London

The wolf barked at London's teasing. It did as London perdicted and launched itself at London, becoming a blur again, and launching off the ground. A trail of dust and leaving being thrown into the air in it's wake. It pounced and rammed into London, sending them both flying back as it bit into his chest, the armor giving just enough protection. London kicked off the creature and attempted to slash at the wolf. Who easily dashed away. I deserved that one...How is it this fast? I'm going to have watch it closely if I want to kill this thing before it kills me. London thought to himself, any form of foolhardiness has been quickly extinquished. This creature was going to be a serious threat. The wolf's wound let out some more pixilated blood, it's leg giving of a slight twitch at this. London examined this and now knew excatly where to strike. It'd be better to disable the wolf and the ram his blade through it's skull. Catching it as it is right now would prove to be quite the challange.

• Rolled a 5 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg given = 0(MISS)

Dmg recieved= 2 (3 base + 1 crit - 2 mit)

London: 13/15 HP

Alpha Wolf: 12/20 HP (Bleed damage 1, 1/2 post remaining)

London got into his usual stance, leaning back. His sword was steady and shined slightly from it's black finish. His hand was besides his chest, almost resembling a cobra as he batted the wolf, whom viciously obliged by darting forward at remarkable speeds, fitting boss levels. He saw this coming of course as he was watching the wolf's feet. The moment it digged into the dirt and kicked up it's cloud of dust he jumped to the side and stabbed towards the blur, stopping it in it's track and as the wolf flew. Gravity removed the beast from his blade as it hit the ground slidding, hitting against a tree. Leaves falling unto it's body and a couple of twigs hitting it's hide. It got up, a deep pericing marked it's hide, bleeding. A flow of red energy was also learched towards London and spread and concentrated to his recent wound. Healing him. He bowed at the wolf, smirking and got back into stance. He was toying with it. Perhaps a bit arrogant in doing so but he had his reasons. An enraged mind and a hurt body may lead to a hasty feet, which leads to a hasty end.

• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg given = 7 (1 base + 2 Critical + 2 OHR2)

Bleed effect applied (1 damage for 2 turns)

Alpha Wolf: 13/20 HP

London: 15/15 HP

London said again, his tone sharpining. "Get. Up." The bandit slowly moved his way up the bark, breathing, blood beginning to run through his fingers and covering his hand. His dagger rocking and then falling from his hand. The bandit desperately attempted to go for it but London moved forward slightly and the bandit froze errect once more, shivering. London looked the bandit up and down. "Go." London said. The bandit opened his eyes for a moment shocked to hear this. London swung his tip to the side. "Go," He said once more. "Get out of here before I change my mind." He lowered his sword. The bandit slowly went for his dagger. "Leave the knife." London ordered. The bandit oblidged and began to limp out of the area. Only moments out of view, was the bandit when a brown and gray blur flashed through the woods and pounced, bitting into the bandit, knocking him into the air as he turned the same sickly shade of blue as the rest of the monsters due and shattered. London instantly held up his sword at the beast that stood before him. It was bigger than the average wolf, and obviously faster and more vicious. He began to have doubts of more bandits showing up, they were probably already killed by this thing. It was obviously the alpha of the wolf pack he butchered earlier. Probably attempting to succed where his brothers failed. It growed and snarled as it lowered it's head and began to advance towards London slowly.

Rolled a 6 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg given = 3 (3 base)

Bandit: DEAD

Alpha Wolf: 20/20 HP

The bandit scurryed backward, groping for his knife in the dirt. He hand touchs it and then he rips it and kicks backwards towards a tree, weary. The bandit's eyes are showing signs of fear, almost pleading for mercy. His whole body is shaking, blood running from his nose and recent wounds. Words do not leave his mouth but as London advanced with his metalic point glaring towards the bandit the bandit started to viciously shake his head and hold his hand left hand out, waving it. Assumingly begging for mercy. London breathed a bit as glared at the bandit, words not leaving his mouth. "Get up." London ordered. The bandit closing his eyes and furiously shaking his head.

