get through everything that he would need to if he was going to be able to abide by the merchant's condition that he return them in the morning. He wasn't complaining, far from it. He had missed when he used to stay up late working on some story, and besides, the topic was rather interesting. The world that he was now trapped inside interested him greatly, to the point where - to be entirely honest - he almost didn't want to go home. Why would he? There was nothing of value for him back in the real world, and here in this world, everything was there at a tap of his fingers. He could feel magic itching at the tips of his fingers, and that pleased him in a way that nothing else had. He wasn't just the youngest son of Daichi and poor Yuuki Katashi. He was Rue. Or to be specific, he was RuetheDay, but that was beside the point. He'd done a little bit of exploring on his own, careful to try to skirt his way around monsters and other players, and although he'd run into a little trouble in his excursions, it hadn't been anything that his Summon - the salamander that he'd somewhat affectionately nicknamed Cash, though it never responded to that - couldn't frighten off with a roar. And even better, he'd managed to find a small clearing that was perfect for what he had in mind today, which was learning to work with his skills a little better. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out of his chest, sweeping cautious eyes around the surroundings as he weighed out the pros and cons of taking another sweep around for monsters. If he just left it, it was very likely that he would be placing himself in danger - after all, with the tiny brook trickling over the brackish stones, it would be risky to bring forth his Summon in such an area; as might be imagined, Cash did not do well with fire, not at all. But if he was being too cautious, he could very well lose the light with which that he had to work with, and he'd rather not be outside of London's walls when the moon made its presence on the horizon. In short, he was at a disadvantage not knowing how long this whole adventure would take, and that had him slightly nervous, though he'd never admit the fact out loud, even if it was only to Cash. A sound from the bushes caught his attention, and his hand immediately reached for his whip before he recognized the crashing as something akin to a hooved animal rather than a slime. Sure enough, a boar soon trotted out of the bushes, appearing quite calm for the moment. Sighing quietly, he relaxed, slowly bringing his hand from his weapon before he raised it up in the air, hovering his fingers over the creature and then pressing down to bring up a little information. A low-leveled Young Pittered Boar. He decided that would do well enough for his purposes. Holding his hand low, like he would for a dog, he slowly approached the boar in a nonthreatening manner, talking as he did so. If someone had asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell them exactly what he was saying - for all he knew, he was saying curse words or nonsense or even talking about his life back in the real world. It wasn't the content that mattered, however: It was the tone. His voice was soft, gentle, soothing - the way it should be around a skittish animal. The boar snorted at his approach but didn't move to attack him or flee, which he took as a good sign. Gently, well aware that this would be the moment of truth, he put his hand on the boar's flank, letting the fur sift through his fingers and across his palm. If he had managed to tame the beast, even temporarily, it wouldn't attack him. But if he had been unsuccessful... well, let's just say that he would be dealing with the business end of those tusks, and even if they weren't yet sharpened and dangerous like an adult's would have been, they still weren't something that Rue was particularly looking forward to encountering. Not to mention that he wouldn't have the distance he needed to cast or draw his whip and he was without a source of flame to summon his Salamander partner to his side to protect him. He really hoped he had tamed the boar. He really did.

100% 100% Words;; 858 Tags;; Solo Notes;; We shall tame the boar. Because it is a boar. And boars are fun. In other news, I should probably be slaughtered for the punny title. No regrets whatsoever though o/ Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

