Spake I as a military personal writing my own book. There was I, f-n attack by the man-beast Charles, rush it towards me with his meal in the cannibal’s mouth, and it push aside all those laying piers that were in his way. And I give no duck. The End.
Goodness, it did not end well. I couldn’t move from the scenery. The attempted escape was block by those incoming piers scatter across the passage. The looted basin was from behind and there was I trip backing away from a higher step. Charles came thwarting me with his shire baldness. With all that ferocious rage he manifest in his attempt to destroy me blinded his vision. His eyes met not mine as I quickly force out both arms in front with the willingness to stop him but reality kick, ledge I over the basin with it, skip once, and directly was I evilly guided into the waters by the fluidity of motions that of a bull-like cricket.
Charles’ theme: A mixed of Earthworm Jim, Metroid Prime and Blue Stahli
Charles was in catch with the drift. The purpose to drown its victim. Hardly me fey manner wasn’t on par with him; and did me best to scourge the light above. Never I was a good swimmer, poke the old man in the eyes and made me ways around the bod. Zinging n zapping like slowed hyperspeed that of the sprites. Yea, like Samus Aran though the underwater somersaults were horrible and the nose bleed.
I gasp for air but had no time to savor it. Quickly I yelled to the sprites and they went into their favorite spot in this finest hobo’s attire, and I manage to hop out of the newly defiled pool. You could say that walking on water is a good gig but my foot was submerge with a category of heights. I am famished from a days worth of hard labour as well from blood loss.
“From noweth, ye name would be. Would be, Fajita Carlos, the Mexican apple thief!” Tire and let out my frustration. Not once the beast heard.
The foul odor was comparable to raw intestines wrapped with fully cooked fajitas. There were hint of the dead woman’s perfume as the secret spice. Out of all the name, I randomly chosen Carlos since lettering were similar to Charles. And being named as a Mexican, why not add apple to the plate of strangeness. Have he say of apple apple and oi oi. And to top a cherry upon his cheesecake, wasn’t he also a thief?
Fajita came out of the water with the strangeness of the eyes. One eyeball that I have counted, isometrically rounded with twenty-seven irises, blacken as the shrinking nights.
“Well now, it’s grave.” We fought. I will leave it to your imagination though mine is better. Forward to third person.
It has been forty-four minutes and four-score of direct warfare. Charles made the first move. The relentless lion pounce unyielding, tired of the riddle games Seneth conjured afterward for it came to be in his favor. The strength of words can heal and inflict harm to demons and alike. Such disorder in finding order.
The creature camouflage himself. Charles morph into the realm between reality and the metaphysics where laws are still in the desired plane. It is a strange world. It goes beyond abominable science. There are realms inside realms in one realm. No, this is not of the tuning worlds. This realm does not bore layers. The mask that Seneth wore could detect shady physics of the creature but not clearly defined its exact movements and actions. A true priest of light and light magicians had a stronger vision of that unseen world. Their breed are dying and the corrupt dark magicians ruled from the shadows.
Why is the mask so weak to see the uncharted roads? Simple, young man. His begot treasures have limitations. Power brings evil and the good of men are corrupt through the ages. They seek not order of the self but indulge in what “they” can get out of it.
Seneth picked up a weapon. It was better to have more defense now that the enemy is unholy unsee. The blade was that of Charles, its human counterpart who died when being splinted by the man-beast. A short bold katana with wider tip design for close-quarter heavy slashes. Our main founded the rusty arms stuck between concretes dipped in an algae puddle.
On the man battles spinning the blade from the front, the side and the back; dare he tried those out of guess footworks saw he from old Jet lee movies doing his best in mimicking the choreographer. Amusing to watch indeed with those Jackie Chan fighting humors. And surely our main was hard to read. Always is; always will be since the olden days. Don’t forget all those awesome sound effects.
