Matthew Jones
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Kneeling before the man that ought to be kneeling before me, the man I sought to dethrone and toss aside, much in a similar manner I did with Matthias, I find that I've never been so defeated. Not even while facing the Cult. The Cult I could always escape from, I could always turn tail, take a blow to my pride and live to fight another day but…with him, with Serue. I find this may be the end of the line for this wild adventure into this uncomfortable, medieval world of magic, gods, spirits, elves and…-
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Once again sheer preparedness saves the day and my shiny hide. My first Soul Shield quickly gave after a few meagre seconds under the Mayor's crackling, torrenting fist of wind. Sending out the second, prepared shield is not my current problem however. As the blazing wind and arching lightning passes through my hair and grazes my sides ever so often. I worry about how my several protruding hands of Death gripping unto his sides refuse to leave him unable to stand. I thought for sure that if anything…
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Floating on the outside of the barrier I can't help the overwhelming feeling of loss that overcomes me. Pressing my hand against the thin, yet strong barrier I feel that feeling boil with a rage within me, an anger at myself. Despite all I've done and gone through in service of the Goddess Frozia, I still find myself on the action. Like I always did with these battles. When was the last time I truly had some kind of use to Asher? Some function to serve in his battles? Perlman? Yes. Perlman. I believe…
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It's very unsettling realizing you're trapped with a violence loving man and his…family. Although, I'm still not sure what his children are doing here. In fact, I'm not sure what any of them are doing here. Audwin is completely useless. What good is a D-rank? "Asher…" Kaylin whispers, "What do we do?" she demands. I'm not quite sure actually, since pronouncing he's going to fight Serue hasn't done anything else but laugh like a maniac. "I think we should honour him the first punch." Kaylin…
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From the cold, careful placement of his footfalls, his thin, unassuming smile to the cool, jet black wave of hair on his head. The Mayor is far more of a slithering creature than even my familiar. His slow clap as he steps out of the tear in space has my blood boiling. This, this wasn't even on the very long list of how he could get a jump on me. Kaylin feels the same, perhaps even worse as she's already flaring with mana. I, on the other hand, isn't so quick to battle. His slow clap means something, and…
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It didn't take much convincing to get Kaylin up and riled for a march into the Mayor's Palace. In fact, it took more effort to tamper her vigour than it did bringing it up in the first place. "We have to be careful," I say, holding her by the arms, she's gotten a lot fleshier, far more than when we met. I suppose lunches in the underground her mother ran were no different from what the rest of the people down there ate. "I am not certain I slipped through all the traps, for most of the time I was…
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Among the many strange things that cloud this figure we know as the Mayor of Aste, the most prominent bit that stands out for me would be the fact that he has yet to make an appearance. I mean, he couldn't have possibly thought for a single second that those Hunters he sent would kill me, would defeat me. No, I mean, even if he did, who wouldn't want to see what the thorn in their side looks like? I know I would. So why didn't he even turn up to gloat? One of the answers I've thought up to this little…
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I shouldn't be so shocked to hear it. The Mayor being an S-rank may not have been something I considered but it's something I'm sure I can prepare for. Yes. I can totally still go ahead with this fight; I can totally still have the entire March fall under my control. Yes. After all, all I have to do is pull some world busting spell out my ass and we're good as pie! At least, that's what the expectant look on Kaylin seems to want. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with an S-rank? I've barely just…
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Sitting atop the rubble from Anselm and Quens battle, cold as it may be, I find myself feeling like a child waiting patiently for his mother while some sales man rambles on about some brilliant new toy, I should tell my mum to buy once she comes. For the most part this is quite accurate as even now, when I asked him to give me and explanation for why in the hells his body, his immortal, invulnerable soul is not regenerating as fast as it should. Normally, this wouldn't even be a discussion since he is…
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Things are not going my way. Currently I'm walking toward Quen and Anselm's rather disastrous battlefield, for some reason they've deigned to take the fight out of the north and gone ahead to destroy more than a few buildings the further down they went. Beside me is my newly attained…well, I wouldn't call her an ally, but I suppose puppets should work just fine, yes, puppet. I chose not to heal her fully just yet, even though she's nearly drained of all her blood having being skewered like a piece of…
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