TFoHH #00 - Everyone Loves Roy
The morning sun climbs to apogee over an oft-romanticized scene: houses of the greatest warriors of Gaia fighting at the overwhelming oak obelisks and conveniently carved cliffs of Oresfall. A wayward fireball crashes decisively into the heart of the battlefield, scattering freshspawns and ultras alike as angsty purple orbs bite rudely into the caster. Black phantasms of daggers careen through the air, dismaying an oni just inches from crushing a helpless Gaian to bolts with an axe kick. At the center of it all though, zipping in thunderous blues between the desperate swings of greatswords, gelidus, and general gall is the most notorious warrior of the realm: Roy Haru.
Indeed, amidst the carnage, none is feared more than the demonic dragon sage himself, the one who possesses long lost arts and legendary artifacts unbound. The very sight of his name flushing the subconscious roster strikes more fear than the suggestion that a Faceless soul walks amongst, and entire houses are known to elude the instance at the suggestion of his presence. And of course, this wasn’t without reason.
“FOR HOUSE HARU!” Roy bellowed, striking a deadly charged elbow at the center of a swinging abyss walker, shattering the unfortunate darkling lethally on a clump of steel ore. A lunging oni swings a wild leg breaker at his femur, only to be caught by the ankle and flipped off the edge with a cry. The sound of shattering bones and rupturing organs split the air, causing a nearby Rigan to puke. “Poor guy.” Roy remarked, presumably for the Rigan.
A gargled scream burst out from above him, and he snapped up to meet his gaze with whoever it might be. Unfortunately, it would have more eyes than he could know, as a deep knight came down with fury to leviathan plunge onto him. Unflinching, he charged his mana for a short moment, before meeting the bottom of the church knight’s helmet with a lightning charged uppercut. The hardened mythril piece that obscured a face only a princely father could love flew into the air… along with the entirety of his head. His Sanctum Spear fell crooked into the stone beside Roy as he landed, and the now beautified warrior met himself upon it with a loud squelch.
Seeing nothing more out of order that couldn’t be dealt by his housemates up on the cliffs, Roy backflipped towards the battle below. Sailing down at the speed of a glitched-out schooner, he kicked his heels into the stone behind him, barreling through the air until he caught sight of a brawl occurring below. With a well aimed dash, he burst the air with an electrifying azure, making an aware Ashiin in the combat on the grass dive for cover to the confusion of the Haseldan he was gripping in the midst.
“Aw, fuck me.” The yellow-skin remarked in the passing moment. As his day timer peeled over to “001”, Roy Haru crashed into his chest like it was merely a scroomcap, his broken body spewing mana energies as others around him were flung about in painful convulsions. Roy smirked and looked around him, looking decisively at his newly-electrified foes: a Madrasian three-paths spy, a Gaian shinobi, a pissed looking female Ashiin, and a Castellan illusionist.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Prepare for the ass-splitting of a wipetime.” Roy declared, crackling his fists. With an unemotional stare of death, the Gaian raised his arm, loosing his grapple directly into Roy’s back. As he was flung into the air, he twisted, letting a stout lightning kick careen into the owl slashing robot’s chest. The spy charged in soon after, raising his rapier in elegance, aiming it carefully. In sudden shift, Roy convulsed the Gaian, twisting its torso into the direction of the coming assault. He peeled off by a hair, tumbling onto the grass as the Gaian took a beating, only to catch a smart foot from the wrathful Ashiin. It dealt a good first three fists, before he rolled, dealing a lariat into the Ashiin’s blocking forearms, skidding her onto her back and away.
“Now it’s my turn!” The illusionist raised a glowing blue palm at Roy, soon after letting fly a harsh blue mist. Roy just barely dodged the assault with a dash, succinctly curling back to deliver a caestus-combo into the illusionist, knocking them onto their rear. As Roy turned in ponderance to the yet unresponded spy and shinobi, he barely had time to react to what was coming: the Gaian shinobi swinging the determined spy by his grapple, flinging with a pointed rapier right at Roy.
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Although surprised by the actions of the pair, the sage only did what was routine. He gracefully evaded the assaulting three-paths, and aimed for the cyborg instead. A few lightning dashes was enough to leave the Gaian disoriented enough to not be able to grapple, as well as closing the distance between the two. With a devilish smirk creeping onto his face, Roy snapped his fingers. A purple aura engulfed both of his immediate combatants, who picked a rather bad time to attempt an interrogation.
They were anchored to the ground, bogged by the extreme weight the spell applied on them. “...I thought these didn’t exist anymore!” The spy uttered desperately through clenched teeth. He managed to look upwards, seeing the overwhelming form of Roy step to the Gaian. The azael grabbed him by metal collar, lifting him off the ground. “Both of you picked the wrong house to gank.” He looked to the infiltrator, now reduced to a sobbing mess.
