Everyone looks at the compressed Vollversion in astonishment when they figured it out the cloak is Tacticun’s jacket. He has his side facing their intruder with glaring red sclera, black irises, and orange pupils. Vidar disappears before slashing both of Grimm’s eyes then walks to Grando, wrapping him in Grimm’s cloak and hands Melissa off.
Vidar wastes no time with cutting him up in sashimi, he side kicks the orb out of the hand bearing it. Julius Cawl runs to pick it up and shoves Orb van wensen in his pocket, away from prying hands. Reinhard is able to see Vidar’s Jenseitiger shaped silhouette in perpetual darkness so he can attack still the same as ever.
“Shiroi jigoku tsuki!” Vidar’s ability where he slices his sword downwards and distorts space to rip white fissures of hell’s teeth into an opponent’s inner world, their very existence will be gnawed upon. Grimm had to focus all of Jenseitiger as a defensive mechanism for protecting the inner entity and its world.
“You’re nothing but a monster! Just some psychotic mass murderer who kills people without consequences! I hope the deaths of everyone haunt you until someone finally, graciously forever kill you!” Reinhard shouts, slamming his fist down on Vidar’s strained shoulder, cutting through flesh, muscles, and bone.
He lifts his head back and slams full force against Reinhard, then sliding his dominant foot backwards to slash a Caelum Piercer across the entire bodily system. Reinhard barely escapes another Caelum, Vidar cracks his neck and those damn eyes show relentless determination, a manic gleeful smile, and the face of a motherfucker who will never back down anymore. He feels a new sub personality materializing, making quips and jokes around life and death situations.
“Whoa, there, you still need my fatherly asskicking!” Vidar says, reversing Mondzahn’s grip and plunges another Caelum Piercer in Reinhard’s stomach, before adding two more in rapid succession. Cells were being destroyed and Jenseitiger energy erased then being recreated to be poisonous from the body of a traitor, he’s not caring about the future laws of thermodynamics nor the law of conservation. Grabbing both sides of the hilt, ducking to his knees, then pointing it to the left side, he cuts Reinhard’s crotch. Before delivering a kick upright on the chin, a loud crack was heard in the cold wind, Vidar shots under Grimm’s legs, locking the nondominant appendage, picking him up and harshly driving Reinhard to the ground before getting on top and placing the same appendage in a leg lock. “Break!”
He slices vertically down Reinhard’s head to hip, who is still lying on the ground from Vidar power driving him. Blood spurts out in rows when his body recognizes the pain as blood wasn’t leaving usually when someone is cut. He remembers Reinhard’s previous words and becomes enraged at it, does he have Alzheimer’s or dementia now.
“I know that so you don’t have to shove it down my goddamn throat! But you’re not a fucking saint either!” Tacticun roars, pointing at Grimm. Then disembowels himself and rips out his intestines tossing them to Reinhard for apparently no goddamn fucking reason, he grabs Reinhard’s neck and snaps it out of place. Didn’t kill him so he just crudely put it back in place.
“We’re living in this hellish world absolutely ruined by you. Creating weapons of all types to send them to our fucked up world called Jollorus!”
“What do you want? A damn apology! It wouldn’t even matter because nobody would accept it, now take that self righteousness and shove it straight up your ass!” he said, Tenso Mondzahn isn’t smooth but rough so the blade rips bodies apart. Vidar reverse gripped to drag Mondzahn upwards tearing muscles along with bones off.
Copies appear latching on him and exploding in mercury paste. Psychotic laughter fills everyone’s ear as the Beschädigt mask forcefully twist those few remaining screaming clones in unnatural angles akin to abstract paintings. Travelers below third seat vomit in horror at the handiwork like a invisible sadistic monster was possessing the sixteen General, he picks one up, marveling at it, only to just crush his head barehanded. Leaders of each division can’t look away or close their eyes as Vidar steadily walks towards his opponent.
Controlling ceased to stop when Tacticun punches his face with the non dominant right hand. He couldn’t never deny it when the person known for kindness is a irredeemable monster. Yet he attacks more ferociously to put Malvena’s enemy on their last back foot. Scent of dirt, blood, rotten energy, and more blood was heavy than ever. He swings Tenso faster, now focused on ending this battle and closed out doubt and fear.
