Roberion cast his mobility spell, spear on hand, waiting with bathed breath for the invaders to show up. Percival wasn't sleeping either; already with two bombs in his hands, what were their effects? Only the capybara knew, his round nose smeeling the air.
Both of them waited in silence as the crunching sound of the barricade echoed in the empty room. When an arm peaked out and then a head emerged from the hole created by the partial destruction of the barricade, Percival threw the bombs, targeting the hole. As the bombs fell, one bomb entered without problem; the other was stopped by a shield, exploding in contact. To Roberion's surprise, the shield was intact; even with the corrosive substance all over its exterior, the arm holding it only receded a little upon the explosion impact. A second later, the second bomb exploded, and a few screams of surprise could be heard.
They aren't undead. That is just great; I would prefer to fight those dumb beasts. Roberion touched Percival's shoulder and indicated the door where Shining Crown was blocking. This place is compromised; that shield isn't mundane, for sure. And only to improve the situation, Percival Bombs doesn't seem that great, at least against the survivors from the trials.
Before Roberion reached the other door, as he deactivated his [Minor Air Movement] spell, a sonorous shout was heard.
"Wait, we are only here to talk. How many of you are there—", a new voice interrupted the other, a feminine one,"—doesn't matter. Do you have an interest in joining us? With a team, our chances are bigger; many others are doing just that. The bigger the group, the less chance they will attack us."
Roberion was already mounting the roothorn, and Percival was trying to mount the head of Shining Crown. The null was already guiding the big animal to the door, "Could you guys go away? We were fine before you guys showed up; if you try to enter, we got more bombs to welcome you."
Trying to confuse the newcomers, Roberion opened the door slowly, one hand in his spear. Percival already has a rapier in hand; the other is free to get the shield or a bomb if the need arises. To Roberion's surprise, he felt a thud; something was blocking the door. Not waiting a moment, Robberion slapped Shining Crown. The roothorn, knowing what to do, ran fast at the door, using his head like a battering ram.
The door was destroyed; shouts were heard in the barricade, but both the knight and the null ignored them. Just in front, someone dashed to the right. Roberion saw the Null surprised hitting the floor. Before the null could do anything, he slashed his spear, targeting their neck, the spear cut as if through butter, blood spilling on the floor. The spear crossed, and the tip struck bone.
Sadly, he was only one of a bunch of enemies. As he saw the large, round staircase, just in front of him, a null and a human were waiting with weapons on hand. To his surprise, Shining Crown didn't stop, his hooves hitting the ground with speed and weight, leaving marks on the floor, his horn positioned to spear all opposition he could find.
Roberion smiled; that was what he was dreaming about when he made the pact with the roothorn—to become a mobile force of destruction, a tank. He still has a ways to go, but it was a start. He focused on casting the [Neutral Line Fireball], one hand at the spear, the other grabbing Shining Crown.
Percival used his previous tactics, using leather to bind him to the roothorn, one hand on his rapier, the other already selecting a bomb.
When the roothorn started to descend the stairs, fissures started to appear—not enough to be a problem and destroy the stairs, but enough to show the strength of the plant animal. Roberion was sure that Shining Crown could destroy with ease if he wanted to, but their focus was on running.
Percival threw a bomb, already getting ready to get another from the backpack. When it hit the enemy null, an explosion shocked the being, throwing him out of the stairs to fall on the street asphalt. The roothorn didn't wait, crossing the area of the explosion and spearing the next human in the chest. Roberion didn't wait for the enemy to die, just piercing his spear into the man's head.
One set of stairs was crossed, and the next one was just ahead. By Roberion's estimates, he was on the tenth floor; now it would be the ninth. If he had to fight all his way down, how many enemies would show up? Shining Crown, though, didn't wait for Roberion's musings; already crossing the next one, just a head an enemy was running, showing his back. Roberion cast his fireball, hitting his enemy right on the legs.
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Screaming, the woman fell down, and before she could do anything, Shining Crown trampled on her, running to their next destination. The next flights of stairs were the same, easy kill for the pitoresque group; some tried to shoot them down with weak weaponry; some tried to cut them down; it didn't matter; all met the same end, death. Did these guys just throw their weakest to defend this area? They really took us for fools. Enjoy that stupid room.