The bandit glared at London, examining him, attempting to find an opening. London speededly took a false step forward and tempted the bandit with the point of his blade, almost taunting him as he feinted his blade back and forth, teasing the bandit that stood before him. The Bandit became jumpy at all this foolery, the bandit attempted to throw his blade upward in an attempt to parry one of London's feints. London saw this and took a step forward and scolded him with his blade and a quick cut to the bandit's right shoulder. The bandit winched for a moment and then decided to kick a rock in the air, which didn't seem to acheive anything. London was focused on the bandit and the bandit alone. The bandit launched inwards, kicking up some leaves and dirt, making a small cloud of dust before London, blinding him for half a moment as he swatted at the air, attempting to regain his vision. The bandit smirked as it leaped in, driving his dagger into London's side, penetrating the armor. Barely, but successfully. London let another "Gah!" escape his mouth as he elbowed the Bandit in the face with his pommel, effectively breaking the nose of the bandit if it were an actual human being. None the less, it would cause great pain. The bandit stumbled back and fell down held his nose. London ripped the dagger from his side and threw it the bandit, missing but landing ominiously close to the bandits face as he got into stance, taking a moment to recover from the awful blow to his side.

• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given = 5 (1base+2 weapon + 2 OHR2)

Dmg recieved = 1 (1 base + 1 weapon + 1 ciritical - 2 dmg mit)

London: 14/15 HP

Bandit: 2/13 HP

"A Meeting Between Wet Walls"

COMPLETE

COL gained:600 for both sides

SP Gained: 1 for both participants.

London smirked "I suppose you can't. Some can however." He began. Gaining his composure and speaking formally and flowery once more "I wish you luck in your future endevors. May your aim be true and your form flawless. And anytime, Next time we meet hopefully you'll have better equipment, eh?" He couldn't help but smirk a little more. He waved goodbye and headed back to Ubrus to take up his next quest taking a different route than before, slipping into the brown pillars and seemingly disappering. As he walked he sheathed his sword and sighed deeply. The rain was calming despite it's harsh nature. He hummed a little jazz tune as he walked, out of character for his generally somber disposition but he thought back to his little attacks back in that fight. He had some pretty good attacks in, his footwork was still sloopy but all can be mended with some practice.

London exhaled deeply again, after battle fatigue was beginning to show as he push a hand through his mopped hair, brushing it back and to the side to keep it out of his face."Anytime..." London stated. "I'm probably going to go do a quest or so later on or tomorrow. No need in pushing myself physically...it may lead to my death but smooth seas never made skillful sailors I suppose." London awnsered. He scanned the woods again, hearing the soothing sound of rain pounding down onto the ground, trying to see if there were still a threat. His breathing began to calm. He was hesitant for half a moment but he threw down his hand and his menu appeared. He went to the players icon and clicked on Shinex's name, and the 'send friend request' prompt came up. "If you need help or would like to do something together sometime, I'd be fine with that. Send me a message." He said as he tapped the blue and white circle, comfirming the request and sending it over to Shinex to either accept or decline.

London saw the wolf slash against Shinex. Damn it. I couldn't get there fast enough to stop it...London thought. He wouldn't allow it too happen again, of this he was sure. London checked his footing, he didn't need to slip. That could prove lethal if the wolf gets the upper hand. It could jump on me and rip out my neck with it's jaws. I wouldn't be able to do much, my blade isn't the greatest close combat weapon. London ran the scenario in his mind, rather gerusome imagery that would be best not went into detail. He shook off the thought and gave a quick step and lunged, piercing the wolf. The wolf yelps once more and falls silent, turning a sickly blue and exploding around his blade. He stood there in his guard and position for a moment, naturally would have returned to guard however he knew the fight was over and was processing the events in his mind. He uttered no nose and stood erect again, the tip of his rapier scrapping the ground slightly and he let out a sigh. He looked back and forth to see if there were any more wolves in lurking. None.

        There was a silence for a while longer. He looked over a Shinex, London's waved hair front matted across his forehead in the pouring rain. He looked he saw the gash and looked at it for a moment before looking Shinex in the eye again saying "You ok?" not caring for grammar or formal speak.

ID:7143

BD:9

Dmg given: 6 (1 base + 1 critical + 2 OHR2 + 2 dmg Le Rapier de la Nocturne.)