Nothing happened. In most situations, that would be quite a bad thing. But in this one, the fact that the boar didn't turn and attempt to violently impale his side on its growing tusks was something that made a small smirk of triumph bloom to life on his face. "That's it," he murmured, patting the creature's side and earning himself a snort from the beast, "that's a good boy." It snorted in acknowledgement, stubby little bottlebrush of a tail swishing with the action, and dropped its head, sniffling around in the dirt searching for some mushrooms to dig up and devour. Deciding to curry some favor with the beast, Rue strode over to one of the trees in the clearing on the edge of an outcrop over one if the murkier parts of the brook, made that way from the mud that has sifted down to the bottom, the sediment piling up over the years... or rather, simulated that way. He wasn't quite sure which was the correct answer anymore. After all, even though he'd gotten to the world through logging in, the sheer complexity of it made him wonder sometimes which world was the real one. Surely something that felt so solid couldn't be entirely made up by some geeks in a lab. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought from his mind, instead clicking his tongue to get the attention of the boar snuffling around. "There's some mushrooms over here," he stated softly, which enticed the creature to trot over and nose out the fungi, the tree above shaking its delicate limbs with every shove of the broad snout against the trunk. Rue reached a hand out to pat the creature's shoulder only to falter and let it drop. He remembered that animals were their most unpredictable when they were eating. Getting between one and its food was inadvisable, and somehow he had a feeling that just because the animal was created by a computer didn't mean that it wouldn't react like as it would in nature. Instead, he sat down and made himself comfortable a short distance away, not intruding but not removing himself from the environment. He reached out, removing a nearby mushroom from the soil, and played it over and under and through his fingers. His mind was wandering, dancing around the thoughts of his friend. He had not yet found the other inside of London, and while it worried him, it also brought relief. He longed for the possibility that his companion did not remain here and had instead escaped this fate. Rue may not have minded it so much, but then he'd had no reason to remain in the real world. For him, this world was far more real, and the only regrets he had were for his siblings, that he could no longer see them. His thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of a squeal and a nudge at his hand, something that made him start nervously before the image before him registered in his mind. The boar was sitting in front of him, an eager look in its eyes as it snorted, gaze nodding from Rue's face down to his hand, or more specifically the food inside it. The Summoner was surprised that the beast hasn't just tried to take it for itself, but he wasn't going to complain either. A pig's teeth could easily bite through flesh and bone even in the real world, so he'd gotten off rather light all things considered. The boar let out another loud squeal, which gave him an idea. Sure, this may not have been what he'd come out here to do, but thinking about it, it would be better for him to better himself in any area rather than restrict himself to just one? Besides, if he was going to venture out here to craft, he would be better off doing so with someone nearby to protect him from the monsters that roamed these woods, even though the very thought of having someone accompany him left a sour taste in his mouth. People were an annoyance, and the very thought of it made him scowl even if he soon smoothed his features in order to keep himself from distressing the Young Pittered Boar and possibly give it the impression that he was displeased with it. So he’d work on his taming today. No skin off his nose. He had one willing subject, and he had no doubt that if he worked hard enough, he could find a few more lurking around nearby if he really tried hard enough. He got back to his feet, brushing some stray bits of leaves from his clothes, and lifted his chin. “Sit,” he commanded in a firm voice, like he would whenever he was around a dog. A few tricks while he had the creature under his control wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?

100% 100% Words;; 819 Tags;; Solo Notes;; We shall tame the boar. Because it is a boar. And boars are fun. In other news, I should probably be slaughtered for the punny title. No regrets whatsoever though o/ Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

