Daniel Garcia
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The chaos that embedded itself through the isolated valley didn't disturb just the recruits surviving within it, but the creatures inhabiting it as well: the ground rumbled all around Joseph as he witnessed forest inhabitants fleeing, all running away directly in the direction he stood. "--Hey, hey, hey!" Joseph realized he was right in the stampede's way. The variety in creatures was overwhelming in itself; tiny critters scampered and behemoths trampled everything in their path, yet all ran in fear of…
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–Once more, the state of utmost instinct, maximized reflexes, and ultimate freedom had been reached. The young man's brain went into overdrive, connecting disconnected threads, unlocking like seals on a boundless reservoir of thought, freed from the shackles of inhibition. The Dread looked towards the newly-emerged warrior, though didn't waste any further time before warping forward with monstrous speed, attempting to spear his hand through the Dragonheart before– FWOOSH An emergence of condensed,…
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With the Dread's rotten vessel in mind, he decided to thrust his hand forward, sending a wave of the Devil Force within him towards the being, sending the demonic curse against its body in the form of a black wind. As it brushed against the Dread's body, it stopped for a moment, looking down at itself. This gave an opportunity to the Devilheart, who sprinted the length of the land between them in an instant as his cape of shadows fluttered behind his back. There was no hesitation in Asher's body as he…
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"C'mon!" Everett called, beginning to move in the opposite direction with the unconscious Dragonheart in his arms, waving for Yuna and Melisande to follow. There was clear hesitance in Melisande as she looked towards Asher, but deep down inside, she knew her stay would only prove to be a demerit to the one willing to risk his life, opting to swallow her pride and turn the other way. "You better not die–!" Melisande called out. As the three ran in the opposite way, ducking behind the treeline, for…
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"This is insane…!" Everett called out. "At this rate, the seal is going to be broken by their battle," Yuna recognized. Though the silver-haired girl found herself more concerned in the moment about the Dragonheart himself, taken aback by the monstrous form he had taken. "...Emilio…" She quietly mumbled, watching worriedly from afar. – Yet, even after the explosive darkness had been unleashed against his scales, the Dragonheart endured with his cracked armor, taking the Devilheart by surprise,…
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A distortion of the natural System was birthed from the unequivocal emotion surging through the young Dragonheart, encasing him inside a newly-formed body, enveloping him in a four-meter beast of destruction itself: a wingless dragon of black scales and a slim form, somewhat humanoid in shape. What was born in that valley was a disaster in itself; an unnatural existence of destruction, sorrowful and anguished, whipping its black tail around with enough force to cause the surrounding land to tremble. This…
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"...Do you want to know why I chose this plan?" Emilio asked, holding onto the origin of the water bindings. Amon continued to pull at them, attempting to escape by increasing the vibrational force on his arms, though as the water broke its form, it only reformed just as quickly. "Don't bother. As it stands, you can't break from that with physical might alone," Emilio told him. "What is it?..." Amon huffed as blood leaked from his mouth, huffing, "Is it because this is the only way you could catch…
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The Dragonheart turned back to the others, who were still on the sidelines to avoid the catastrophic conflict, “…He’s weakened! Now’s our chance!” This revelation brought Everett and Yuna forward without hesitation, and even Melisande joined in despite her bruised abdomen, closing in on Amon who was being held at bay by Asher’s dark claymore. As the group closed in on all angles, leaving the recruit killer no chance for escape or a counterattack, the blood-spilling, sanity-dry man had his…
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There were no words needed by the others for them to figure out it was best to stay put for the time being, knowing there would only be a risk of crossfire if they interfered with the transformed states of the two in their combat against Amon. “…It’s always scary seein’ that form, but damn does it feel good knowin’ that’s on our team!” Everett said with a smirk, standing aside. Yuna held Melisande close, staying by the treeline as the silver-haired girl groaned, feeling her abdomen bruising…
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Just as Asher leapt in on Amon’s right, midway through swinging his claymore which was infused with a dark force, and Yuna jumped to Amon’s left with her daggers primed on his neck—Amon vanished. “—!” With speed that was imperceptible in the moment, Amon reappeared, slamming both his fists into the two attackers’ guts. It was almost a surreal sight; Amon’s existence was like a blur, his entire body vibrating at a high frequency as he repelled Asher and Yuna. “I’ve got you!” Emilio…
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