Trickles of light shine upon the rest but left the two out. A cruel, merciless smirk creases on Reinhard’s face as crackling lighting enters then passes mere inches aways from Viddy’s heart. Gernibel had a pleased look where now Harald intervenes as they stay back-to-back and Sandy commands the others to stop from getting in.
“It’s a learning exercise and I want to know what these two can do.” he coughs in his hand. Bringing his feet up on the wheelchair when a subordinate brought it to him, now methodically looking at Julius. Cawl could feel multiple eyes breathing down on the second seat’s neck and turns around just for Sandy having the lower facial part sunk down in his extraordinary precious scarf, but garnet red colored eyes were still looking up at Cawl.
“So Lothbrok, you decided to join in this feigned battle, just to delay your home’s inevitable demise.” said Grimm, sardonically mocking them. Within Harald came Schlangen, who loves Malvena and looks at him disdainfully before scoffing over to Pizzaro.
“Ready?” asks Harald, unsheathing the Regalia. He gets injured in his arm, tattered clothing strands flowing gracefully from the side. Painful screams left but slapped shut because now was not time for agonizing roars.
“Yeah, kinda, maybe.” Vidar muses comically, anyways he swung Mondzahn down only for the blade to be blocked. Revelation came to him, Caelum infused muscles and Tacticun did it, attack power was exponentially increased. Only drawback for it is putting himself in a self induced state.
Barrages of swift attacks came from each side to deliver killing blows. He blocks an attack and stab Gernibel repeatedly where important blood vessels are situated. The wound from earlier short circuits his heart, ensuring immediate death. Then everyone jumped in and started attacking the two, Malvena’s very sky cracked like glass as animalistic monsters appear different from Sanguinsurges, they howl loudly and one massive yellow narrow golden eye shoots down beams made of light encasing them.
“Vervoer,” Reinhard says grinning, swiping his hand across the injured face as it fully regenerates back those eyes to the former state. “Like I was saying, I’m going to destroy this world and make Revenant King Charlie my bitch. No one is going stop and try to get in my way!”
Vidar stands up as Jasholin throws an entire tree, it completely bypasses the barrier and knocks Cawl out of it. Tacticun can barely move, let alone speak or breathe, so Harald had to cut the pocket holding that orb. Julius’s body melts into mercury and Vidar throws Tenso to the ground jumping on Cawl’s faux body.
The mercury explodes in stakes, puncturing everything imaginable. Hell, the atomic nucleuses were not exempted, his pain receptors don’t seem to be working. He doesn’t feel the pain, even though his body is wondering about whether or not it happened. His vision is blurry like when someone stands up too fast, this time it’s not going away.
“I did good right?” Julius says, getting impaled was the reward for his question. He chuckles dropping the body aside, gesturing to him.
“That’s what admiration gets you. Death, betrayal, heartbreak, and sadness so I manipulated this unforeseen potential person because he was just too naive and I just felt like it. Hush, little one, adults are talking.” Grimm kicks the pleading Julius’s wound.
“Reinhard! Get back down here so I can put you forty feet under! Don’t you leave this battle, bastard!” Vidar picks up Tenso Mondzahn, shouting while looking up at him.
“Oh come on,” he coos. “You’re in no way for us fighting. You lack a unsteady battle stance and all of your attacks are weak. The stubborn bastard couldn’t get me feeling an adrenaline rush.”
Min Fang heard he hemorrhage a blood vessel, tons of them. The three escaped with the orb and Vidar stumbles before falling face first in Velano’s arms. Tenso reverted back to Purgans as they come running up.
“The sixteenth General is in a not good state but I don’t know.” Kovoran Velak says. Short straight faded blue hair, black eyes, flat stomach, well endowed, and tall stature.
“What do you mean?” asks Arrancar, who’s slightly confused. Mainly concerned for his friend.
“If I were to wager my life right here. He’s in a vegetative state, basically at the very bottom of consciousness levels, so I have no idea when he might recover.” everyone looks down feeling helpless. Sandy jumps onto someone’s back lending him his wheelchair, Keznpechi puts Vidar on it and drapes the cloak over Tacticun’s legs.
The four cry next to their father, who’s completely unresponsive as there’s a million yard stare dully glistening in his eyes. All of them including the kids immediately went to the war room without Kaladon. Sandy’s sitting instead standing as Melissa stays next with Viddy, whose wounds are being dressed by Velak, he has a locked direction which is forward.
“What’re we doing with our four vacant spots?” Angus said, looking emotionless, but is looking for the betterment of Malvena.