The boar cocked its head to the side in confusion when he spoke, and for a long moment, Rue almost wondered if he had already lost his control of the creature. One of his hands slowly crept towards his whip, ever wary of the fact that there could very well be some kind of backlash for attacking the boar, though thankfully nothing seemed to happen. It wasn't showing any sign of wanting to charge at him, so he decided to take the risk, repeating his command. "Sit!" The boar let out a short snort, its tail swishing once, and it planted its behind on the ground. Grinning slightly at the triumph - no, it wasn't a grin, it was a smirk, there was a tangible difference between the two of them, and he wasn't going to be caught dead doing something as stupid as grinning over the fact that a stupid boar had listened when he had given it an order - the Half-Alf lifted his head and added another command. "Roll over." The creature let out a yawn, but it threw itself to the side, remaining there for a moment before the young boar managed to heave itself over onto its back, remaining like that for a split second before it couldn't keep its balance and, like a horse that would attempt the same feat, it toppled back onto its side once more. Almost in spite of himself, he chuckled at the sight, deciding that it was enough of an effort that he could reward it. He strode over, his steps audible due to the crunching of some leaves underfoot, and he bent over, his mind flying back to one time when a nanny that had been watching him had taken him to a petting zoo and he'd asked to feed one of the goats. He'd been permitted to only if he could keep his hand absolutely flat since otherwise it could very well take a chomp out of one of his small fingers, but by that point, he'd been frightened enough to been thoroughly talked out of the whole encounter. It was almost amusing to him now to think back on what a child he had been at the time, how naive he had been when he was younger. He had believed the lie that his parents were exploring the world for treasures to collect for their precious Haru, and he had believed that by studying, he would make them come home sooner to praise him. What a lie it had all been, and perhaps the part of it that galled him the most was that it had taken Alexander of all people, the half-brother who had been responsible for his parents finding out the truth, to point out to him all the ways that his world didn't make sense, all the flaws in the seams that had made up his fantasy. The slobber from the boar was something slimy and gross, though it certainly seemed quite happy with the treat that he had given it. Sighing softly, Rue extracted his hand once more, patting the shoulder of the beast and surreptitiously wiping his palm clean on its coarse fur. "Looks like I'm out, boy," he murmured, shrugging a little. "Sorry." It snorted, nudging him as if to say that it was okay, and then it sat at his feet as if to ask him for a command. It was only then that he remembered his original purpose in attempting to tame the boar in the first place. Clicking his tongue, he glanced around. "Go out and scout out the area a little and then come back and give me a report," he requested with a nod. "You don't have to fight anything, just tell me if there's any enemies nearby." Blinking his orange eyes as he realized that his command was probably a little wordy for a boar, he let out a curse in his native tongue of Japanese before he glanced back up to see that the creature had left. A scowl turned down his brow, and he sighed heavily. Looks like his taming skills hadn't been quite as good as he'd thought they were. "Kami save me," he muttered, reverting to Japanese simply because he didn't feel like rerouting his tongue back to English again, especially since due to the rather isolated nature of his childhood, he had gotten more experience in the "foreign" language than that of the country he resided in and thus usually spoke Japanese more fluently than he did English. It was rare for his brain to struggle over a word, but when it happened, it was usually an English one rather than a Japanese one; his friend had scolded him before for reverting to Japanese in his microphone without realizing it, and he entirely blamed his siblings, the vast majority of them preferring Japan to England for their business ventures. Resigning himself to having to seek out rabbits for some scouting, he began searching for any possible dens when a snort from behind him startled him, and he whipped around to see a Young Pittered Boar sitting there proudly. Huh. Looks like his command had gone through. Straightening from where he was crouched, he hurriedly changed his thoughts back towards English rather than Japanese. "Did you find anything?" he asked, and the boar squealed, nodding. "Slime?" A snort this time, accompanied with a shake of the head. "Pittered Boar?" A squeal. "Less than five?" Another squeal. "More than two?" A moment of pause before a third squeal. Deciding to interpret that as three Young Pittered Boars or Pittered Boars in the nearby area, he tucked that information away in the back of his mind. "Thanks boy," he murmured somewhat fondly, patting the boar on the shoulder. "You just get out of here now, okay? I don't want you getting hurt if things get ugly." He got a snort for an answer, the boar getting back to its feet and rubbing against his side in a move that nearly sent the Half-Alf toppling over before it was trotting off into the brush. Rue couldn't admit that he had come to like the creature, but he was rather sorry to see the companion go. He drew his whip out, a flick of his wrist giving him the space that he figured he'd need for combat. He rather hoped that he wouldn't end up facing the boar, but well... he needed to level up somehow, and since he figured a boar would be more likely to drop leather than a rabbit or a slime, that meant that he would have to take on some boars to get the materials before he could go search out a tailor to make him a better weapon than the whip he currently had in his hands. Not that it hadn't served him well, but he needed something stronger if he was to go dungeoning. This was going to be a long fight.

100% 100% Words;; 1165 Tags;; Solo Notes;; Welp let's see how posting from my phone goes, eh? Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

