Daniel Garcia
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With a snap of his fingers, the air shifted, excluding itself from the immediate area around the crustacean. It brought the black-armored, shore protector to a halt as all of the oxygen was siphoned immediately. "Ha-ha! He took away its ability to breathe! That spell is invincible!" Everett cheered in support of his best friend. Maverick seemed to think differently, "No! Emilio! A Dread Cruster doesn't need oxygen!" The abnormal, exoskeleton creature once more revealed surprising aspects of…
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The shores of the grandiose island were a problem itself, with giant crabs roaming the sand, though they were easy enough to slay with the proper firepower. "Phew," Emilio sighed out, casting away the flame from his hand as a felled crustacean fell onto the shore. "Another one down!" Everett celebrated. 'Just wait for me Celly–we'll be there soon,' Emilio thought, looking towards the distant trees. – On the way to reuniting with his lost comrades, Emilio found himself stopped on the…
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The bolts missed his skull by a mile as he already swept the legs of the burnt elf from beneath him, moving instinctively still with those shining eyes as he ruthlessly held his hand like a blade. With a swift, merciless movement, he pierced his hand through the chest of the fallen elf, electrifying him from the inside-out. "--" Sirius' eyes returned to their normal state as his expression returned, breathing out as he looked down at the elf he had taken out. The blow was an instant kill,…
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Sirius smiled, "Interesting. You're a tough one to break, aintcha?" The elf wielded his unique crossbow, running his other hand along its obsidian-and-bronze material, causing the dormant orbs within it to suddenly light up with a crimson glow. The weapon began to morph; the spine of the bow lengthened, restructuring itself before a blood-red aura manifested a set of bolts along the newly-shaped crossbow. 'He changed the shape of his weapon? He was holding out on me, huh. What sort of magic is…
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Walking around casually, Sirius left the shores after dismantling a few, giant crabs, holding a humongous, cooked crab leg in one of his hands as he ate the delectable meat from it. "Mm-mm-mm," Sirius made sounds of satisfaction when slurping down the fine cuisine while walking into the tree-filled grasslands. For the man who wielded lightning, the challenges of nature, no matter how supreme, were only a second thought to him; he instead chose to take the unknown situation as an opportunity to…
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Plummeting downward from the sky, a comet of flames descended rapidly, approaching the very area she stood in. The popping and crackling of the soaring flames was blaring; as it descended faster, the elven hunters jumped back, along with Celly who moved out of the way before it crashed into the ground with a pillar of flames reaching up. An extraordinary heat emitted from the position of the fire, which took the form of blazing, bird wings. The silver-haired girl kept her arms up, protecting herself…
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Using the terrain for any sort of advantage, the mystical staff was waved, giving way for the ground behind her to morph, losing its solid form and turning into a large, tidal wave of mud that loomed over the hunters. Leading the chase, the elven hunter with long, platinum hair held his hand in front of himself, speaking in a whisper that was too quiet and too fast to be heard, "----" At that moment, Celly felt a spike in mana; a refined signature that felt like a wise, ancient tree, yet honed for…
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It was unnerving to be stuck in the cramped spot, only able to watch and hope that she wasn't discovered. The lanky, elven man crouched down abnormally, standing on all fours before bringing his chest close to the ground, inspecting the blades of grass carefully. Only when finally looking around the perplexing figure did she realize there were two more of the elven men–one was clung to a tree, inspecting its bark, hanging on nimbly like a spider with his long, thin arms. Another was doing…
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It was the worst possible environment to be ambushed in, especially by enemies that seemed experienced; being left completely open in the clear field without any obstacles, while the enemies possessed complete ambiguity. Arrows kept coming from different directions, some coming at different angles at the same time, confirming it wasn't a single enemy lurking by the trees. '—This is a gamble, but I have to do it!' She decided. Before the next set of arrows came, she lifted her staff high as an…
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Stopping for a moment as she clutched her staff, she closed her eyes for a moment, whispering incantations to herself before calling upon the desired magecraft: "Sphere of Life Protection." Around her body, a spherical barrier made out of translucent, cyan light was created, guarding her as she now felt confident to continue traversing the rocky bridge. In order to maintain the platforms that were suspended on nothing but her own mana, she had to concentrate despite the boiling geysers appearing…
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