A trickster Fajita Carlos became using it’s surroundings. And through a leap of faith, our main slashed and pulled the heart of Charles. The hideous monster did not died. It was a human heart. But the softy pain made the creature move above the spacious firmament and Nuj follow it. The young man didn’t walk on water. Skipped he, with little sprites grazing below the foot; and like flat rocks thrown; and acrobatics on lilies and lotus pads; and hopping on . . . turtles? Whatever comes necessary even if our main was dipping or drowning in the process. The weapon Seneth hold close to him when gave chase, sword brandished, battle ready, balancing, fitted for a self bleeding warrior them tech blocking spins. Thou choices of words.
The creature was running around in the water mocking our main with symbols. Its legs and arms dipping half way like it was in mud tricking the eyes of the hobo. Countless sermons it gave. Oh it spoke the truth but corroded the meaning, and gave its reason to eat human. A lesson from a cannibal, “Wi-wi are what we eat.” Happily the man-beast beckoned to him of the truth about the good dark never shunting that profane mouth of its’. Speeches or not, talking didn’t delay its momentum. Ohm gravity does not exist in that in-between between worlds.
“Bleedeth thine end. Would you seep!” said Seneth when confronting the man-beast talking about how to cook humans the right way.
For it speecheth that of Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah. In the tongue of that creature meant that the desirous beast was a hoelific of that old thing from the deepest deep. A discarded over-the-top inbreed want-to-be son of Mammon, that blacken light.
The fallen capital was where their at. Desperately, the vagrant attack the creature and it drag the mat, holding onto Charles so the man would not fall into the lake. He did not expect what came next. It dip it’s long legs, fully submerged and the hobo fell for it! The man creature kick him with its secondary muscle legs and the man went flying back into the ruins. The creature laugh. It was having fun testing Nuj, fighting only to get it’s food. Applauding it did to also think he was gauging it’s abilities.
The mixed soundtrack ended.
“To be beaten by a cricket.”
“Oi-hoi-hoi, I yumer I yumer yum-yum. You can hear me too, oi-yum? What fell you, oi-hum?” The mask had open the hearing senses, to hear the realms beyond, “Oi-yaaal, new appless. Fresh flesh apples, oi. The good dark awaits.”
“Flesh apples? A scent? Manure, that’s not good. Hydroelectric darn, not g-good.” Seneth kept to himself then spoke out, “It is true that man’s purpose in life is to transmute dark into light. A simple dark saying indeed, and ninety-nine percent will fall on that very statement. Wanting they, those easy path of knowledge. Ye never knew the meaning. Your role, creature, had stained that very existence.”
“Oi-yaaal, care for some yum-yum too then? I pity not death. I’ll live again! Like y’all said, that is our purpose.” It smile and open its bloated wide eyes.
“And there you had tripped. No thank kyu-”
Seneth got up from the pain using a heavy damaged blade nearby. Hold he did to the end. Not once he utter the pain in his right knee. He was sure beaten pretty badly. For his days have not end to those who knows no rest. Exhausted and gave his best. No notice, no warning, the young lady knight ran into the devil’s nest!
Seneth was presented as a boss monster that of dreams, the olden presence of an inauspicious lone mist to the rise of a boss scene. A presentation for your entertainment, the lord’s name also appeared. It was this: “Nuj, Lord of Hobos”. Quite funny for a show.
“Filthy beast usurper! Where are the children! Speak thee!!” Hyruno let out a yelled. Seneth kept his silent. He was in a sticky situation with Charles and his deviations. They would not believe if he spoke the facts. Even as of now, the man-beast was clearly visible to the mask yet the lady see no signs of Fajita Carlos.
The cut-up body of Charles and his heart laying nearby the front broken gate was enough for Hyruno to draw her blade. The sight, the smell, the decayed fleshes were too much for one of the boy and threw up. The trainee knights were too afraid to draw their swords when confronted with more than reality. Only the lancers had a of bit guts to point their lances out at insanity. The knights had left their horses at the bay for the bridge would be congest. Joshual and his team arrived behind the inner lake. His team was complaining of another route suggest.
