As soon as Rex finished his sentence, he bent sideways dodging two arrows coming for his shoulders. Both shots were obviously aimed to inflict notable pain and limit his arm capacity. next the tankers charged at him and one of the rogues started to move to rear charge him while the second remained close to the three archers and priest. Rex didnt wait any further and charged straight ath one of the fighters. Aproximately half a second before contact with the fighter Rex tilted his aproach tragectory, shot past the two fighters and lunged straight at the archers and rogue staying in the backline. The rogue, suprised by the sudden burts of speed from they target, hesitated for a moment and then charged at Rex while keeping his body quite low allowing archers to shoot at Rex. Rex had a slit second decision to make: keep going straight and try to take out the rogue possibly geting at least a couple arrows lodged in his body, or dodge alltogether. He chose the second option as he had the physical prowess and drains to keep on in an extended fight. But he was sure that he would need to on shot his enemies or the priest would just patch them up and keep the fight on going. So he sped up and dodged the three arrows and rogue by tumbling in a one o'clock direction passing the rogue, instantly geting back up in the mointion of the tumble and dashing forward to one of the archers more to the side. Then noticing the smirking priest maintaining his position, looking at him with utmost confidence in his victory. Rex gritted his teeth and made the decision to level the playing field by taking a calculated risk, and once again changed dirrection straight for the priest. In the second he reached the priest and grabing him by the throat he couldnt dodge two of incoming arrows. one hit him in the left right shoulder, but he didnt drop his sword even thought he was gritting his teeth through the pain. The second arrowhit his letf calf, and while the arrows had barely lodged in his mucles it still hurt like a bitch. The priest, without a change in his expression maintaining his arrogant dispay snickered "If only you had the strenght to" and his sentence stopped midway with the sound of his neck breaking. Rex didnt have the luxury to wait for his monologue to end since his companions didnt seem to be interested either so the instant he killed the priest he shot ahead to the closest archer, now dodging the arrows with slightly more difficulty as the arrow in his leg was hindering his mobility. For the next few minutes The lunatical zealots were playing wack a mole with Rex, only grazing him a few times. Both fighters and both rogues were engaging Rex in melee to limit his ability to engage their archers while those were trying to find open shots to make Rex into a pincushion. It was a stallmate untill Rex finaly caught one of the rogues in an overeager attempt to get a hit in. rex grabbed the rogues wrist and crushed it, eliciting a cream from the poor bastard, but Rex also used drain to recover his vitality, effectively taking out one of their members and gaining some much needed stamina to keep the fight up.

With one less agile enemy to contend with Rex employed his supperior agility and speed to evade the remaining three melee combatants and washed at the archers who had made bigger distance between them and the melee fight to gain safe distance and look for better openings adn suppresion fire if needed. This decision turned out to be double edged sword as Rex with his supperior speed one out of the encirlement wasted no time whatsoever to close distance with one of the archers and sliced his throat. Right after that he dashed tor the next archer while avoiding the frantic shooting and ignoring the taunts and curses of their melee attackers.In a similar manner as the first archer he took care of the remaining two, then dashed and finished the wounded rogue. Holding the just killed rogue by a hand, he turned to the two fighters and rogue, with his free hand pulled out the arrow in his shoulder and calve. "You are next." said Rex and activeted drain. Seeing your comrades corpse bursting into mana dust before your eyes, and your adversity visibly recovering from his wounds and exaustion stopped the three in their tracks. "That aint no C rank!" exclaimed one of the tankers, terrified expression reavealed on his hace. They realized they had bitten of more than they can chew. 'Not even bones remained? Did it evolve?' a thought flased in Rex's mind as he dashed forward at the fighters. Now without having to be on a constatnt lookout for three archers from different positions trying to pepper him with arows it didnt take long for him to end the lives of the remaing attackers. After draining the and leaving nothing of their bodies behind Rex felt rather pleased with the development of his drain ability. While going through the belongings of the party and looting only the money and whatever valuables they had colected he was going over the last fight. Rex realize he was in a dire need of a ranged ability with fast speed to take out ranged enemies. he was quite sure that he would be going solo most of the time purely to keep his drain secret and to continiue his development unobstructed. rex was unsure of how fast people in this world grew stronger, but he was sure as hell that his growth speed in abnormaly high due to drain. And such a gift must be kept as a true hidden weapon.