With a short but fierce channeling, lightning shot through his veins, making the Gaian go limp. He lifted the spell from the spy, who stumbled back and onto his feet at the sight of his fallen comrade. “Go and tell your Lord to never bother House Haru, lest you all want to be wiped until you retire from this realm in rage.” With horror, the spy ran into the brush, whimpering all the while.
“CANUTE!” cried the recovered Ashiin in unbridled rage, her muscled arms shaking. She turned with tears and eyes of burning hatred to the illusionist, who nodded slowly, his usually prideful smirk replaced with mournful gaping. With a powerful channeling, he brought up his tome and turned to her. The air hung slow for a moment as he moved his hands in a concise manner in the direction of the bowing Ashiin as Roy watched. In the next moment, she screamed in abyssal horror as the illusionist snapped hystericus at her.
Roy jumped back in preparation as the feral woman jumped at him with a roar, netting a savaging fist that cracked his forearms in slight relief. Blow after vicious blow reeled into Roy’s lightning fast blocks, as if monk viribus pillars were crashing into him from all sides. He could feel himself wavering, but did not flounder at the furious assault. The moment the Ashiin dropped to the ground to recover from exhaustion, Roy delivered a lightning fist right into the Ashiin’s neck. As she went limp, he looked to the illusionist, who simply raised his palms with a defeated look, hoppa’ing into the air and out of sight.
He looked all around, his adrenaline fading as he saw the only action was his housemates sticking and pummeling fallen foes. “Hey Roy, good fuckin’ job today.” remarked a voice from behind. He turned; it was Siegfried Haru, grinning widely as he cleaned his Solan sword with a metal glove. Roy huffed, looking around at the spoils of his combat, and looked up to Siegfried, a genuine grin appearing on his face. "One hell of a ride, I'd say." He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "What was their beef with us anyway?" The sigil knight shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, but what’s important is that everyone’s in one piece.” Roy nodded at this as the pair started making their way up in slight exhaustion.
“How’d you do this time anyway, Siegfried?” Roy posed, eyeing the blade he carried on his back with an inquisitive look. Siegfried looked around, smiling a bit before nodding. “Well, I robbed a cameo abysswalker for a few lives, split some freshies, and managed to make the illusionist lord log, soooo…” Roy smiled vicariously, patting Siegfried on the back with a look of pride, chuckling a small bit. “You’re making it up there, Siegfried. You’ll have a shiny apex rank in no time, I’d say.” Siegfried smiled in embarrassment at this as they reached the grassy patch at the top, where the rest of the boys of the Haru house were cracking open cold ones. A few curvy Castellans and attractive Ashiins were gathered about the men, leaning on shoulders and whispering into ears abound while they attempted to hold the attention.
“Weellll.. I think you should join them.” Roy said, stopping where he stood as Siegfried looked back at him mid-walk. “Where are you going, Roy?” He asked in confusion, suddenly looking over to a long-haired and hardly dressed Madrasian who was waving over to him. “Ah, I’ve got my own date, don’t worry. Tell them I’m off to run Castle Rock.” Roy responded with a wink, before lightning dashing off the cliff.
“Huh.” Siegfried turned, only to be embraced by the girl who unflinchingly pressed her face onto his slightly bloody armor. “I know that’s a lie for sure.” He shrugged, slamming a gloved palm into the girl’s rear. She yelped in pain, before declining into a drunken giggle.
Roy landed with a thunderous drop, charring the grass slightly as he stood up. Looking up, he saw a slim figure trot from the underbrush, stepping out of silhouette to let her flowing yellow hair and pale skin glow in the light of the setting sun.
“Hiiii, Roy.” Witherald smiled pleasantly. She was dressed lightly, a flowing white dress about her with gilds of silver around her collar and wrists. “Hey there, Withy.” Roy let his arms open, and Witherald strutted slowly into his embrace, planting a kiss on each of his crimson cheeks. Roy blushed, though you wouldn’t have seen it.
“So, does today’s most valuable player want to ball around elsewhere~?” She pondered, pressing herself into his chest and letting a hand roll around the trim of his pants. “Of course. How does Alan sound, honey?” He asked. “Mhmm.” She cooed back, placing a kiss on his bare chest.
At this, he raised her up onto his shoulder to her yelping delight, and dashed off into the shade of the trees. The sun bathed the retiring day into a mellow orange, as the warcry-filled day for House Haru crept into its giggle-filled night.
Take my hand.
And don’t fall.