Climbing the rest of the way up, Norbert sits in the leaves. Happy that there weren't any monkeys or things of the sort in the branches below him. The movies depict how wrong a herd of monkeys chasing after you would be, the hundreds following you, Norbert not particularly fond to do parkour like Tarzan to escape with his life.
Sticking his head above the leaves, instantly, something hit the back of it with a CLANG. Norbert was pushed to the side of the branch he was standing on, leaning forward as he rubbed the back of his head out of instinct from the impact, happy that he wore the back piece and not just the front.
Looking up through the hole in the canopy he created with the commotion he made, Norbert could see white objects zipping over his head on a black backdrop. Lifting his head, he saw more creatures zip by, some impacting and spiralling out, hearing a light crash in the canopy on either side, others just missing by a hair breath.
Looking up at the backdrop, Norbert changed his vision to magic ever so slowly, to only have a tinge of the green, not wanting to blind himself, the panic causing him to lose his balance and fall out of the tree he was in. Not wanting to face the same fate as the cat.
Through the green, the blackness gets a brown tinge coming lighter, and he saw streaks of green flashing across it, hearing the leaves rustle from the wind created by the birds moving above his head. Norbert realised he was staring at the hall's ceiling, only a meter clearance between the trees and the ceiling.
Poking his head up slightly, Norbert realised why there was this gap. The birds broke and ate any leaves that entered the domain, stopping the trees from growing the last bit necessary for them to touch the ceiling.
Ducking his head back down, making sure it wasn't getting in the way of any birds; Norbert saw their rough size, roughly the size of an ordinary bird, with no massive birds or freaks from what he could see. But I couldn't confirm due to the amount of foliage in the way.
Looking around the branches he was in, there was no point in going further up as he would get bombarded and pecked to death by the creatures up there. Giving one last look, hoping Obsius was right, Norbert made his way back down.
Only to climb back up again, realising he could somewhat navigate himself using the ceiling to find out where the walls were and get back to the entrance to the white room. The thought of Obsius flying around there, trying to avoid all this, sprang to mind.
Norbert saw the two possibilities when he was travelling towards a wall at the end. Ducking his head down and facing away, Norbert took a coin from his pouch. Sitting on the branch, Robert took the coin out and sent it to his mouth. "Heads forwards, tails backwards", He whispered to the coin, sure that Luck was listening to him.
Closing his hand, Norbert positioned the coin above his thumb. Giving it a light flick, not wanting it to hit a branch, Norbert picked the coin out of the air as he palmed it to the other hand. The side of the tail looking back at him.
Nodding with the decision made, placing the coin back in his pouch, Norbert looked down at the ground, head spinning again. Making his way down the branches, ensuring not to lose track of his position again, Norbert jumped down to the last branch. Making it there, Norbert removed the gloves from his hands. Sliding off, digging his fingers in as he quickly slid down the tree, making it to the bottom and causing dirt to fly everywhere.
Looking up at the tree and the finger marks he made, four lines making their way down it, Norbert could already see its green glowing sap healing the wound. He placed his gloves back on his hands and healed the wound; Norbert headed off behind the tree, hoping to get out of the forest and to the white room.
Norbert moved his way forward throughout the forest, the rustling around him, seeing flashes of white. Hand resting on his sword, Norbert skidded to a stop as he looked, listening for the rustling while waiting for the beast to attack.
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The rustling continued; Norbert followed his eyes before heading off again, unable to see what creature was running with him. Or the creature would stop. Norbert looked around, heading for a clearing each time. The first time he stopped and waited, a tiger came out, more significant than the last. Seeing the muscles ripple along its body as it, despite its size, daintily walked towards Norbert.
Unsheathing the sword, the tiger did not move from its position as Norbert levelled his sword at it. As he looked into the crimson eyes of the spotless white creature, Norbert saw more differences besides the size. Its claws, seemingly dripping some liquid, whenever it walked, and its footprint was green where its claws cut the ground. Its canines lengthened, the upper row jutting out of its mouth, slightly angled outwards and coming to a gleaming sharp point.