Before they reached the next set of stairs, things changed. A cacophony of grunting and bellowing could be heard just on the ground floor; the sound was just so noisy that even Roberion could hear it from the fifth floor.
"Sir, I think they are the undead", Percival stated the obvious.
"Yeah, keep going, Shining Crown. We only stop when we find those safe places the Baroness told us about; stopping anywhere else will be our downfall; the game began—HA—See you in hell", Roberion said as he fell another enemy with his spear going through the chest. Shining Crown finished it, its left hoove, changing a little its direction to stomp the head of the fallen individual, exploding his head like a watermelon.
Descending the stairs, to his surprise, no new enemy showed up. The cacophony on the ground floor was only growing more noisy, but instead of hearing only the grunts of the undead, now he could hear yelling and crushing sounds, like someone breaking ice. The sound of solid hitting solid was there too; the only thing he could think of was that someone was fighting the undead.
Roberion knew for sure that it didn't matter who was fighting the undead; they could only be his enemies, being part of the group that tried to ambush him, or they could be another team; it didn't matter. But this one seemed to be stronger; fighting a horde of undead wasn't easy.
Roberion reached the ground floor. Just ahead, at least one kilometer away, he saw a group fighting in the opposite direction of the street, just opposite where the dwarves and elfs fought the doolike creatures. A bunch of undead were dashing, trying to fight this group.
One of the enemy groups, a short man, yelled when they saw Roberion's group descending the stars. Roberion took a quick look at them; what he found was dangerous, but he was sure they could fight them. A woman with short blonde hair was using an ice spell to freeze the undead. The spell seemed like a jet of cold air that started to freeze the creatures solid; it didn't seem that powerful, as it took a couple of seconds to freeze them solid.
Next to her was someone that Roberion thought to be a dwarf, as Percival told him. He had a hammer as big as his strong body, the metal was bronze-colored, and he worked in tandem with the blonde, destroying the bodies of the undead frozem solid and also defending her if any other undead tried to attack. There were also six individuals; they didn't seem to be strong, with most of them carrying shields.
The last one was the weirdest, at least for Roberion. He had green skin and was big; he wasn't sure who was taller, him or Shade. This giant has a black ponytail, his body is muscled, and he is wielding a two-handed sword, but interesting enough, another copy of the sword floated around him, helping him kill the undead. For Roberion, it seemed that he was controlling both weapons; the control of the floating sword was really barebones, like if someone had told an amateur to swing a sword, but for the undead, it was lethal enough, cutting them apart with impunity.
That green guy looked at him, and Roberion could now see that this humanoid had a scrunched up face; his eyes were yellow. His brows were in a permanent scowl. The green giant started to slowly change position to face Roberion; his floating sword helped keep the undead busy.
Roberion's mind accelerated; he was panicked and excited by these individuals. He can't deny that he was a little feeble minded in what he desired; he wanted to run and find a place where his odds of surviving were better, but he also wanted to see how he would do against them. All the knowledge he was going to gather was useful, especially if he killed the bastards that tried to ambush him while doing it.
What to do, what to do. I could just run in the other direction and maybe follow the dwarf and the dool-like being; they would probably get all the attention and, hopefully, all the attacks. But it could be worse; maybe these guys would take an interest in me, compared to the nobodies we just killed. I'm a weird individual, be it my armor, weapons, or, most importantly, my weird buddies.
But I just killed a bunch of these guys; could they let me leave? I wouldn't, especially if I wanted to unite the team more. What is better than a team trying to find a guy who just killed a chunk of their allies? Vengeance always works. Or maybe they would just not care; they were a bunch of weaklings anyway.
I would bet the latter would be what they chose. But it doesn't matter. We are here in a game for the Cerulean Baroness; she herself told me that she wanted a nice trial, and by what I understand of that sadistic bitch, she would probably mean that the more blood tarnished these streets, the better.
If I play my part and become an interesting participant, I bet she will let me be in peace, as long as I kill my quota of participants. Choices, choices. Roberion touched his space bag, looking at its contents, and got an idea; a ruthless smile started to show in his face.
"Percival, cover me; it's time to do some practical experiments", Roberion kept his smile as he put his spear on the bag and took an orb from it. It was indeed time for some tests.