“Well, Nuj. Welcome to Lasting Autumn.” The tone was different. Afterward, the sadistic smile. It was the most clearest saying the man creature spoke.
The insect gave a terrifying expression with a shown of its canine teeth and drools, “I’m hungry. For am I-oi oi, the instigator!!!” it said with a change of tone. The monster is not of a fool. It burst between the deep and the capital to Hyruno. There was no signs given to the lady other than an unnatural light gust.
“Dangit!” and Seneth ran with all his might with the chipped blade. O the innocuous blade found in the bellow nearly attached to an aged wall transported around this olden city. The fatten katana was useless now. It was torn to bits and any weapons he could find was helpful.
Seneth volitionally went toe-to-toe with the man-beast as they headed for Hyruno. The nasty creature got behind the knight captain and Seneth was in front of her personal space. The tasty brain is what it is after.
“I’m hunger for her yum-yummm, oi-oi hoi humm.”
The sinister aura fickle through her skin. It was a nasty feeling of hate that was not of chill hibby-jibbies but heated, though it was not of warmth. And ever we, who felt it once had this anger in us to want to kill and hurt; this mysterious anger that crawls behind the neck and the shoulders. Aye, it makes you want to twitch and tighten the shoulder blades, revolve the joints and a notice of an increase of strength from this . . . sinister energy.
The young knight captain was visited by sins of the beast. The fear of the Mask of Unfortunate Blessings seep into her soul in that moment. The eyes of the mask look upon her. It move, and that was not of Seneth’s eyes. The lord mid-swing the mighty blade of old to cut the head of the mutant snake!
“Oi, not herrr.” said the beast with the quickness of sniffs and burst to the greater crowd.
Before spring launched had happened, Seneth grab Hyruno breastplate from the side of her left conclave. Push her to the side with all his might and the olden art misses Charles by inches. The weapon cling and crack; the sharper points dull and broke; and off the misshaped chunk of metal bounce and flew into the reservoir. The hobo lost his balance and shifted his excess pounds in the opposite direction.
Hyruno fell on her little peaches and her knees have fidget in the aftershock. She of that over age have let the valley of waters loose; pretended she, afterward, had fell into the lake near the parted bridge descending from the main route at the entrance. Hopefully her urine doesn’t smell since the young woman drank plentiful amount of freshwater before the search.
Mass weight thrown shook to great tense of four meters. The bell toll from high felled due to its loosen hold. The heavy impact left a mark in the outer wall and went he to chase Charles in great length. The knight captain lost her breath, believing it was her end from the losing of her reasoned head. Her techniques of using a rapier did not even faze Seneth’s will to taunt her as she assumed. This mid-age woman was only a knight captain for trainees and newly rookies. It was beyond what she thought she could handle with combat experiences likewise. Nothing but a young adult in an old men’s war. The more experienced trainees broke their position when the gust came from the two bosses. Some had ducked and coward while others jump into the lake out of guesses. It gave Seneth way to follow the man-beast as he chug and wrest the weapon out with effort and regain balance, landed lightly from the lifted impact in the phases of picking up speed.
“The rookies?! He’s after the magic group!” Hyruno tries to make sense of the event quickly running after Nuj and then, “S-search the inner grounds with your brigade, Kheuss!!”
“Y-yes, Miss Hyruno!!” said that trainee.
“In the garden, there was an apple. An apple that has seeds that came from the east. A living fruit and I WANT IT, oi-oi-hoi! Come catch me if you can! Raised I the hand from east of Nod!!”
Joshual ran around the lake. A gust of wind came at ten O’clock from where he was facing. His class was of the Wizard Swordsman class-type. Thought he, the wind was unusual and suddenly, Seneth was in his reach. The rampaging bull would not slow down. The mask sees them, yes. But he had no time to deal with misdemeanors when a mutant demon is on the loose.