Rex was also well aware that he won only because he outclassed the oposing party with his stats, and even though he was much stronger individually than any of them, their knowledge, skill and teamwork made him swet alot for his victory. While he recieved no trully serious injuries he was battered pretty solidly, and so he knew he needs more dirrect fights with groups of orcs to hone his senses, combat skill and develop his own style of combat to maximaze his strenghts and minimaze weakneses. He was also quite aware that that wouldnt happen in a day or two. One he was finished with sorting the loot he left the place leaving their equipment were it was. The party had no space rings as expected and so with his backpack ever so slightly more filled Rex went ahead in the night to hunt and wait for morning to aproach some party to gain a mutually benefitial agreement. He still needed that warlords mark.

An entire night and the early morning of slaughtering, and not assasinating, orcs later on the thirteenth floor he finally encountered what he was looking for. A party of ten with a few orcs following them. The orcs looked qiute roughed up, with heads langing low and quite glaring red marks akin to a symbol on their collarbones. Rex was looking more imposing now too. His backpack now quite packed with gems and silver from his night of slaughter. His sword hanging by this hip and now he had an extra weapon on him. A rather plain looking greatsword. The blade was dark grey, no sheen whatsoever. Its lenght was aproximetly one point nine meters, and despite its plain look it was incredibly sharp. Around its hilt was wrapped a plain looking cloth of blood red color. It had a simple leather sheath with sore rune looking symbols engraved on it .The sword was sheathed and Rex held it by the sheath in his hand. He would draw the sword before battles and since he had it sheated the party could seethat he had no obvious plan to attack them. Party still a bit weary, waited for Rex to aproach and state his intentions. After all it was not common for adventurers to travel solo in what essentially were group dungeons. Weaker monster on big backs were more of a challenge to an adventurer that stronger ones that were alone. "Is that champions greatsword?" one of the fighters asked noticing the greatsword in Rex's hand. It was quite challenging for C ranks to take one down. Even parties of C rank would be quite troubled to take one down, and they never roamed around alone.

"Greetings" Rex hailed them once he was some thirty meters away "I see you have warlords mark bearer among you. I was wondering if we could come to a mutually beneficial arangement?" Rex stood there waiting for party to respond, not approaching and closer, and standing there relaxed shoving he had no malicious intent towards them. "Feel free to discuss it among yourselves. Ill wait here for your decision, and if you are willing to discuss it with me do call me." rex added sitting down on a nearby fallen log, pulling a flask from his bags side and drinking a few mouthfulls of water from it. The party quickly gathered to discuss. Rex wasnt trying to pick up their conversation. He felt no energy fluctuations that indicated aggresion and as such he was rather calm. A few minutes later Rex heard a question coming his way from the group "Where did you aquire he greatsword? Did you buy it?" asked a feminine voice. By the looks the archer that had stood at the forefront of the party. "Killed a rather feisty looking orc. few heads bigger than the ones behind you. Was quite the fight." Rex resonded "What of it?" he continued "So are you interested to discuss a potential trade with me?". The girl lifted her hand signaling Rex to wait a bit then discussed with her party a bit longer. A few mintues later she adressed Rex "Come, we are listening."

