Emily Anderson
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”You really gotta be like that?” Minaga complained. “We were just about to get to the good stuff!” “I question why we had to cut the feed too,” the Wyrmgod chimed in, as he had nevertheless done as Vilastromoz asked. “Not that I see any value in observing it either, but there is no purpose in not simply continuing like normal.” ”Because if you kept recording, I would be the one who would get shit for it from Jake later on,” the Viper grumbled. “Plus, wouldn’t that hunter god also…-
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A question had been gnawing in the back of Jake’s mind for a while. One that had been further amplified by Sim-Jake whenever he first met him and made even worse as he rose through the grades and went through the many opponents in the Colosseum of Mortals: Did archers suck in the multiverse? As in, was it just a worse way to fight than most others? Jake did have to admit that the number of archers he had seen or knew of that were at the pinnacle was limited at best, and not a single one of the…
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The Lord of the Hunt was an opponent Jake had been interested in for a long time. Well, alright, not that long, but ever since he heard of the title, he had been interested in fighting the one who held it. He already knew a bit about her, as she had shown up for every single one of his fights so far to scout him out, which had also given Jake the chance to check her out in turn. She was an elf who really gave off those traditional wood elf fantasy vibes. She wore a hooded dark green cloak, wielded two…
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Staring down, he observed the arena below, mainly using his sphere as the dense miasma covered pretty much everything. Inside this cloud of thick miasma, right smack-center of the arena, lay a torso with only a head attached. Fifteen meters away to one side was a leg, an arm was nailed to the wall in another direction, the second leg was thrown all the way to Jake’s starting area, and the final arm was nailed into another wall directly opposite the first. Well, alright, the limbs weren’t all in…
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Everything had honestly worked out as Jake had planned. He had slowly weakened the Necromancer with several arrows and limited his mobility enough for him to confidently land a blow that, by all accounts, should have been lethal. There was nothing wrong with anything he had done… the problem was the opponent he had done it to. From an outsider’s perspective, the fight definitely looked over. Jake was poisoned and had a nasty hole in his shoulder, but was otherwise able to keep fighting, while the…
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Polly cheerfully wanted to cook for their group that night to celebrate the death of her teacher. It was a bit odd to have her tell stories of how her teacher had taught her and how much he had sucked in between happy humming because he was now dead and buried. Speaking of death, Jake issued his challenge to the Necromancer two days after he had beaten the Archmage… and once more was told the guy wanted an entire month of preparations… so yeah, another thirty days for Jake to prepare tools to increase…
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”You know, I am not even sure if I should be angry or happy with this outcome,” Owen muttered while Jake scarfed down his lunch. ”I know that I said I wanted you to convince my father to no longer attempt to become a Grand Champion… but did you really have to convince him to try and make me one?” Jake finished chewing as he answered seriously. ”In all honesty? Yes. You kind of said it yourself, but for the last many years, your dad had made his quest to become the Grand Champion his entire…
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Jake was arrogant; no two ways about it. But his arrogance was also always backed with a certain level of well-earned confidence and a powerful intuition. He did not declare others weak or strong or claim himself superior based on pure narcissism, but his own reading on his opponent… and while the Lightning Monarch was powerful, Jake had full confidence in himself. Especially when he saw the man be momentarily surprised at Jake’s charge… oh, and the fact that he had a damn good plan. Nevertheless,…
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Vilastromoz had to admit that the Wyrmgod had managed to gather quite the respectable images to be used as Champions. To see Gudrun had already been surprising, as she wasn’t really known to be that huge of a fighter these days. Even before she became a god, she had been more of a shaman or leader than a Valkyrie that used a spear. Well, it was not like she could have been one, as Valkyrie wasn’t really a term before Gudrun, as she was the one who more or less created that Path. Yet the seven…
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Jake spent far longer than he would have liked to get home. How in the hell did an entire crowd even manage to gather outside the arena in the relatively short time spent just talking to the Battlemaster? He had no idea, but they somehow had. There were thousands upon thousands of spectators who wanted to see the new Champion and to celebrate him. While he had wanted to avoid them entirely, Jake somehow ended up spending nearly an hour placating the crowd before using his injuries as an excuse to head…
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