RuetheDay was swift with his step, carefully extracting his whip from where it was curled up at his hip. He had been given the chance to take care of some boars, something that gave him a slight boost, and now that he had the chance to, he desperately wanted to take it. He crept through the forest, like a wraith, his footsteps as quiet as possible on the leaves that covered the ground. A few rabbits startled as he moved, but it was something that he ignored almost completely, instead focusing on trying to locate his enemy. It was something that almost had him pausing to try to alleviate the urge by taming another monster, but that would have almost definitely been a great risk. He didn't know how far the monsters that his former boar had warned him of could have possibly wandered since the report, and that was something that had him wary. He didn't know exactly what he was walking into, and for all he knew, the boar could have very well missed a group of enemies that had spawned in recently. And then he saw them: a group of three Young Pittered Boars gathered around one adult Pittered Boar, obviously the father if the size of the tusks was anything to go by. He swallowed hard, almost wondering if he would be strong enough to take them on and survive. Those were powerful tusks, and he had come out here alone... That was enough to clinch it. Skidding to a stop, he closed his eyes and focused hard on that one ancient text he had glanced a while ago on how to summon an undead warrior to fight. The words appeared to him without him even having to think about them, and his lips went through the motions of the summon hurriedly, almost as if he expected to be stopped at any moment. He didn't know what language that it was he was speaking in, and as soon as his lips had formed each harsh syllable, it was gone, fleeing from his mind to be replaced with the next, and when he finally opened his eyes, it was to the sight of a skeleton in rusty armor clawing its way out of the earth before him. In spite of himself, he took a step back, watching as it turned soulless red eyes onto him, having extracted itself, and for a moment, the thought that it would turn on him jolted through his body, and he found himself wishing that he had brought him tome with him, if only to have some way to defend himself against the tormented soul. Instead, it managed to sweep into a clunky bow, the movement far from elegant. Rue licked his lips as it turned those burning crimson eyes back towards him, and he almost wondered if the computer-generated spirit was as capable of hatred as it seemed to indicate. He remembered that the book had stated that he would have to be careful ordering creatures like this around, the undead rarely took well to orders, and if something was not specified in the command, it was possible that the skeleton could scheme to take advantage of him. Raising his head up, he decided to speak, commanding the spirit that was now his servant. "The boars that are in that field there," he stated, his voice allowing for no questions, "assist me in killing them and prevent me from dying." There. If the book was right, he'd have protected himself well enough with that command, he thought, and if not, then it wouldn't hurt to lay his objectives out clearly. The warrior dipped its head in a bow, drawing a sword that sparkled with rust - and he made a note that he would have to get better equipment for the skeleton because although Cash, his salamander, was much less dangerous to use, he had a feeling that he would have a harder time finding a fire to summon the creature from than he would the earth to summon the fallen warrior - and marching forward. He drew his own whip while walking towards the boars, a flick of his wrist getting the leather out of the way, to the point where he would be able to swing it easily for an attack without causing himself any strain. The fallen warrior watched him as he hesitated, sizing up the opponents. If he struck one of the children first, he ran the risk of causing the mother to aggro on him; if he attacked the mother first, he could very well prompt the children to run away. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He was thinking about this far too literally. He had an ally in the skeleton summon, and while that was still around, he couldn’t afford to waste time. Moving quickly, he lashed out with the whip, striking all four boars at once and getting all of their eyes to move towards him as they decided that he was the prime target. Rue gulped slightly but readied himself for a fight even as the skeleton began attacking the first boar that he’d hit, the adult Pittered, which kept her occupied enough to give him a chance to defeat the three children. The piglets all squealed loudly, pawing at the ground with their hooves, and they charged at him, sending him moving. His wrist flicked a few more times, sending the whip out to strike the forerunner twice, and then, taking a risk, the Half-Alf twirled to gain momentum and let the whip thwack right into the face of the first boar. He wasn’t quite expecting for it to burst into an amount of coins and a couple items, but it did, and that left him at a disadvantage, leaving him with an opening that got him rammed into with the full force of one of the piglets, the other having been shoved aside by the first one’s girth. He grunted, the air being forced out of his lungs at the impact, and skidded backwards, his left arm falling down to cover his side protectively. That had hurt quite a bit. The young man gritted his teeth, turning furious orange eyes back onto his two opponents. He would make them pay for that. He was already sure of it.

100% 60% Words;; 1059 Tags;; Solo Notes;; I imagine that summoning the skeleton cost mana and then keeping it around costs mana too, so Rue's mana is gonna be draining like crap-all during the next few posts. Status of opponents: Young Pittered Boar (Lv 1): Deceased Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): High health Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): High health Pittered Boar (Lv 6): High health Status of skeleton: Health: 95% Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