“Dondi could assume to be the pseudo General. Third seat below Julius will be effectively promoted to his spot. Gernibel and Reinhard will be open for candidates, seems unlikely for recruits to achieve Vollversion.”
“We have Generals without Vollversion, Sandy, are you becoming too senile?” Jenaharo muses, nearly avoiding glares from Min Fang, she seems utterly pissed off. He merely chuckles, tilting his head down.
“I’m four thousands years old, Saige’s older than me, by about two more. Take that what you will, Valmada. Alright, any suggestions from anyone?” Ukinattox quickly raises his hand.
“Shouldn’t we have something to designate the second seats, instead hoping lower ranks rely on memory. Viajero General sounds weird when pronouncing it. New title I recommend is Militant Commander, since the government doesn’t recognize us.”
Angus groans inwardly. “You are right. They remain absurdly stubborn on the first and last line of defense institution not being a military force. Iron Gate is more alike some mercenary group having common sense and they work for us without thinking about pay.”
“I got it! Circular armbands embossed with the insignia of our divisions and numbers in two different languages in chronological order,” Mulysses says. “Eerst, Zweite, Derde, Vierter, and Vijfde. So on and so forth.”
Bellion looks at Ukinattox, smiling ever so brightly. “You’re a genius! Now Audrina, since the division to properly manufacture these is under your control.”
Audrina gives curtly, short nod and is waiting for further instructions. Dondi’s given his Commander’s haori, he glances at Vidar, sighing before putting it on. Now the four oldest clap their hands, respecting Xan to take up the stressful mantle.
“I command all of you to prepare for war imminently! We might not know when they’ll attack!” Sandy says, banging his first to dismiss them.
Dondi still adamantly refuses to achieve and master Vollversion, even though his will be ridiculously powerful and banned for what it exactly entails is a mystery. Grando pushes the wheelchair to the room, still silently reeling from Kovoran’s statement. Gangen manifests itself in shape of floating mouth rifts with teeth inside stacked on top, it cackles following them everywhere.
Attached themselves to walls and Xan scowls at his Inneres Entity, he slams against the wall telling Hongerlied just to go away. One of the spherical monsters materializes and rest itself on Vidar’s lap, it scares three out of five. Dondi scoffs because this one is actually Gangen, which true form is not a sphere, the beast purrs making its owner bang his head on the wall.
“Why are you here?” he finally shouts. When Gangen turns to look at someone, the person can instinctively feel it rather trying to figure it out.
Hongerlied smiles before pouting. “Can’t I see my favorite entertainer and friend? Hey, remember-”
“When he stole my weapon,” they said in unison then Dondi continues. “Yes, not hard to forget it.”
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“I liked and miss that. So can I be here just lying on his lap, pinky promise to not get in your way.”
He jerks his thumb backwards. “Gotta ask them.”
“This asswipe, coming here as soon the meeting ended. Speaking of which, why the ravenous beast form, he can read my mind.” he irritatedly groans
“Sure, but don’t eat small little cute animals.” Velano says.
“Or people’s food.” Deronimo commands.
“My journal.” Grando sternly says.
“Don’t eat my best friend named Altosoba.”
“Are you fucking serious?” the three deadpanned.
“What! Nothing wrong since I’m the oldest!” he huffs, looking away.
“Oldest physically and youngest mentally.” Grando’s was more a provocative insult to have fun. Gangen smiles happily, shouting ‘yay’ and trying to get comfortable.
“You dense as a rock asshole!”
Battle state, anger, murder, bad. Killing, mutilate, rage, torture, good! being in vegetative state is a lot more awful as people who fall in it have their mental activity fragmented. And also extremely bipolar where they can actually be afflicted by manic mood swings.
Ragakushi District Bentimarus packs stuff in the burlap sack, for whatever reason Sven wants Vidar’s head in his sack. He meets up with Kartarion as they get on a carriage bound for the Malveni trade spot. For different cities to begrudgingly offer trade is spots in between them, essentially mercantile town ruled by two crime families from different sides often broiled in large turf wars.
People are dressed in immaculate clothing, staring absentminded at poverty-stricken bastards being burned. A cloaked kid turns to look at the caravan, smiling brightly, almost sadistically before waving goodbye as another victim who’s a female has her dress ripped apart. When Sentanus gaze can’t catch him anymore, that boy rescue her and disappears. Maybe a riot or invasion is on the horizon but that’s pointless.
