Carrying the stench of putrid death, Akatosh buys time for Amaragnum to find a solution. Which is to either confront what’s chasing them or erase their traces, spirit or physical from the hounds of the god of dead. But with the constant confrontation of the endless undead even the stillmage was on a hard time resolving the situation.
“CAN YOU DO ANYTHING BESIDES RUNNING!” Amaragnum shouts in infuriation.
“Fuck you bitch I’m trying my best to escape from your shit problem!”
“OH, SO NOW YOU’RE BLAMING ME!”
“WHAT ELSE TO BLAME HERE… YOU’RE THE CAUSE OF US BEING HUNTED.”
“YOU MILK DRINKER IF IT WASN’T FROM ME YOUR SQUIRMING ASS WOULD BE ON THE PLATE OF MAGGOTS!”
“YOU MOTHERFU--”
On edge, the two travelers were on discord… Still Akatosh would buff and put every item that benefits their situation hoping they would escape. Drinking potions boosting his physical abilities and putting the scaled dragon mask for a head protection. There… still on a verbal fight and before Akatosh would finish his sentence he saw an arrow heading towards his head. However, with his buff and equipment set Akatosh effortlessly dodge the incoming projectile and instead the arrow went pass towards the undead hound chasing him at the back.
Just for a quick observation, when the arrow plunged through the hound. It quickly began threshing as blue fire erupt dissolving the hound into ash.
“SHIT... NOW WHAT!” Before Akatosh would continue his run, his sense tells him he needs to hide.
Without knowing, his body sends him hiding behind the tree large enough to shield his entire body. True enough, a hail of arrows rain over his location eradicating the hordes of undead that was chasing them. Ending in seconds Akatosh was now worried to the person who annihilated the undead. Not before long when Akatosh turns to pry who the person is, his scaled dragon mask repelled a dagger revealing an assassin. Taking only a small time to react he saw silhouette of an assassin swallowed by the shadows. Taking no chances, he dives out of the forest but was met by adventures one that belong to the guild, to make it worst they are the highest rank the guild offers.
“Well, I’ll be damn.”
A quick observation, the traveler saw they are already past organizing to meet what’s rushing towards them. Adding to their uneasiness, the band of adventurers are now facing the most wanted criminal and the highest bounty. From their formation and armor, the traveler already tells they are not just a casual player. And when he notices their crest that of a dark phoenix, he remembers them during the festival. Through the words of the royals, he heard they are the top notch rumored to have slain a dragon. But today… the opposing party will either test their steel and magic or one will choose for an evasion.
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“Good day fellow travelers it’s nice meeting you all.” The travelers casually implore walking away.
Just as Akatosh takes ten steps, right away a shocking wave bucked him away unable to escape. When recovers, he saw an aurora dangling on the ground enclosing the place about an area of 200 square meter, enough for them to make a dance.
Backing away from the adventurers, the party with a blink of an eye… assemble showing the travelers a standoff before they engage. Magnificent and majestic to one’s eyes, clad in high quality armors and weapons. The group consists of six players, a two-weapon style female assassin whose head was wrapped in black bandage so was her elegant body that her leather armor was like her own skin, like a serpent river following its meander. On the other hand, the one that causes the ward was also a female cleric, clad in chainmail armor but was layered in grayish white robe… magical at that. At her disposal was a combination of light mace and a staff that emits a yellow fire. Adding to her beauty she wasn’t wearing a helmet but a magical blue headband on her forehead.
“Finally!! I’ve been waiting for another good fight!” Shouts a man that is half elf and human… a fighter wielding a dual scimitar. And by the looks of his worn armor which Akatosh can tell it’s a combination of a chain mail and a harden leather armor.
“Calm yourself.” Implores a middle age man, a mage in purple robe.
*Flick* A snap of the mage’s finger quickly conjures two rings of fire, a blue fire and an orange fire. Like a Saturn’s ring enclosing the mage it orbits in opposite direction, taking another step ten white runes emerges from the ground.
As for the fifth was a female dwarf, a ranger and to her side was a drake twice the size, dripping its saliva ready to pounce at Akatosh. One that’s responsible for ending the swarm of undead more over she already prepared drawing her bow towards Akatosh’s head. And much like her companions, she wears a hybrid armor consisting of plate, fur and harden leather.
“Boss… should we keep him breathing or not?” The dwarf implores magically poisoning the drawn arrow.
Taking out Akatosh’s bounty the male fighter then says; “it says here… bringing him dead will give us half the reward. But to hell with the reward, I want to see how powerful this man!”
Stepping for a closer conversation the party leader then stops about ten meters away from Akatosh. Taking a closer look, their leader was a paladin wielding a twohanded great sword. Yet the way he effortlessly brandishes the heavy sword is like swinging a stick. Furthermore, he too wasn’t wearing a helmet nor a head showing a face in his early middle age. And what separate him from his other companions was his majestic medium plate armor that fits his shredded body. The traveler can tell the paladin he was facing fought hundred battles through the testament of his face, his shredded gray cloak, and the armor that’s been through many fights.
“I ask that we settle this in a peaceful way.” He implores nailing his sword on the ground and firmly holding it with both of his hand as he waits for Akatosh’s answer.
“How about this… I’ll go on my way; and you-- your party go on your way and we forget this as if it never happens.”
“I’m saying for second time, we can settle this without bloodshed or your life?” He replies, unleashing a blast of white wave creating a gust of dust causing Akatosh to shield his eyes on the incoming wave.
When the dust settle, he saw his body glowing in red, and when he retrieves his sight towards the paladin… it appears just hovering on the paladin’s head is a black ring dancingly dangling. Additionally, his sword is in flame that of a grey white flame. And for the finishing touch his armor were in white flames.
“Last chance?” The paladin spoke seconds after Akatosh gawk at him for only five second.
“Fuck… you.”
“Your choice.” The paladin replies pulling his weapon for a big battle.