Garou

The Lost Wraith shrieked in pain, the skull formed by its dust replaced once more with a sinister, elderly man. "Those who seek power shall be crushed by the Hand of Fate..." It wheezed as its dusty eyes began to close, melting back into a semblance of a human skull. It lurched rapidly towards the performing bard, slamming into his virtual body at full force. "FWAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The monster seeped into his body just as it had down to Garou, forcing The Caped Performer to shake violently as he dropped to the ground in spasms.

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 5 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 18 / 25

The Caped Performer jumped to his feet and spun in a circle, showing he was far from finished. The brilliant man lifted his rapier once again, yelling, "Divine Light!" A subsequent burst of light energy shot out of the metal blade, burning the boss a bit more and clearing the shroud of mist in the area.

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 5 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 20 / 23

The polite young man took her hand and led the way to a boothed table at the furthest wall in the diner. He sat down at the corner seat so Beatha wouldn't have to see everyone else in the diner. Yon smiled brightly as he looked up at her. "Is here fine?"

The leader witnessed the footsteps stop in front of a stream and continue to the other side of the small river. Could the thing have jumped right across...? Not even I could make that leap... From the stream, the sunny sky could be seen in the distance. In this area, the trees were smaller for whatever reason.

Yon shrugged oddly, closing the door and keeping out the bitter weather. "I prefer a booth. Maybe one against a wall...?"A couple walked out of the building, causing The Chained Werewolf to hold the door for them. The young lovers promptly thanked him. He smiled at Beatha, trying to break their barrier.

The wolfman strode ahead of her, too warmed by his blushing to be bothered by the heavy snowfall now. He looked up at the sign:

He pushed into the wooden door and warmth, revealing a wide area stretching to the building's right with plenty of seats, booths, and tables. Couples were eating and hanging around, enjoying their lives together. In front of the door was the counter, where a friendly-looking NPC in his twenties with short, brown hair stood. Garou waited for Beatha, holding the door for her and looking shyly at the tables.

Yon coughed into his fist, turning his back on Beatha. "Well, I guess we'd better get going..." There was some distance between the former high-schoolers now, as the male one waited for the female to respond. One could cut the air between them with a knife.

Yon threw his head back and allowed the icy breeze to cool him down. He opened his green eyes slowly, peering above him and felt what he could swear to be an electrical shock running through his spine. He was shocked by what he saw above the two players.

Wh-whaaat!? Its not even Christmas anymore! Whats up with this? Garou's face turned red once more.

PLEASE! PLEASE, GOD, DON'T LET ME FREEZE TO DEATH! NOT HERE, NOT NOW! He stopped under a large wooden arch between two buildings, gasping for air. They had just run to the other side of the village, which took several minutes. "Almost... there..." the lad panted out, squeezing Beatha's hand.

As CobaltsDream proposed her choice, the snow churned into a heavy storm. Yon immediately started shivering, and looked at Beatha as he grabbed her hand. "Well, there's no time to lose!" He began running as fast as he could, which was, well... fast.

The purple-haired boy smiled back politely. "Ahhh, The Black Swordsman. I've heard of you," he said in a more relaxed tone. "I am Garou, The Chained Werewolf. Perhaps you have heard of me..." Garou's voice trailed off, as if he were deep in thought. His gaze flew over to the lake.

Garou continued walking through, the reinforced-silver chains around his body and heavy Victorian clothing he wore keeping him rather warm in the chilly environment. The lad accidentally bumped straight into Kirito, falling back on his bum with a cry of surprise. "AH! ...oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you there." Garou got up and began dusting off the younger boy's clothes, doing quick bows in the process.

The Chained Werewolf was wandering around the Fourth Floor with a rusty old curved-sword in tow. "Could this... really be the spot...?" he said aloud to himself. Through the trees ahead of him was a beautiful lake, complete still and no animals in sight. A truly serene location.

Garou devoured his steak very slowly, savoring every bite. You never know which bite will be your last... he thought. Upon hearing Aria, the Chained Werewolf spoke once more. "I believe the wisest route is to first go full force, then pull back if anyone goes below half-health too fast. This dungeon may be easy, but then again it could be a potion-burner."