“I hope this goes all well.” Jurze says, trying to keep stuff vague. His brow furrowed when beans were being carried, he grips the wooden row when it shatters under strain.
Jurze hates them passionately and will actually kill himself if he was forced to eat one. He imagines the details, make a noose, put it around his neck, and kick the chair over while hoping life will just be done.
“Here, let me help you,” Bentimarus said, taking out rope after pointing to the withered tree. “It needs some nutrients and I can document it.”
“You just want to start something people will do.” Kartarion looks at him. Here’s to note, the two can’t use Mico Motus, since those fundamentals are fast footwork, Resonanzgeräusch is more instinctual so inexperienced Travelers can use it if their blood is an oddity.
“Her breasts are flat! We’ve been lied too!” Bellion and Asciano have the look of dejection.
“Goddamnit! All of us have been blue balled, you bitchy, selfish slut!” Keznpechi cries out, crushing a tankard into pieces before punching another male patron in the face. Starting bar fights all over some lying girl.
“It’s not a girl but a androgynous boy! I don’t wanna be jailbaited!” Bellion shouts.
“What the hell is going on?” Dondi questions, slamming his fist down on two people’s necks. Keznpechi has euphoric glee as he throws one after another out of windows and Bellion breaks chairs to cause maximum injuries. Asciano is flirting with the bartender to make her forget about damage expenses, none of them have money except Dondi who’s not giving away anything. He sighs, throwing a person over the table which collapses under the fat weight.
“Mental notes seem nice of don’t accept hangouts with Keznpechi and Asciano, just doesn’t have good outcomes.” Xan hears armored city guards rushing over. Good thing, Sandy isn’t here or everyone in a twenty mile radius will be up shit creek.
“I inhale grass and sniff white powder! Grandmas keeping kicking my ass so no fictional characters can beat the powerful! Fuck, go down, not now!” the lieutenant shouts, punching his crotch.
“The fuck is happening right now? A month after Vidar went into the vegetative state, this occurs! Is everyone fucking insanely weird?” Dondi yells, seriously regretting of accepting other Commanders’ invitations.
No Travelers know where Kaladon is residing right now. They suspect he might’ve been captured by Reinhard, no one can kill Vlaxon because his ancestors funded it since the inception. So she’s practically untouchable and residents have to abide by Viajero Institute’s rules and policies despite public outrage. Having dreams destroyed is nothing but myths as they’re below dehumanized people, because why doesn’t it even matter if someone tries to change a tyrannical, genocidal system. Make something better and all friends, family, and loved ones will be killed by that same system.
A famous quote from one of the first Travelers that founded their institution. “Men’s dreams will forever be dead, being tortured sounds a lot more better than following some ridiculous ideal fantasy and finding out, you were stupider than some stinking pile of horse shit left on the side of the road. Those are naive thoughts and wanting to be live invites suicide, death, suffering, despair, and uselessness. You can’t change the stagnant world, wanna know how ironic all this is, it takes six hundred years for them to even consider changing but then say nah and go drink blood of children. Nihilistic, cynical, misanthropic people find true happiness from snuffing out people with dreams because why should they have one.”
“Do you want to sniff or drink this gas canister?” says Bellion, handing it over. He looks at the bucket with millions of thoughts rushing through his head.
“Where the fuck did you pull that out of? What are you, a child?” he takes it and throws the canister behind them. Hoping for some convenient distractions to sneak his colleagues away.
“That was the rite of passage! Whatever, I have another.” Bellion has one even bigger than its predecessor. “Technically, we’re all children, mentally and physically stunted even Charlie, Teln, and Macsen Rabisu.”
Rabisu, the second Traveler after Aardiperro, their progenitor, is immensely knowledgeable and powerful. He can explode brains by telling a nonsensical space fact, they will actually believe it considering he’s so old. Only worthy people are deserving to see him in the flesh.
“My Regalia‘s ability will have no effect on him if Vidar turns traitor.” an unknown figure says, chopping up food.
“Wasn’t he created for those exact reasons. I can calm him down and there’s high chances, he will actually listen. Yeah, I am significantly more superior, get on my level! I mean, I’m his template and you decided on not having those failsafes!”
“You guys are too bombastic even for today. I’m so glad he was born and can’t wait to see him later!” the mystified two look at the excited misty shadow figure dressed in a very elegant and expensive kimono night robe, baggy pants, knee length black and white striped socks, and long wavy craggy hair billowing about.
