Daniel Garcia
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Engulfing his sword with draconic flames, he attempted to take the initiative with a burst forward before any of his comrades joined him, gunning straight for the imposing banshee. He moved swiftly like a bullet, hopping around to avoid the whips of razor sharp, flashing hair while also cleaving through the same attacks that came at him from other angles. 'I can make it–!' He thought. Just as he came within striking distance of the banshee, who remained hovering in the same spot, he began swinging his…
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"Wait, wait, wait–! I'm not adjusted to your freakish speed—! Emilio!" Joel called out. The silver-haired man could barely even allow his boots to touch the ground as he was helpless to the speed at which the Dragonheart sprinted, breaking through the gateway of sound as the neighboring leaves fluttered wildly. What was reached was a downward slope leading to a quarry, as if an entire chunk of the forest had been completely carved up, leaving a stretch of soil and exposed stone. "A quarry?" Emilio…
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It felt as though his insides had turned to mush; heat soared through his abdomen as warmth flooded from his stomach. Even wounded as he was, he was forced to roll over just as the massive, reinvigorated champion crashed down after a dramatic leap, attempting to crush him beneath its foot. Only barely did he manage to avoid being crushed, but it hardly seemed to matter when he could only pick himself up to a single knee before the drooling beast was in front of him again, lifting its brutal club up with…
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Just like that, the deed was done; nothing more than flexing a muscle for the Godless Style user that had killed more times than a single man's memory could remember. 'I imagine they could put up a fight–if they knew there was a fight to be fought,' he thought. Wiping the blood from his blades, he silently moved up the stone ramp up throughout the cave of the wild demi-humans. He kept himself clinging close to the wall, sinking into the shadows as he reached what looked to be the main space of the cave…
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"Ngh!" Blimpo reacted, raising his arms. Though he was no physical fighter; the elf received a harsh slam of knuckles straight into his gut, causing him to be flung back and slammed straight into a solid tree trunk. Such an impact wasn't fleeting for the tinkerer who hardly put much stock into athleticism; he was stuck sitting there against the tree, coughing and trying to breathe air back into his lungs that didn't listen to him. It felt like flames coursed through his chest; every failed breath only…
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It wasn't just him; they all were spit out, but flung in different directions within the checkered forest. Emilio found himself sent across the lake and crashing through the black-and-white trees before stopping as he fell into a pit of mushy, sticky mud. "What…just happened?" He muttered. Laying in the mud for a moment, he picked himself, looking around to find that none of his companions had landed alongside him. 'I'm alone? It…shot us all out in different directions? Are they all right? I landed…
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The others remained quiet as he introduced all but Asher to the nursery rhyme in full, finding it oddly nostalgic himself as it left his lips. "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…Life is but a dream," he continued. It was one of those things that was simply a naturally-ingrained concept into the heads of any person born in the same land as him; a nursery rhyme that befell the ears of all children, far and wide. 'I remember…My mom used to sing this to…
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There was definitely a unique atmosphere upon entering the checkered forest; the air was brisk and surprisingly fresh for being in the After, likely due to the unique trees, though something felt off. "Hey, was it always so…foggy?" Joel asked. The group stopped for a moment as Emilio looked around along with the others, finding a mist occupying the forest just a few minutes after entering it. "Brings back unpleasant memories, huh?" Emilio asked, standing beside Vandread. Vandread kept himself…
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A single misstep could lead to submerging completely in the inescapable depths of the bone-melting liquid; that fact was kept close to the hearts of each of them as they crossed. Emilio stayed ahead, though periodically checked back to make sure his companions were doing fine. "Definitely is becoming toasty here," Asher remarked. "Can't handle it?" Emilio asked with a hint of cheekiness. "Didn't say anything about that," Asher responded. It was definitely concerning just how far the sea of lava seemed…
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"Avdima?" Emilio repeated. "That name…I don't recognize it from any country in Arcadius," Blimpo said, rubbing his chin. The stranger named Avdima turned around tiredly, scratching his unkempt hair as he began walking back to the direction he came, "That's because I'm not from Arcadius." "Huh? You're not?" Blimpo said in surprise. "You're from a different world?!" Joel reacted. "You're all loud," Avdima said, "I'm from a world called Gaia–don't ask me about it. Don't care." Since it seemed the…
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