Norbert saw licking its enlarged canines with its tongue, the bits of bone being shredded off by it before it healed itself a moment later, the bone being replaced like nothing ever happened, only for the cycle to repeat, making a step back, balancing his weight as he moved his feet about, making sure the ground wasn't soft, impeding on his footwork and the fight to be had. Norbert aimed the sword so its point came in between the eyes of the tiger, Norbert watching it as it waited.
Listening around the forest, the rustling of other creatures continued, but out of respect for the fighters or cowardice, none of them interrupted them. Norbert breathed in, fuelling his energy around his body, feeling it be slightly thicker and denser than before, but still a long way until he released it into the stone wall.
The tiger unsheathing its claws, Norbert was surprised by the size of them, forcing the tiger's paws slightly off the ground, looking more like daggers flowing with poison rather than nails on a cat and stepping forward smoothly, flicking with his ankle at the end, Norbert meeting with the tiger in a single leap. Sword striking forward, already spinning to the side.
Feeling the blades of the tiger come at him, avoiding it but not the splattering from its claws. Instantly feeling it eat away at him, his neck painted in drips, having run down the mask and under the scarf, smoking on his exposed neck.
Spinning around Norbert, only cutting its tail as it wrapped around his arm, the tiger flashed past him. Looking at the trail of red blood flowing from the cut appendage, Norbert shook his arm, removing the tail, acting like a snake body with no head, coiling around and slithering against anything it could. Crushing it under his foot, blood squelching out of the piece of meat, Norbert looked up at the tiger, seeing the wound already healing, no more blood coming out as it healed over, the tail still chopped short. Norbert saw something wriggling out of the top as it slowly made the tail, now just a skinless pink nub.
Not giving the tiger any more time, Norbert leapt forward into the air—the tiger ran across the ground, slinking on it as Norbert leapt across it. Somersaulting at the top of the arch, Norbert extended his arm, only the tip of his blade scratching the tiger, a red line forming on the white fur, slowly increasing until the red line remained; the wound had healed.
"Tch", Norbert consoled himself for missing the tiger and an opportunity to end the fight. He looked around, confirming that there wasn't anything else after him; the bushes started to rustle again. Norbert leapt forward, aiming straight for the tiger as he threw a dagger in its direction, instantly a second and third following after it. Norbert does not want to be found out while dealing with this tiger.
The blades impacted against the creature, one of them missing, the tiger swatting it out of the air, its paw covering its eyes from the other two, stopping it from being able to see them. Roaring in annoyance at the projectiles, the creature could not say anything else as Norbert came forward, holding his sword in both hands as he kicked at the creature's head.
The tiger rolling back from the impact. Norbert let go of the sword with one hand and took a significant step forward, holding it like a weapon. Norbert threw the sword forward, the air whistling from the speed at which it was cut through. The tiger comes off the tree only to be impaled again, its heart struck by the sword.
Having learned from the last time as the death threw, Norbert gripped the tiger. The creature spasmed around, cutting everything as it loosened itself from the tree. Norbert walks towards the dagger the tiger deflected before; it's lying on the ground.
Retrieving it, hearing the tiger stop its struggle as Norbert walked forward to the tiger. Plucking the two daggers effortlessly from the tiger, two streams of blood flowed out before dribbling to nothing. Dropping the paw, Norbert looked down at the sword, tip pointing out of the tiger as it lay on the floor.
Grasping the blade by its flat, Norbert placed a foot on the tiger as he ripped the blade out of it, the blade coming out clean; Norbert was surprised by the fact. Sheathing the sword, looking down at the destroyed body. Thinking how much a white pelt like this would cost if it had been ripped in half.
"Dinners ready", Norbert said as he exited the clearing, giving it one last look at what they made. The bushes and undergrowth cut from the speed of their strikes. Norbert jogged away, seeing something pounce out for the corpse and the subsequent fight continuing.