This peculiar swordsman unsheathe his braidoc wandblade and in one swipe, the bridge steps bleed brown. A technical move of a breakdancer is all Nuj needed. Joshual miss the hobo and turn around in fluid motion, spin his sword, to cut off his escape; slashed diagonally! It was not all for naught. The swordsman cut off the hand guards and knew it by the sound of its crack. The olden weapon was a lunaward. Fortunately, the hobo guarded his back with the chitting blade, use it as a digging stick. Watching old kung-fu flicks sure did came in handy for our main.
Joshual dances with mister smelly. Saw that his as of now enemy would attempt to grab the hilt and not the handle. Spin he his weapon from in the ground out of place, clearly near to his knee as it was a windmill that dig at times into the muddy shore of the lake. The swordsman, at times, could not catch up with this jerk up speed the hobo had produced: to half jump on the blade as it was a snowboard just to get off the deep area of the shores for the split seconds. Skip a bit like flat rocks too. Not just once but twice. He kick his own broken sword and it flew into the spare hand with some flashy techs as it flies back to his right avoiding majority of the spaced-out rookies, then weapon in rest pose, trigger stance. The lily pads have gave it away and it was a long distance maneuver still continuing after Demon Charles. Joshual was no pushover.
The sound of speed stopping fluffs the lion’s mane, “Hello-yaall-oi, it’s you boi!”
The rookies unleash a barrier by the command of the trainee commander but the demon was inside! Nuj threw the blade at the creature. Though it was crooked and diffidently misses the attended target. How embarrassing. The sword was repel by the conjured force, and the dear boy was eaten down to the waist. Up, up it goes, into the boneless cavities pull down below, and in it’s tucked belly it bloat. The blood splatted everywhere and many did not know what the hell was going on. They panic! His body had vanished like the play-stop-play edits with the shearing tears of flesh and bites. The boy’s sweet innocent girlfriend broke focus and partial of the barrier rescind. Seneth took this chance, grab the dirty blade and manually maneuver the tricky placed pawns. That was when reinforcement came.
Zargov intervene. His moursel spear clashed with the lunaward. All the flashy spins and countering you couldn’t even imagine from this great commander. It was a stalemate but the silver general had mastery. His heavy armored taihorse pushed against the hobo. The man was one with his beast. Fought Seneth as the animal was an extension of his legs and arms. The taihorse knew his heart and frightful battles does not walk its path.
The left iris of the blessed mask deviate, did a three sixty swipe of the surrounding. Nuj was trap.
“I am Zargov, General of the Right. Blessed be by the honor of the Brotherhood of Knights, demand I your name, monster!”
“G-general!”
“Stay where you are, Hyruno! Listen! Your new mission. Secured the Askal ruins with your troops. Do you hear!” The moursel spear senses such evil, immense evil, monstrous veil of evil. The nil area of the weapon vibrated a sound of echoing chimes and condense howls of mazes. Ever he had not once drop his eyes. Seneth kept his silent to utter surety, tried to execute his glitching foresight and these were the status of the honor man he saw. Plip . . plip plip . .
Name : Zargov Rumpart
Title : General of The Right
Level : 58
Biorhythm : Excellent
Class: Bright Knight
Mount : Galvin White Taihorse “Pikeru”
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Weapon : Silver Dane Moursel Spear “Sugar Plum”
That was about it. The rest were fuzzy, moving out of scene and as well as being deleted. None of the status were in any particular order. Goodness, cute naming must be his liking. Not much help when our main was interrupted later. Why did Seneth not look upon the man-creature’s menu wonder I? Simple, he did in the midst of battle. But clear as day, not much information too was given on the horror. As it was stated, the status was that of the low level grunt, Charles. It was not the man-beast. Surely he knew its strength just by facing it in the first place.
