Patricia Johnson
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The true battle began, starting now. Jackal and Otto stared at each other from ten meters apart. A vortex of fiery wind encircled the two of them. It raged wildly as the two prepared to fight in earnest. For one, the vortex was a way for Otto to separate his own fight with Jackal from his enemies' interruption. For another, it allowed him to 'cull the herd' and thin out their numbers. As he had no doubt that as soon as the vortex died down, they would come for him. And it wasn't to give him a warm,…
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"When did you figure it out?" Otto smirked at him and continued to send spell after spell flying in Jackal's direction. His aim was uncanny. Otto's spells seemed to twist in direction just when they were right about to miss his body, and ended up hitting the man dead on. These spells were extraordinarily quick to cast. But that didn't mean they were light on damage. Within a few seconds, Jackal found himself groaning in pain as they managed to hit him. But he himself was no pushover, either. Otto…
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A figure appeared from the center of the explosion, barely visible to the dense covering of dust in the air. He looked to be in a miserable state. A dense coating of purple blood, some caked on his now naked body, some still dripping off his myriad wounds covered him like a cloak. The figure's legs looked thin and disproportionately weak compared to the rest of his body, as if they had recently been regrown. His arms sported scars galore that were healing and disappearing on their own as the figure…
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The alarm bells in Otto's mind continued to rise in volume. His eyes glanced around at the surrounding forest dispassionately. But his gaze hid a deep wariness and vigilance. Specific areas of the forest were pinpointed with an almost laser-like precision. Otto's eyelids covered his heavy gaze as his brows furrowed almost indiscernibly. He also cast over and over again. As before, there was no response. The corner of Otto's lips curved ever so slightly upwards. His feet bounced across the…
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Three days passed in relative silence after Otto finished off the remaining Throskarts with a combination of poison and treacherous spells. The final group of Throskarts Otto faced was actually the strongest among them, as they belonged to the mastermind's party. Still, they weren't particularly difficult to kill. At least, not after they were inevitably extremely weakened by the poison. A hunch began to form in Otto's mind. Individual puzzle pieces put themselves together to form a much larger…
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The fight was intense. Hammers and swords clashed with arrows and invisible magic projectiles. Throskarts snuck behind the armies on both sides to ambush unsuspecting opponents. Bodies fell with a SPLAT onto the slick, purplish ground. The Throskarts currently fighting were unsurprisingly much stronger than Otto's usual targets. Otto estimated that without the poison seriously weakening them, it would take him dozens of minutes to kill them all in one fell swoop. Well, to be fair, if Otto really went…
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Countless eyes rose to the tip of the forest as a giant blue dome seemed to envelop the planet itself. The dome was awe-inspiring in size and sheer intensity of its effect. Moreover, it was contracting, slowly but surely. Otto's eyes glittered as he brought out his next move. An object appeared in his hand. Two tubes stuck out of its small, semi-rectangular body, hiding the complex internal mana circuitry within. It didn't look frightening at all, but it was with this tool that Otto planned on…
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A handsome dark-haired boy dressed in dark blue zipped through the forest faster than the eye could track. Every couple hundred meters, he paused and squatted down on the ground. A small circle filled with glowing blue runes appeared on the soil. The boy seemed to fiddle with them for a few seconds before they disappeared into the earth like a good fart, silent but deadly. Then, the boy would run away again, sprinting as he dodged and weaved through plants and trees at lightning speed through the…
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Otto kept one eye on the progress of the chase as he continued to draw arrays. A few hundred life signatures appeared in Otto's mental image. Among them included almost a hundred lone life signatures littered throughout the trap circle Otto had imagined in his mind. They didn't seem to be affiliated with any of the current factions. Frankly, it didn't matter. Since these lone Throskarts had arrived, they could only be victims to Otto's schemes. Other than that, there was one lone signature moving…
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It took barely ten minutes before Otto arrived on top of a hill in the middle of the forest. He set Jackal down on to the ground and examined his surroundings. The trees weren't quite as crowded here, allowing both of them a relatively clear vision of the scene in front of them. Three parties, each with a few hundred Throskarts, were squarely facing off, inching closer to a brightly glowing coin in the center by the second. Otto closely examined the three parties. He noticed a key detail. In each of…
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