Daniel Garcia
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“Strong as in we should be running right now?!” He asked. “Yes!” Reno replied. With that, Reno already began turning around to run, moving in the opposing direction. Just as he turned his head to think about running beside the girl–a cold, dreadful air zoomed by him. What…? He thought. It was there. A burst of speed that was by all means terrifying, the grand lycan had appeared in front of Reno, blocking her path as it reared its claws back. No…! He thought. There were only…
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While Lawrence was definitely taking the attention of the hideout bandits, one way or another, he began searching the area for Reno. “Reno…? Are you here?” He called out. All he found at first were cages that held frightened captives of the bandits, who didn’t reply and seemed to flinch at any words thrown. As expected, there were mostly demi-human children being locked in cages. It seemed most demi-humans possessed majority human features, with just some aspects of animals like tails, ears,…
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As the smoke dissipated from the minuscule explosions, the state of the hazel-haired bandit’s body was revealed–the volatile explosions had charred his flesh and crushed his internal organs. The bandit fell over onto the stone as a mixture of billowing smoke and steam exuded from his burnt body, which was now a corpse. The level up was instantly felt through his body as it felt as if his wisdom was expanded and his grasp on his own magecraft heightened. It was over within seconds once the boy…
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With his back turned to the bandit, the thin, snow-skinned man twisted his joints around completely, reversing the direction his arms faced and guarding against the attack. Lawrence’s elbows popped and reversed, his shoulders rolled and rotated, completely allowing his arms freedom to defend his back. “What the–?!” Dingo let out. In an abhorrent orchestra of cracking and popping sounds, the head of the mysterious, jester adventurer spun around as his neck twisted, facing the man with his smiling…
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He didn’t have time to respond, nor did he intend to as the man rushed towards him, seemingly unhindered by the weight of his massive weapon. The atmosphere was so dense with dread and horrific acts that his mind was hazy–there was no doubt he was off of his game. …Don’t lose your focus. You’re better than this. Use what you’ve learned! He told himself. Focusing up, he faced the man square on, drawing his sword from its sheath just in time to narrowly block against the incoming downward…
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“You know a lot about Oswell and this place, don’t you?” He asked. “–” Lawrence looked down at him. “Tell me the truth, Lawrence,” he stopped, blocking the path, “…Why’re you here?” Obviously, there was a clear suspicion he had of the man being some sort of ploy for the hideout–a figure acting like a prisoner to fool people like him. Beyond that, there was something that served as the very basis for his suspicions: the “Chaos God Style.” Lawrence smiled, stopping as well,…
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In a world of magic and monsters, the man before him was a sight that made it all feel more mysterious and abnormal than ever before. He nodded, “…Well, if you’re set on helping me, then–” “Of course–your wish is my command,” Lawrence stayed bowed. “Help me find my friend–Reno–she was just brought in here before I arrived,” he commanded. There wasn’t any guarantee in his mind that the mysterious man would truly help him, especially with how unpredictable he was, but he went…
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“Tick-tock, my friend,” Lawrence smiled, “Time waits for nobody, I’m afraid.” As the stomps seemed to be coming in the general direction of that specific hall, he finally made his decision as he retrieved the ring of keys from his pocket, scurrying to unlock the door. Though of course, he didn’t know which key it was that unlocked the cell. Shit…! He thought. The footsteps were growing faster; seeming suspicious of the jingle of keys now. As he struggled, the clown-resembling man…
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He kept his shirt over his mouth and noise as to not breath in the miasmic air that hung in the stale air, slowly making his way down the hall. Rattle. “–!” Nearly jumping out of his skin, he was startled as his boot kicked into something by accident–looking down to find bones just laying in the corridor. Such a sight made his stomach drop as a cold shiver ran throughout his body. It was beginning to seem like much more than he narrowly imagined. …Is this place really just a place where they…
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Whatever thoughts raced through his head, he came to the same conclusion: he needed to take out the man with the keys–especially while he was online. With that in mind, he didn’t discard the idea of finding an alternate entrance, looking up to find an empty window sitting high above his head. Quietly now…He told himself. Wielding his staff, he focused as he silently manifested a slow protrusion of stone from beneath his feet, lifting himself up as he allowed it to rise at a crawl, making sure to…
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