Champity Champ slither away to where the young brigade of the Scarlett Alliance stood. His next target was the barbecue armpit kid. Mithil is the boy’s name. A full belly of meat had slowed the creature down drastically.
“Silenty is your game is it?” said Zargov as the general prepares his moves in advance.
“My name, oi-hoi. It’s Charles. Oi-hoi-hoi, barbecue chip! Barbecue chips-yum!” The man-beast was playing, knowing the foolish heroes cannot hear it. Seneth was in more than a pinch. They both burst to the Alliance, side step out of the silver general’s grasp. Zargov continues his attack, led no escape for our main, jump in his way with his taihorse with stabs and flashy spins.
It was an intense, an immense battle on land and partial of the muddy shores of the lake. The silver general’s taihorse can walk on water. Never he knew the power of guilds was overwhelming with brute strengths and cunning intellects. My, the proxy land is dying in all the next generations. Only a fool would laugh never to seek the mirror. Corrupt me not for I dare say’ith. The twilight zone exist in both.
In the lemon grass field came rushing Phan, a point-blank puncher of the Knuckle Fighter class-type surprise our main with full-fledged rush combos. Not once he led his guard down using the wild lemon grasses as swords when chance came. It was sharp. The Knuckle Fighter’s move sets were nothing he had seen. Phan directed the hobo into the muddy waters and from behind them, Zargov attack, skim our hero between his jacket and shirt multiple times. The lord took his jacket off in the moment or the blade would’ve severe his limbs.
The move had came into his favor, tricking the native Vietnamese man suckling on a barley wheat with the slight of hands, the trick of the jacket. Phan’s mighty blow accidentally knock the taihorse out of commission for the minute as Seneth slid under the animal, pop-up with his arm then hands; did a crooked fighter's air-flare; then came the feet rolling right unto Zargov’s right shoulder, remove his jacket to lessen the burden of carrying, knocking the proud knight off his falling beast. Napalm strike!! Impossible to do but the sprites were pushing and lifting his weight.
The white silver general would not go down in the fight easily. Then it came the flashy spins and jab the hobo with the blunted end. Nuj flew but hold his balance. Skiing the waters like flat rocks once again trying to hold his balance from the sprites. He look no more different than a man slouching on a rocking chair. The lord have not forgot about Champity Champ and directed his foot with the sprites’s support. Had it damage his right knee in return when rushed. That was when the mask had shown him, it’s weakness, shown as symbologies outline in blinking yellow. Its secret ability, highly blinking in deadly red. It must have been an error.
Here I speak in first.
I made contact with Fajita Carlos, proceeded in an amount of out-guessed sequences.
For it was not much that had I grab the man-beast by the leg, an insect leg to be further accurate. Assuming by the strength in my arms of that time to the monster’s pocket of joints that hinged with the flesh, I would believe it to be a simplify rip. Though, me arms were no more than a pygmy to Fajita. To slow the creature was what I attended to do, injured it in the process. Its propelling tactical speed was beyond my understanding of physics; tiring to keep in pace, toe-to-toe, with asking that of the sprites. Surely these creatures have their limits.
“Oii-I thank Elysium el-yum for bringing me life-o, taphales ne il nak! Out of the way!” And so it spoken that of that name. Elysium it had said and a clarify thought came unto my mind. The men of the sky are into science. A city of mad scientists and evil schemers I would believe to be.
Before long of this grated battle, their was an earthy explosion. The sounds of earth and sky baffles; and the shaking of the taiga rustles; and the waters of Escholen dimpling and rippling; and the cries of animals howling before them. A moment too soon, it had came. Verily I said, “O the orneus that Thorg block.” A joke in me own eyes. More than two hundred Goliath couldn’t stand tall as it.
“It’s an orneus!” An alerted knight crank the tocsin devastating.
“Who’s directing the titan out of its territory?!” said Zargov.
Thorg ran towards me exhausted, hoping I would do something about it. But how could I? I’m having a bit of trouble with the current situation. That dork, Thorg. Think I that he was lesser than that of a chicken running and puffing as he shouted one tithe of his strength.