Shinex: 7/10 HP

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 2: DEAD

The wolf yelped as it got up. It barked once more and viciously shook it's head to refrain from collapsing. Although the actual fighting style of the AI seems to be rather perdictable and stupid, the small details are rather well done. I'm sure this game would be a monstrous sucess if it wasn't a death trap. The water was shaken off the wolf's soaken coat, sending droplets flying everywhere. It charged once more and leaped, it's jaws opened wide as it came down like lighting, slashing Shinex- making a long gridded red gash across his chest. The wolf landed and barked, it was going to fight to the bitter end. Of course it would, instinct dictated it to do so.

ID: 7142

MD: 7

Dmg given: 1(base)

Shinex: 7/10 HP

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 2: 2/10 HP

London watched the wolf that was snapping at him. Digital saliva flying everywhere from the wolve's weakened state. It was still healthy, however, London's stirkes did not have to hit often to hit hard. Although being a duellist, hitting often would be nice. Thunder crashed in the sky once more, the rain breaking through the leaf ceiling and making a downpour. The wolf jumped towards London and slashed at his chest and then bit his left arm. London yelled and hit the wolf with the pommel of his rapier, knocking it lose. He kicked the dog yelling "Die filth!" His general collectedness and calm aura evaporated, his dueling elequence along with it. He walked, chest puffed from the adrenaline and looked someone like a bersker with his rage filled eyes, he had enough and plunged the blade through the skull of the wolf, whom was just about to get up, being forced to ground. He ripped the blade away from the wolf as it shattered, blue poloygons flying everywhere. The armor glowed once more and so did the blade as it leeched the final life forces from the wolf and spread throughout his body to heal the wounds. He looked over towards Shinex and began headed over towards him to help him out with the last wolf. The rain was getting heavier and things could end badly if the wolf calls for help. This is no time for personal pride, London thought.

• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Damage given = 7 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 2 Le Rapier de la Nocturne + 2 critical

Damage recieved = 1 (base + 2 ciritcal - 2 dmg mit)

Health Absorbed = 2 (natural 10)

London: 15/15 HP

Shinex: 8/10 HP

Wolf 1: 5/10 HP

Wolf 2: DEAD

London let out a sigh, it droned out for a moment. It slowly became softer until it was nothing more but a silent breeze of exhaled air. He rubbed the bridge the nose. "Perhaps we should just head back to town. Treasure wouldn't be on the first floor...logically, that is." He explained. "Too much flatlands, if there were perhaps a cave or big rocks around then there would be a chance. And even if we did find treasure, on this floor, the reward would be so small it'd feel like wasted time." London concluded his analyze of the subject. He was tired. He needed to stop being a mentor to all these new players, he wasn't a teacher and he knew it. He'd end up being responsible for one of their deaths if they did die under his watch and he wasn't prepared for that, not yet at least. His level is still too low for him to be the deciding factor between someone living or dying.

London looked at the hostess as she made her announcement. Hmh...She's forcing it too much. I won't harp on it though, I probably should be leaving. The party was good for other players...I barely talked to anyone and I doubt anyone here like to see me ag- His thought was cut off as a notification popped before his dark eyes. Friend request....I don't know him well but might as well. He seemed nice enough. He clicked accept. He turned to the hostess and the host and said "Thank you for having me, it was an enchanting party." London nodded as he raised two fingers as a goodbye and turned towards the door putting his hands in his pockets, looking about for a second to make sure he had everything. Force of habit, he knew he had everything but he just needed to make sure. He headed towards the door and walked out in to the dark night. It's nice out...chilly and the moon is high. Oft to the inn I suppose... and with that London walked out into the night, blending and merging with the shadows. He seemingly disappeared. I wonder how many rooms are left... London began to ponder as he slipped into the night. It was a nice evening, for everyone else that is. He found it nice but he was rather lonesome but it didn't matter. Time to get some sleep.

"What the [censored] were you thinking you idiot!" London yelled at him. "You would have been killed!" London calmed down. He was worried yes, but he assumed Uchu had more common sense than to go off to try and face a bloody dragon oft by himself, it'd be suicide London thought. He was acting too much likr he was a teacher instead of a duelist, He wasn't so happy about that but it is what it is. London recollected his composure, slightly embarrsed he lost it in the first place. "Are you paying attention?" London questioned. Seeming aggervated again but it was understandable. If Uchu did die he'd most likely blame himself even if it was even remotely close to his fault.