As Zelrius lingered behind, Garou pushed through a bunch of large leaves, following the gargantuan footprints deeper into the jungle. He looked behind him, calling, "You're falling behind, Zelrius! Keep up! There's no telling what'll happen in this jungle if we're separated!"

The boy growled angrily as he slowly recovered, diving to the side to regain Heaven's Beam and pushing himself onto his feet in the damp, cold, crowded room. Garou spat at the second Barghest and raised his blade high, aiming for the wolflike beasty but missing, leaving him dreadfully open.

Garou's HP: 15 / 19

Somehow Garou didn't see the monster's attack coming and was hit hard. He backed up against the slimy wall, clutching where his chest was stricken.

Garou's HP: 17 / 19

The heroic musician raised his blade once more and dove into the battle, swooshing with his trusty weapon. The dust monster seperated and pushed him back up the mountain, closer to where Garou was and into the mist. It wasn't exactly looking good for him against the boss either, as he landed on his rear...

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 6 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 20 / 23

The Lost Wraith cackled diabolically as the mist thickened once more, the icy rain picking up along with the wind. "No!" The Caped Performer cried out, lifting his long, shining rapier in defiance. "DIVINE LIGHT!!!" A yellow blast shot out of the rapier, clearing the surrounding mist in a fifteen-feet radius.

The dusty boss flew away to avoid the light damage, but shot at the bard's head, slamming directly into his face. A red mark was left, but the blonde performer swept the giant dust cloud off of his face with one hand.

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 6 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 21 23

The bard laughed loudly as he danced forward, dodging some wild swoops the boss was throwing at him. It was him that was watching over Garou the whole battle, the one who told him to take his chains off in order to fight the Lost Wraith properly...

The Caped Performer ducked under a mighty dust sweep and flipped his rapier upwards, a blinding yellow light burning the monster and causing dust to fall away, damaged beyond repair. The dust collapsed into blue shards, forever deleted. The beast shrieked in pure agony.

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 6 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 22 / 23

The brave young man walked boldly up to the Lost Wraith, his black cape flapping wildly in the wind. He lashed out in a blinding strike, a yellow beam whipping towards the creature. The monster dodged and swam through the oxygen-deprived air, trying to push its way into The Caped Performer's extravagant clothing. It whipped at his body, but to him it looked more like a bug bite as he backflipped away, not trying very hard at all.

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 7 / 25

The Caped Performer's HP: 22 / 23

A flash could be seen by the boy losing consciousness as a figure sprinted up to him, picking him up. A mighty, blonde man in frilly yellow clothing and a black cape was carrying up in tow as he raced further up the mountain. Garou looked at his savior weakly:

"You... saved me..." the injured boy managed as his former mentor laid him against a large rock on the trail. The Caped Performer made a "shhh" noise to get Garou to calm down as he drew a shiny, extremely long one-handed rapier.

The old-looking dust storm howled like the wind as purple streaks of plasma coursed through its being, shifting its face once again to a skull. It charged the young vigilante at full force. It at last caught him in the gut, forcing the boy to crouch in pain as he neared his own exctinction. The light began to fade as he doubled over himself, clutching his stomach as his purple aura faded away...

Garou's HP: 2 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 7 / 25

The dust storm monster's face changed from a skull to a wise old man. "You can't seriously think that a weakling such as yourself can defeat me..." the boss said in a terrifying, deep, too-human voice. Garou choked on his own throat as he took a step back, which unfortunately was right off the side of the mountain.

The Chained Werewolf tumbled down the sheer drop, but stopped his fatal fall by grabbing a stray branch jutting out the side of the mountain with his left hand. The boy sheathed his weapon and gripped the branch also with his right, swinging around the branch like the acrobat he was. He threw himself forward and dove in mid-air, his energy recomposing around him as he slammed the Lost Wraith with two fists gripped together. He landed and felt his Fang flicker to life, peering at his health only to be amazed that he wasn't even scraped by the fall he had taken. The boy had just been hanging by a limb literally, but now it was a metaphor to his own sure death.

Garou's HP: 3 / 17

Lost Wraith's HP: 7 / 25