“I need your help, SENETHHH! Feed it something than I!”
On second thought . . . Excuse him, the great titan would be useful for an elaborate plan of his if he ever knew. The mask even shown me the pod’s attribute. It was glory old “Earth.” Well now, the titan can squash the sermon demon for me. Do me the honor, please.
“Only one fool would run to several. Ignore him! Gather the troops!” Shouted Phan to Joshual and his merry band of youngster, move around to the side of the woodlands. A rough estimate to safely travel away from the plant tentacles. It was the smart move. Hyruno and her first vanguards had secured the Askal ruins and brought the kidnapped to safety. Knight Captain went to join her fellow comrades in arm.
There was confusion. I was back-to-back with my fortunate ally. The chaos upon the thrashing valley made way for us duo to plan ahead. My enemies as of now where no other than the man-creature and the flies of guilds. The search parties lost their statures when Thorg brought the orneus. Yea, a leverage for me. Their unison were broken up into three. Two groups were focused on defeating the plant giant as the main group of high and mediocre levels focus on us that intervened with the galvin knight. When has a poor man became such a threat? No kidding.
“What are we going to do now, boy?” said Thorg with a salty humor. He was somewhat sully by the plant pod.
“I like a bit of excitement in my life. Lets say, shall we dance with the pod? Care for round two?”
“You’re crazy! I-I barely survived being defiled . . .”
“O mini thee, was it thou who bragged of facing this titan? Wasn’t it thou pride? Have I a crazy plan indeed.”
“You’re mad! But thou sayest daring. Enlighten me.” Thorg grin.
It was the kind of response I had hope for. Still, have I doubt in using this blessing from since the dew of celestial. O would I bleed in return and did it anyway. Thorg back me with his sacred wooden beads; took off the holy necklace and to the pray of Shaolin, he scatter the beads in all direction! I was surprise by this move of his, Seventy-Two Stars of Destiny.
It was like that old fantasy kung-fu movie I had used to watch. What was its name again? Anyway . . . The beads exploded in all mockery of sizes and some after effects of firecrackers and shew of powders as birdman martial dances in the scene. Stood he not in one place until the end of this work; slid the boomerang beads of a necklace back on with the sway of his right furry hand. Scarecrow was still fast asleep.
“Round two!” He have said and I went to kidnap the boy Mithil. It have anger vile champy Charles but oh boy, did I have a hard time getting away from his gluey fingers. A resolution kept. The plan I told ahead to Thorg in case I look like an odd jester who mime with the wind. We trick the guilds to follow as well as the man-beast to the scenery of the giant.
Went I and Thorg our Bruce Lee mode with an accord of scenes in voice actions. You might as well add in Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme for humor to the story. Know I not until Thorg mention me squealing like a crazy in the moment and I that told him he sounded worse than the man who started it. Me, that is. Thorg has lots of vigor. None he spared quite surprisingly from his hundred meter dash. He roar our ways out of harmful environment but did not last.
A group of follow-up untrained magi did cast a blend of wind and earth magics. Boulders came from within the muddy path. It shot out and fell across the plain we attended to travel to the pod. It had slow us down but knowing Charles, the man-beast continues on breaking the boulders. The beast was in range. I have to make a hard decision. Should I continue advancing and to fight the guilds?
No, it was not an affective modus operandi since Thorg couldn’t see the creature nor did he pick up his six-sense with all the strange events happening around. The smashed up bodies of prideful knights; the cut-up bodies of decorated militias; the acidic touch melting the bodies of fortune soldiers. And I was to blame for the events happen at the same duration I fought the guilders. My choice was then directed at Fajita Carlos, this Mexican apple thief.