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Rex took a smalll rope and died it around the guard and scabbard of the sword, making it rather hard to even try to pull out the blade, giving the party even more of an assurance that he seems to want no confrontation. "Im interested in awakening my warlord ability and since you have one i thought you could help me out with the details. Of course ill pay. Have a look through my backpack and tell me if i have what you want for a proper exchange. " He noticed one of the warrior witha who handed axe looking at his greatsword with great longing and added "And while i would preffer not to part with my blade, i could cinsider helping you aquire one of your own, Provided i auire what i seek. The names Rex, by the way. Thought i would introdude myself since we might be having ourselves a transaction." The archer took of her hood revealing a gold blond hair and a pair of pointy ears. "Name's Aina, and this here is our party- Silver chains." "Ill wait here then while you have a lool at my wares and decide on your demands for the exchange" said Rex as he put his backpack on the ground and stepped away from it leaning against a nearby tree. Then Aina spoke "We elves are proud people and hate to decieve, and so ill be straight. The greatsword you hold is called Champions blade. AS the name suggests they are held only by champions and are quite valuable.Much more so than the information that you seek" she then hesitated, as if trying to look for the right words to express her thoughts then continued "unfortunately we are not powerfull enough to take on a champion, not to mention the group of orcs that also accompany one." then hesitating a bit more, collecting her thoughs and courage she asked "if you were to assist us in such an endevour, what would that entail?" Rex though for a second or two, then responded with a question of his own "Lets see, i have a general idea of what your terms might be, so let me ask, with the information you have ion warlord awakening and guidance in doing so, how likely would i be to awaken it?" "With our presence and giudance, i would say guaranteed asuming you are as powerfull as your equipment implies." Rex noticed the absolute certainty that she spoke with, and as such he asked another question "Could your party take on the entourage of the champion for lets say five minutes if the chamion was not in the equation? Because if that is the case ill kill it for you and then help you clean up the guards. All i want besides the knowledge and asistance to awaken warlord is the belongings of the warlord including its corpse. The sword of course goes to your party, as well as the rest of the loot from the pack. What say you?" Rex saw the jaws of Aina and her party going slack. before Aina stuttered "Whats your adventurer rank?" she asked more in disbelief and sheer shock than from curiosity. Rex, somewhat understanding her suprise, remembering the annoyance that was dodging the champion while he was slaughtering the guards darting back and forth avoiding champions sword strikes and slicing the necks of guards back and forth spoke " Not registered with the guild. If you have a knowledge of a location of one you can have a look at my abilities while we travel there. And there is no need to worry about me offering much greater value on my side. I find that what you are offering is of greater value for my interests, so i would say its quite the lucrative deal for us all. I get what i want and i believe that the contact with you and your party could prove to be very profitable to us both in the future as well. So the question is, can you handle the guards for five minutes and does such terms satisfy your party? " An instant "Yes please!" with more exitement than he expected stoped him from thinking of other propositions. Aina instantly added "I meant we can handle them for five minutes and we would gladly accept the offer then. Whats more we indeed have a knowledge of a location that should have a champion." "Great, show the way please" Rex responded "and allow me to do the slaying on our way there."

The following few hours for the Silver Chains was a spectacle out of a dream. A single man, like the harbinger of death cut through all the orc parties they enountered along the way. He swung the greatsword using it as a long one handed blade, From time to time grabing an orc by their throat and snapping their neck. The almost two meter long youth looked like a force of nature. A tsunami that leveled the poor mortals in its wake. Only now Aina remembered tales her mother used to tell her of the true archons. Men of great power with eyes not of this wolrd, capable of changing the tides of war single handedly. Heroes, kingmakers, legends. Tales all elven children grew up with in their home cityies in the forests of the misty isles.

Soon they reached a rather shallow gorge that had a small camp located in it. The two scouts of the party did a reconosance quite quickly, returned and informed the part and Rex of the sitiation. It was ax they hoped- thre indeed was a champion in the camp, however there was also a complication. the entourage was twice as big as it sould be ussually. Aina said that it was too dangerous to try and raid such encampment. She was not willing to risk her party members even if they could hold for five minutes. Rex though for a second, then he remembered theat they had discussed along the way regarding the warlord mark. Then he asked "You told me about the challenge that i would have to make in front of a crowd of orcs no? Cant i do the same here? You said that one doesnt do that because humans cant normaly take champions one on one, but since i plan to do just that, isnt this a perfect oportuninty? I will dominate and destroy orcs untill i get the mark or champion comes to me and i destroy Him. Who knows, maybee there is a better mark?" Rex grinned. Aina slapped her forehead both in realization of the obvious truth in his words and the absolute nonchalance in witch the man in front of her regarded a champion. "Yes, that is indeed a great way to do that. This way we both get what we want from our trade. Please do, Swenn, the banner please." she added. A rather burly man took his bag of his shoulders and rummmaged in it for while, then he pulled out a rolled up flag of sorts, attached it to a spear and handed it to Rex. "hold the spear as a flag boy, approax the gate with the banner clear in the wiew, the orcs, seeing the banner will allow you to aproach. One you are some fifty meters away, plant the banner in the ground and stand next to it. Orcs will come out crowd their gates and then send a single combatant to meet you. To hasten the mark aquisition, brutalize the orc. Beat him up hard. Then and only then end him. You just have to continiue untill you gain it. The orc you are beating up when you aquire the mark will have your mark glow like rune underneath it and imprint itself on its collarbone. Afterwards whenever you are dominating your targets you will feel the mark whne it can be imprinted. Once awakened your conscioness affects the mark quitea bit. For example peaple who hate snakes are wery unlike to mark snake origin monsters and races and so on. Thats all boy. Go and shred them. Give us a show. " The old man grinned and pulled his bag closer to the party talking about having a beer while watching the fight,earning a few bonks on the head from Aina.