The two smile at their possible leader, template hugs the mysterious person. After time, lunch was served, steak rolls, tempura, along mortrew pottage. They know he’s in that vegetable state, but won’t do anything for Tacticun needs to make his decisions.
“Tacticun heard that hymn, we gonna do anything?”
“I have no idea, can’t believe my son’s coming back. I failed too much and now he’s too powerful, hell nothing above infinity can beat him, altering endless amounts of timelines on his own terms. Picking the suitable one, you gotta need a person that can shatter the universe fate clock. The universe, reality, concepts, grand design, causality, events, fates, origins, change, gravity, identity, matter, and laws of nature have infinite layers while transcending dimensionality for the geniuses to not try to break while fools do the impossible and is bigger than multiverses.”
Dondi has been writing in the journal, some are doing stuff like hanging up laundry, cleaning dishes, training troops, or reading. ‘One day after the horrific stunt from starting bar fights to running away. I’ve been sending out only Division sixteenth soldiers on finding Vangron, my Commander was tasked to kill him. Maybe, I was stupid or something on trusting Reinhard too much, that was really an awful mistake because when word got out of Vidar apparently killing Grimm, it made me all bitter. I desperately wanted revenge but what could have I done?’
He stops writing turning to look at Gangen scaring them, Hongerlied is laidback and doesn’t attack the lower Travelers, because it likes entertainment when they been hitting him out of reflexes. Dondi continues writing, ‘Vidar is good with raw power fighting, not paperwork. We all have je ne sais quoi, subtle traits of personality and words, action, and motivations are more important to analyze than internal monologue is what I believe. I’m not an intimidating figure, really ruined by my zipper mouth, makes me laughable than oh shit, he’s coming. What bothers me was that white patch of hair, not normal for Vollversion to change hair color, and hell I don’t even have it.’
Knocks rang on the door showcasing Qego, Taton, and Arrancar in his undeserved division. He closes the book putting it on the table then looks up at the three. They look efficient at what needs to be done and Xan seems weak just from being in front of them. He chuckles sliding his mouth open.
“What brings all you here?” he stammers. The office’s windows were opened to let gentle breeze in.
“Two things can Saige annihilate any fictional story strongest swordsmen? And how are you doing?” Sevatarius asks, scratching his head.
“Doesn’t Saige have fourteen trillion kills under his belt and didn’t the invasion lasted, like one to three years? So yes and second, I’m doing fine, just can’t wait for dinner.” he tenses, looking around to see if the aforementioned person hiding somewhere.
“See, I told you and you guys didn’t want to believe in me!” Mandon says, vindicating himself. He runs out shouting they’re wrong, drawing the cold ire of Angus.
Travelers attack on a physical and metaphysical level and maybe conceptual, essentially striking the origin of someone’s existence. If people were on prime Charlie’s level who is boundless would be annihilated by a single Commander or Second Seat. They have a resistance built in because so many were irrationally killing each other rather than doing logical things so they can now shrug those off to an massive extent. Travelers lack stories, their literal existence can’t be written, alter, or destroyed.
One of the many curses and boons, too countless to name all of them. Keznpechi is kicking his entire divisions’ asses, burning off repressed rage that Vidar’s incapacitated. One flies into the air and lands in the tree, excited he was beaten up within inches of death.
“Damn you, damn you, Reinhard! Goddammit, I will never forgive you, Tacticun is a lot more better fighter than you or that shithead Gernibel!” he kicks buckets, chairs, and doors down.
Sitting down he continues. “I’m nothing but a child. Why can’t I find joy in other things besides fighting? Who made me too strong and what’s the purpose if battles can’t last longer? I can’t change but I’m certain Vidar wants me to stay exactly the same, if it’s not broken than why fix it?”
Nobody has seen Min Fang, she can’t even be found by sensing her Jenseitiger. Although no search teams have been sent out especially considering her volatile cutthroat behavior. Probably silently brooding by pushing the body’s to the ridiculous limits.
Kashiron is training his Vollversion, he instructed everyone not to get in the stone circle, as Jayagitsu is lowering Immatura Tempestas’s temperature every second. He hasn’t eaten or drink for six days appearing malnourished and gaunt but no matter what Kashiron can’t master it. It’s like Frigus is refusing to let him access more of his own power so he materializes.