RuetheDay knew that he probably should have brought his old Grimoire to fight, but he'd left it behind in his room back at the inn, and there was no use trying to complain about not having it now. It wasn't as if that would give him back the tome from where it sat just because he had decided to complain about it, so it was like his older brother had always said: Shut up and start working. He instead readied himself with his whip again, a flick of his wrist pushing the length of leather back behind him once more. He then shot his arm forward through the space, cracking the whip against the side of the boar, and when it let out a squeal, he started running, trying to wrap his whip around the boar's leg so that he could send it crashing to the ground. He managed to do so, and he glanced upwards as he ran, wanting to see how his skeleton was handling the mother Pittered Boar. The undead warrior wasn't doing amazingly, several parts of its armor starting to dent with the rust flaking off it in large amounts, but it seemed to be holding its own against the beast, meeting the charges the mother made using its buckler and slashing at her with its sword whenever there was a chance at an opening. She had a few gashes in her fur that slowly oozed out the dark crimson of blood, but it didn't seem to be anything that would cause a quick death. Instead, it almost seemed to make the creature madder, much as it would in the real world, and the animal was ramming blindly at the skeleton, something that Rue was thankful to see that the summon was intelligent enough to avoid whenever possible - the delicate arrangement of bones looked almost like something that would topple over at a moment's notice or with a single shove of a charging boar anyway, even if he had seen the skeleton take the force of a lunge across its shield before. Either way, despite some damage, it didn't look like the boar was going to keel over quite yet, or that the skeleton was in an immediate danger of being destroyed, so he turned his attention back towards his original task of taking down the young boars. He braced himself against a tree, left hand curling tightly around a hefty branch, and he tugged hard with as much weight as he could put behind himself. But instead of hearing a loud squeal as the boar fell over, he felt a sharp tug, and then a burning sensation in his palm that made him let out a sharp yelp. Orange eyes glanced downwards to see that his hand was bare of the handle to his whip, and he glanced around hurriedly, aware of just how vulnerable he was without a weapon. Summoners had few offensive skills, and of the options that were out there, none of them were available to him yet, and it wasn't as if there was a fire source nearby for him to be able to summon his Salamander to defend himself. Instead, he dove for his whip, closing his fingers around it as he spread across the ground. He then tried to scramble uprgiht, hoping that a lower center of gravity would aid him, and he tugged with both arms now. The boar let out a squeal as it fell, something that had him sighing with relief, unaware of what was about to happen behind him. Fortunately for Rue, his orders to the skeleton intervened. When the Young Pittered Boar that was behind him squealed loudly and charged at the Half-Alf's back, he gasped and turned to see that the skeleton had leapt forward into intercepting the attack with its shield. Orange eyes wide, he then shook himself, grabbing his whip handle in his sore hand and then getting to his feet, cracking it around the skeleton to hit the boar there before he moved to tug the whip back for another attack. "Step aside!" he yelled, and the skeleton did so obediently, causing the boar to stumble forward without the brace of the shield in front of it for it to strain against. Immediately, Rue's whip flashed forward again, smacking twice against the boar's flank in quick succession while the skeleton wheeled to shove its blade into the side of the boar, causing it to shudder and burst into a shower of coins and an item from the death. The Half-Alf grinned then, turning back to the last Young Pittered Boar he had left to fight, arm already moving to shift the length of the leather whip into a position where he could attack again. His health bar was a little depleted so far from the fight, but it wasn't nearly as concerning as his mana. He'd have to be careful if he wanted to keep the skeleton around to fight for him. After all, it would only sap away at what mana he had if he just left it out, and since he’d have to summon it again should yet another enemy appear to fight, he’d rather conserve as much of his mana as he possibly could. Of course, there was still the matter of trying to figure out exactly what was going on with the Pittered Boar, and it was still rather powerful; he didn’t want to challenge the angry mother boar if he was going to be alone, especially after he had basically just slaughtered her babies in front of her. Let it never be said that Haru Katashi was someone who didn’t think before he leapt into a fray. Instead, he decided that once he had taken care of the very last young boar, he’d let the skeleton go back to… to wherever it had come from, he didn’t know for sure whether or not he’d actually summoned the spirit from the afterlife even if he’d like to fancy that he had, and then he’d go after the adult on his own while his mana recovered.

70% 45% Words;; 1020 Tags;; Solo Notes;; Finally getting back to this, hoping to close it out in the next post or two today. Status of opponents: Young Pittered Boar (Lv 1): Deceased Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): Deceased Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): Medium-low health Pittered Boar (Lv 6): Medium health Status of skeleton: Health: 55% Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

