Daniel Garcia
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Alekkai shook his head, “I have things to tend to still,” the red-haired warrior smiled softly, patting the boy’s head, “…Don’t worry. I will be fine. One does not become a champion through being defeated by a simple bit of exhaustion.” “…Well, if you say so,” he smiled. Though he wanted to help, he was partly glad to be spared of having to work further that day; while walking up the tree-accompanied bridges, he watched from up above as Alekkai began to settle in the freed…
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“Urgh…?!” Urganna growled. Before the Outrider could do anything, Alekkai had reached his head, using his sword to stab into the abhorrent demi-human’s right eye, sinking it in deep. “Graaaaaagh–!!!” Urganna roared out in agony. The sudden burst of pain caused the monstrous bear to thrash about, slamming his fists and flinging his body side-to-side, causing the crimson-haired Verma Champion to withdraw his blade and jump away. “That pain! Does it hurt?! Does it burn!? My brother, my…
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“Come, then,” Alekkai said, holding his blade up as the rain fell down his body, “Allow me to slay you like the beast you are.” Though he was taken aback by the sheer speed at which Urganna moved–bursting forward with agility that didn’t shift at all from the increase in size. A ground-trembling roar unleashed from the monstrous bear’s jaws as it tunneled forward, digging up piles of mud with its claws. “–!” Alekkai readied himself. He dodged to the side as the paw of the champion,…
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As the adrenaline died down, the pain that was suppressed within his body kicked in and his strength gave out, causing him to fall back as he held onto his sword, falling with the mountainous body of the chief. It’d be real nice…if prince charming caught me in his arms right about now, he thought. With the large body of the chief plummeting down, an echoing thud sounded out, causing the temple to rumble momentarily. Landing harshly against the fur-carpeted, wooden floor, the fall from such a height…
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Even facedown with a mind that barely clung to consciousness, he managed to defend himself while the healing magic tended to his tender, broken body. Collisions constantly filled his ringing ears as stone clashed against stone; new walls sprouted each time they were shattered, using the material from the broken shields. “–No! No! No! Impossible! Something like this…it’s impossible!” The chief roared out. The levitating appendages were held back by the unending walls, allowing for the healing…
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The dragon blood was pumped into his veins, but he maintained himself; he didn’t lose himself in blind savagery, but instead reached to his side, unsheathing his precious sword from its scabbard. It was the subconscious restraint he managed to invoke the Dragon Flow in that allowed him to withdraw its repercussions; he opted not to rely on the flames, saving his body from overextension. As he drew his black-steel sword, the chief immediately invoked a new spell in response: “Spears Of…
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The chief’s ears flicked as he seemed to notice the sounds of battle outside of the temple walls, “I see. It’s the Verma; how unsurprising. They’ve fallen so low that they’ve recruited human children into their ranks.” “–” He was silent. After the damage he’d sustained, the lesser spirits had naturally vanished from him from the loss of focus. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a child. If you’ve walked into my home, I’ll crush you all the same. I’ve got my own people…
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He gulped and held his spear tightly, “…Don’t worry. I’ll save you!” Though he said such courageous words, his heart thumped inside of his chest with fear; his fingers trembled against his spear and sweat dripped from his chin, STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. It was only thanks to the two lesser spirits that aided him and the light they emitted that he saw the approaching figure: it was an Outrider dressed fully in black garbs; he was bulky and stalwart like a steel wall. In the hand of the approaching…
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“Run from the inevitable, young human,” the chief taunted him, not having moved a single step. He suddenly stopped with a stomp the wooden below his boots, holding his staff forward as he unleashed a large wave of wind to stop the hail of seeds that soared towards him. There! I can do–he thought. “Ghh-!” He winced. His thoughts were interrupted as pain struck throughout his entire body, focusing on his compromised forearm as the roots seemed to dig in violently. It didn’t take more than a…
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As he ascended the stairs, he found himself undersized compared to the structure of the temple; doors towered like arches and normal furniture stood head-and-shoulders above him. It was a frightening discovery, as it spoke of the size of whoever occupied the abode; everything felt as if it was built around giants, too large even for the Outriders he’d seen previously. As he was walking down the corridor of the nature-built temple, a low grumble echoed through the halls. “–” He stayed silent. It…
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