“I won’t give you more than your body can already handle. Train physically and minuscule amounts will be unlocked. For hell’s sake, eat something or you will end up at square one.” Tempestas voice is blood chilling cold, ice appears around them as he speaks.
“But I can handle it! I’m not a child!” Kash shot back, refusing to give up on training. Tempest’s eyes darkly narrow making his master flinch from the glare. Except he doesn’t do anything considering it’s for him to accept it willingly and cares too much for Frigus to kick an ass.
“Take it easy for the future day of Vollversion finally maturing. Might be soon or later, only time will tell, ok?” His owner nods, deactivating it and disappears. Vavaria brought food, smugly smiling at coolheaded Commander getting reprimanded.
“Tsk, you better not say anything.”
“No promises! But, Commander, what are we going to do when war finally comes for us?”
They sat on a ledge where Kash puts his food down and slumps. “Malvena has always survived through all varieties of different catastrophes and always will. Tsagulsa, we will be fine, now stop worrying about it, won’t do any good.”
When they activate their abilities, release large amounts of Jenseitiger, or be Generasi, their eyes become vibrant. Who knows maybe some renegade will join as one of the Commanders using Regalia matchlocks. He might not be far off from Malvena, but the question is where.
Below the cliff side below Malvena exists an enemy base. Rows of people dressed in white stand before their captain, blood red eyes, white medium length messy hair, shorter than average humans so same height as a child, and freckles.
“Bow for your leader, now, you waste of oxygen mongrels!” Cider shouts.
“Captain of the Ashen Kiln Crusaders, Jasmonia Tacticun!” he stares at them blankly, resting his sword and points to the portrait of the Towers and Vidar.
“You want us to do what now?” Bellion asks slumping lazily. There were slight mutters across the room when they were given the task on reading war tactics books presented by Melissa and a face covered Jasholin.
“We need to learn tactics from Sun Tzu to campaigns of Alexander the Great. Reinhard’s army is not going to fight conventional so we need overwhelming brutality and fear on our side. Obviously Commander Angus is an exception considering his strict nobility.”
Second Seats and Commanders that fight through brute strength are going to use it along cleverness. Well Keznpechi is going to motherfuckers. “What can we do without it fucking us over? I got it, so easy for us to possibly win!”
“Why not tell them our abilities, explain the flaws and alls.” Rumenor says, getting undivided attention. “If we do that, there’s chances of the enemies will focus on finding counterattacks then we shank them.”
The ones who can read act like grandmas reading surrounded by children. Vidar’s in the room though even if he was responsive, doubt he could read. Kovoran says that Vidar is still in the same level prior back where no one is giving up hope on having him back.
Nobody can precisely determine his or Kezn’s power limits and the fact of Tacticun achieving Vollversion in thirteen hours which comparing to Inner World time is six months. Keznpechi’s master was Saige, who was rumored on cutting through the concept of speed, using pure swordsmanship, the reason was pure boredom. He didn’t master it, Gottesklinge transcended all powerful swordsman, he wanted someone to kill painfully. Doesn’t matter for feats or experience, none can escape his blade.
Jack looks on at the privates who were brought by Vidar when he didn’t have Primera, so far, they are talented in cutting people down. Jack is chosen for training because he can easily break people down physically, psychologically, emotionally, and mentally. Oppenheimel is a distant memory from now and Evbon can’t even remember his first kill.
“Fuck you Sensa, stupid cuckold bitch.” he mutters, still utterly pissed off by the fact of her getting away. He was demoted to sergeant, harshly reprimanded, trust shattered, and became a laughingstock. In fact, this position is more like some torturous joke than trying to regain all of it back.
The privates run when Jack starts chasing them, he always does that when Sensa came into his head. Evbon unsheathes the ornate iron greatsword, Roff looks on in fear when he swings the thing down. Roff draws his silver katana named Moonripper and blocks an attack to the point that two hands were needed.
Dauffy went to the armory, searching for some type of unique arrow, Roff sidesteps another hit. Dauffy jumps on and stabs the arrow in Jack’s neck. It’s a sleep and ptsd cure for when these episodic events occur.
“Who the fuck is this Sensa?” Fraethen scratches his head’s back.
“You don’t want to know. Alright, never look for answers or ask them. I left my short sword embedded in that tavern’s sign because I am too afraid of confronting it.” Jack says, readjusting his clawed frayed cloak.