RuetheDay could see that this boar was a little more wary than its siblings had been. The other two hadn't thought twice about charging at him, the last one he'd killed more than the other two, but this one... this one hung back, wary, almost as if it was the boar that he had tamed earlier. The flash of memory back to his temporary companion brought back warm memories that he shoved away again almost as soon as they arrived. No. He couldn't afford to think about that. Then he'd feel bad about hunting this boar when he needed the experience so desperately. He instead comforted himself with the thought that he had told the other boar to go away, far away, and not to come back. This wasn't the one he had befriended. "All right, boar, time for you to meet your maker," he muttered to himself, bird-tattooed tongue faltering to Japanese simply because he was alone and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone misunderstanding him. The Half-Alf was the one to make the first move, wheeling about on his heel to try to build up some momentum as he then lashed out with his whip, the leather tip sharply striking the boar across the face and earning him a pained squeal from the creature. It snorted loudly, pawing at the earth with one hoof, and then charged straight at him, its head lowered and snout slightly facing outward, as if it was an adult boar and had the tusks to back it up. Which was probably something that he should be grateful for. Had the monster been old enough to bear some type of tusk, it would have likely done far more damage than it already had. Still, the earlier ram had done more than enough damage to him - or at least, it had rather hurt to get the full force of a boar across his stomach and chest, even if it had only knocked him down to about a quarter of his health - and he really had no intention of having a repeat of the entire incident if he could avoid it. Instead, as the boar grew closer, he nimbly leapt out of the way, wincing slightly at a glancing blow that nicked his hip but otherwise avoiding to react in favor of yanking his right arm so that he looped a coil of leather around one of the boar's legs again. The trick had worked once, sort of, so why not try it again? Another glance confirmed that the skeleton had done quite a fair bit of damage to the adult boar, the various assortment of cuts leaking dark blood that was sticking the fur into spikes, and that was all the time he took to glance at his companion before he was ducking back down onto one knee again, both hands clutching at the handle of his whip as he gave it a good hard yank. He heard a squeal as the boar went down again, and he swiftly got back to his feet again, already running towards the fallen monster as he flicked his arm to free the whip. From there, he then lashed downwards, smashing it across the boar, which let out a loud squeal as it too burst into gold coins and loot. The Half-Alf rose, quickly inspecting his whip to see if it would hold up for one more battle, and he figured that it would do for whatever he'd need it to do. He then whistled piercingly, cracking his whip against the ground as he let go of his summon, dismissing it back to where it came and watching as it slowly sunk down into the ground again. "Oi, baka!" he yelled, his left hand tossing a rock up and down that was flat, with the same thickness and size as about half of a deck of cards, maybe a little smaller. "Over here!" he cried, still speaking in Japanese as he tossed the rock, hitting the boar right in the side. The mother turned her eyes onto him and immediately he could see the fury in her gaze, recognizing him as the killer of her babies. She ran right towards him and he took advantage of the space, his whip flicking out once, twice, three times before he let out a yelp of pain as she rammed right into him, goring him in the side with her tusk. A little choking sound left his lips, orange eyes wide, but he panted hard as she ran right past him, tearing his armor and leaving him with a gaping wound in his side. He gritted his teeth, left hand already pressed to the wound to try to stop the bleeding. "Gore this," he spat, lashing out with his whip across his whole body, and the impact made the Pittered Boar squeal loudly and turn into money and loot. The Half-Alf glanced around, seeing that there were no more enemies, and then he carefully curled his whip up at his side, letting out a pained gasp when he nudged his side. He'd no doubt have to track down a healer back in London, along with a tailor to fix the large tear in his armor, but that was something he decided to be quite an acceptable loss. What was not quite so nice, however... was the fact that he could tell that the fight had worn his whip out almost entirely, something that he already knew he was going to have to replace. It might be able to withstand a few more hits, but otherwise... otherwise he was in trouble, and the thought made him scowl. So far, from what he'd seen, people didn't do things out of the kindness of their hearts, which was something he didn't quite understand. He was already dreading searching out a tailor who would be willing to take his requests, but it would simply have to be done. He couldn't go through the game without a weapon just as surely as he couldn't walk around through London without clothes. First thing was first though. He'd have to get back to London and get himself patched up again. Sighing, he turned his back, a glance at his menu and the map telling him which way was the right one. He started off, limping slightly due to the pain in his side, but he was actually rather proud of himself. His skeleton had been quite useful, to the point where he already knew that he had every intention of using it again at a later date. It had been what dealt the most damage to the boar, not he and his whip. Though maybe he should get it outfitted with some proper gear too. Another possibility for a later time. Right now he just wanted to get himself healed up and take a nice long bath and soak for a while back in his room at the inn, and the sooner he got to that, the better.

35% 35% Words;; 1172 Tags;; Solo Notes;; There we go, closed. Skeleton and Rue tag-teamed the boar, and since the skeleton's been fighting it for almost three posts, I figured that the combo would bring it down. Status of opponents: Young Pittered Boar (Lv 1): Deceased Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): Deceased Young Pittered Boar (Lv 3): Deceased Pittered Boar (Lv 6): Deceased Status of skeleton: Health: 10% Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!