Just from dealing with Zargov led to Hyruno then to him. Joshual came with the tither of footworks and partially broke out the blade and as he re-sheathed so did I ghastly drew mine. An inverting sheathing skill caught me off guard as the wand saber came from under. A blonk ping to the left side of the mask chin. The first two unseen strike was manageable and the third hit its mark. This devastated clank was with enough force to make me lost a bit of focus. It was luck, the old blunted blade destroyed the sheath he was holding in his lefty. Only it was after that the wizard swordsman spin and hold’d the guard in a frontal position with the wand blade as support. The might turneth the man counterclockwise, a numeration estimated at forty degrees.
And the power of this art I unleashed, the shores rush in like a vacuum in space; Joshual lost his footing in the chase from the pull of the shores and retreated like surreal waves. This hobo three-shot-hit payback. Though at an angle, this retreat came roaring with horses of the apocalypse though no horses were given. It had smack Joshual hard like a vacuum. Very quick.
That was then that I somewhat believe the gentile saw the beast right behind him damaged by the unfortell waves. A slightly out-of-touch flicker buzzed between realm. About three purplish butterfly worth flew out its body was pretty much a good give away. Its scissor like under claw was raise over Joshual towards me. And too he saw it with the over roaring of his eyes. If it were not for my mischievous dealings, his head would’ve been chopped by the queen.
The man-beast hit hard as he smack into the basin. And the water was raised with Joshual looking back. He must have knew. In that heat of battle, that time frame was long. I felt it was okay to ignore for the seconds. Knowing all things in reality, it never go as planned. The gentile man cleverly devise the use of a trick item. The using of one tail he latched from his back as a spring to break his fall and did he escape the third hit from under the weapon art mist, ran toward the man-made funnel of trees, whistle out a strange dialect and I was in shock!
Three huge tanky wolves, known as dino wargs came out from behind the shrubberies of Ni, pass the tip of the funnel, headed down to the bellow in front of the travelling camera, and into the dry area where I was. The hunter has become the hunted. Knowing that this man had join the hunt was painful. Phan and other second in commands were deceptively ludicrous on their own.
“A Nautilus Gearsmith!?” Shouted from a couple of the cavalries, “He’s a one-shotter!!” They continue on with the changing of battle positions.
Oh my. Here I thought I was doing my things my way. In this survival game mode, rev I my old blade in an unorthodox quickdraw from the lower back. The Charred Water Sword Art. A licorice liquid of life directly from this finest hobo’s spit. You couldn’t even tell if I have not let you in on the secret. I made Zatoichi proud.
There where some young light magicians on the battlefield too and for I to heard such a lovely compliment that I was also a Faery Lancer class-type. Gee, I felt pink. But with enough that was said, I try my best to ignore it.
Charles was stir. Did he plunge out of the defiled pool, splashes all round and fastening approached his meal. The decrypt old tongue he lavish upon the front, spake with much resentful profanity, ran quicker than usual upon the rivers bank to I. And I notice not, for the ledges of the river was covered in high greenery. Appearance as mighty to move the lush organism out of the plain. Did it not know that the pod was nearby? Though the man-beast hear and hears not; though he see but sees not. A very clear evident of the meaning of the words.
It was time for Thorg to shine. Did he engage with the other guild members. Even the great Phan himself was a good match. Some guilders attached themselves to the pod and attack it and others were deceptively pinched. What should I do? I was on the side line with Fajita Carlos. And before long, us buddies started to tag team carrying the boy Mithil. Dizziness he acquired was unbelievable. Zargov was having his battle advantages against me.
There I instigate my blessing. To call for the non-existence of it in that ill used forsaken realm. There was a time filled fight sequence. All the guilders were in shock and the climbers sting the pod’s cavity. My flesh was cut and bleed out. The plant came crashing down on Champity Champ. The sermon demon was squashed and his guts of strange materials splattered along the fae ground and the head was loose and sure did talk a bit in the tounge of Azalee. It so was not anything particularly interesting but of only three lowly key words.
