Daniel Garcia
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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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There were a few silent minutes spent standing before the front gates, though there was no reason to go inside, at least not yet, according to what Asher told them. After some inspection, Asher and Emilio both found there to be no visible damage done to the integrity of the exterior chains. “Doesn’t look like Amon has been here yet,” Emilio noted. “That’s a relief…” Melisande breathed out. Still, the darkly-dressed man wasn’t all too convinced as he stood up straight after kneeling to…
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Still, he found himself more curious about the figure he was running beside as he looked over at Asher, “You’re a recruit, right?” “Yeah. I thought that was obvious,” Asher replied, hopping over a jutted-out root in the snow. It was a bit frustrating trying to build rapport with the stranger as he seemed even more locked off than the dagger-wielding demi-human, though the perplexing sense Emilio had about Asher pushed him to continue talking. “What’s your last name?” Emilio…
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Asher didn’t seem much for conversation, and not much on time either, but explained, “Amon is after something called ‘Dread’–it’s an entity sealed within this valley. If it’s released, it’ll mean death for everything within it–animals, plants, and humans alike.” “The ‘Dread’?” Yuna said quietly. “Something like that is sealed here? Why would they keep that where they do the trial…” Melisande questioned. “I’ve been asking myself that a lot–I don’t think it’s…
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“It hasn’t had enough yet?!” Everett called out. “Guess not…!” Emilio readied himself, conjuring a fireball in front of his staff. As they grouped together, they faced down the beast as it landed back down onto the field of snow, crashing down with an impact that stirred up clouds of frost. While Yuna and Everett sprinted forth through the stretch of cold white to confront the thrashing beast, the young Dragonheart unleashed a burst of high-speed fireballs that flew over the snow, burning…
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“For now…if this is really the weather everywhere in the valley, then I’ll create a base for us,” Emilio said, “Stand back.” The three seemed eager for the young Dragonheart’s offer as they gladly stood back and watched as Emilio put his magic mastery to use, able to utilize the vast clearing ahead as he manipulated the natural material around. A square-shaped cottage was made from a combination of reinforced dirt and stone, using the frost itself to stick it together and harden…
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“From what I can tell, the ones running this trial have been ‘hands-off’ so far, so…I doubt they’d start now,” Emilio said. “I agree with that. This valley is enough of a challenge as is, any more and they’d be senselessly killing recruits who are barely getting by,” Yuna added. “I don’t know ’bout that,” Everett scratched his head, “Whoever is runnin’ this trial is cruel in my eyes…I mean, look at what we’ve gone through so far. Do ya’ really think planting traps is…
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While Yuna and Everett kept watch, the young Dragonheart used healing once more, keeping the staff pointed close to Melisande’s leg as the wounds began to close up. “…Thanks,” Melisande said with a scrunched nose, still feeling some level of pain. After the recovery magic was finished, Emilio stood up, lending his hand to the girl to help her stand, though she limped a bit. It wasn’t a speedy process, taking a good few minutes even when trying to act in haste. “Ngh…” Melisande…
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“It’s the last day,” he said, speaking his mind. The words were somewhat blurted on, though it seemed to be vocalizing exactly what the others were thinking as well. “Yeah, it is,” Everett said, “Can’t believe it’s only been less than a week since I met all of ya’. If–no, when we make it through this, we’re comrades for life, got that?” Everett’s words were as genuine as could be as the country-born youth put his fist over his own chest with a big smile. “Of course,”…
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