“Yawnei Haraonek Essalleis---” A box of importance appear around the man-beast’s scalp and devour the head. The Red-Umbrella Police Force appear fast. A strange weapon box they carried as well as those red-umbrella weapons.
Six of them surrounded me of different stature with all matters of weapon designs aimed and braze at my scrag and throat. Even a rifle like substance lock and loaded pointing at my manhood. Geez, they went that far just to raised my hand like a good criminal. But I say. The woman that hold that gun is pretty darn seductive though I would not had say it out loud. And to I to say that, early of my works when I had helped the elvfyn lady, betrayed my just I did. Am I becoming human again?
I was thrown off. Dangit! Thorg had ran away the moment the pod came like a meteorite. If memory serves, “I gotta pee!” he yelped.
The police woman. Her eyes were intenser. The virgin was not the average liberal look alike. Nor she’s one from her labour and dresses. With the blue stylize hair and yellow iris I say in my thought of many strange jokes. The jokes of my old pervy, slutty Granny Hestia character.
“Rifle is my love, my life. Why don’t cha aim at my pies. Snuff me with powders and snoot. I beg, please dig in with that sharp bayonet and salute! A well accomplishment for newly recruits. How many loads do you have? Eight isn’t enough for me lust, bull dung. I’ve taken up thirty-two loads at once. Dare my love, how big are your bullets? Will it brick? How strong is your caliber? I want that smoke, that driven force, that soft yet sturdy core; or my love will break your cork. A virgin I’ve become in the days I morph. Long hurts and the thick are a pain; the most delicious are the joes and perhaps a dwarf.”
And so and so it continues on for another page long as the new “Female Military Mantra” of keeping cleaned guns. You get the picture. Get the mind out of the gutter.
Her eyes were even more intensify. I didn’t know why as I let go of Mithil and he slide out to safe hands.
“Pervert Poem Master . . .” she have said. But when did I say out loud? Then I realized.
The mask was talking out my thoughts. W-what? No way! Every embarrassing things I spoken in my head, the mask will some time speak as I had spake too though with a difference in tone? What a genius to waste time being stupid in the head. I have now learn my lesson.
“Hey, he sounded like me---” said Joshual. But at the end of his speech when walked up to the flushed Hyruno, he was slapped. I was too tired to play runaway superhero and with the circumstances I’m in, who wouldn’t.
“Great, what misfortune.” This hobo here was escorted away thinking, “How many tenure will I be enslave too?” Still as a rock; brittle under the sun.
Thorg was out from the vibrant forest. It was an overwhelming adventure for him indeed. The monk took his magic mask off and walk along the road in the night near the hobo’s haven. He have transfigure into a human, the transference of his head, arms and legs.
Above the little village, Seneth and the two guilds were there, getting the facts and situation under control. A parent moan for the disassembled daughter. All that was left was the legs.
A pully and two gryphorses came from the slightly elevated split-curve road. It was Baima, riding in the back of the wagon filled with clustered pieces of machinery and cogs. The bachelorette’s father and grandpa sits in the front. She jump off to talk to Big Bird.
“Thorg, walking in the middle of the night out on the street. People will think you are up to know good like always.” A surly prosecution she quoth. Scarecrow woke up from the scent of burning aroma lamp.
“I wasn’t. Unlike you, helping your father salvaging for mechanical parts, I was on an adventure. Besides me, how are you doing with your debt?”
“Haehhk, sshhhhh! Don’t say it out loud. My grandpa would kill me if he knew!” Her father raised his voice.
“Gotta go. Daddy needs my help to pay our rent. Coming!” she left. And just to see her working her hardest with the help lines, Thorg was much displease with the left-behind-act.
“I need a job.” He said.
He massages the strains on the neck, took the straw creature to his mail post. A fulfilling life as an adventure seeker is never the wisest and to make profit from it is less surely. A man that traveleth is as poor as the man who sluggard and labour not his field before the coming winter. Observe the ants.