London saw Uchu was obviously extremely tired...maybe a little too much so. London responded "I unequiped it, it's in my inventory. As for you, you crashed after you got out of the shower." London yawned once more and started headed up the stairs again and kept his stare fixed on the door. It would be nice to finslly get some rest. "Your stuff should be in your invo as well. You should get to bed, your not thinking straight." London didn't say anything after that and kept headed towards the room.

The wolf barked madly at Shinex's taunts. It clawed at the dirt and charged. Sending yet more leaves and branches into the air. Because of it's anger, it was clawing at the dirt more so. It launched dirt into the air as it rain at remarkable speeds. It leaped, thunder crashing, it bit deep into Shinex's arm and refused to let go, it tugged like it was trying to rip the arm off, which it very well may have been trying to do. It gnawed and decided to let go before it would be slashed by a scimitar again. Red particles leaking from the red, gridded hole marks made into Shinex's arm. The wolf barked at Shinex, almost daring him to attack.

ID:6140

MD:9

Dmg Given = 2 (1 Base + 1 Critical)

London: 14/15 HP

Shinex: 8/10 HP

Wolf 1: 5/10 HP

Wolf 2: 7/10 HP

As predicted, the wolf charged again. It sent leaves and branches up once more. London saw this and side stepped out of the way, lunging and stabbing the wolf, piercing it's hide. It yelped in pain as is unsheathed itself of from the blade immediately clawing at London. It unfortunately landed a strike on his arm before he could shuffle back and get into guard again. Dealing only minor damage. London jumped back and got on guard and heard his ally's taunt. Bating the wolf...Probably not his best move... He waited for the wolf to strike again, stealing a glance at Shinex every now and then to make sure he's not in too much trouble. It began to rain harder.

• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 6 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg given = 5 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 2 Dmg from Le Rapier de La Nocturne)

Dmg Received = 1 (1 - 2 dmg mit, minimal damage of 1)

London: 14/15 HP

Shinex: 10/10 HP

Wolf 1: 5/10 HP

Wolf 2: 7/10 HP

The second wolf yelped in pain from the attack. It jumped forward and clawed at Shinex, in blind rage. It snapped and barked as it did this, almost as an intimidation and warning rather than an actual attack. The wolf showed it's teeth as it snapped at the air near Shinex. It missed it's attack and rushed back and spun around to face Shinex again, growling and then barking at him. It was obvious the wolf was not happy by it's failed attempt and it's new gash in it's hide. It clawed the dirt as it waited for Shinex.

ID:6138

MD: 2

London: 17/17 HP

Shinex: 10/10

Wolf 1: 10/10 HP

Wolf 2: 7/10 HP

London checked watched Shinex for a moment, and saw how he did an uppercutting slash towards the wolf. Good strike...He might actually know what he's doing. He looked back to his wolf that was charging, it snarled as it did and jumped. London dodged easily again but didn't attempt and attack. It wouldn't be good to do so, if he slipped that could easily prove fatal. So, London decided to shuffle back a bit and go on guard again, collecting himself and preparing for the wolf's next attack.

ID: 6137

BD:2

MD:3

London: 17/17 HP

Shinex: 10/10 HP

Wolf 1: 10/10 HP

Wolf 2: 7/10 HP

The second wolf snarls, barks, and snaps at Shinex like mad. It charges at Shinex, kicking leaves and branches up as it charges. The wolf lunges at Shinex, snapping at the air. The creature missed it's mark and landed on the ground, sending even more leaves into the sky. It was beginning to drizzle, primarily being a blocked by the great tree tops. However, some of the rain drops broke through and small patches begin to leak through, making small showers in the forest. It snarled and bark as the wolf crouched again, ready to lunge and try to rip at Shinex again.

ID:6133

MD:2

MISS

London: 17/17 HP

Shinex: 10/10 HP

Wolf 1: 10/10 HP

Wolf 2: 10/10 HP

London looked around and hear a snap of a branch and stopped holding his hand out to his left to signify Shinex to stop. His eyes shot back and forth as he surveyed the woods. The wolves are really close...if there is more than 3 I'll tell this guy to stay behind me or get out, I won't let him put himself into danger that he won't be able to overcome. Even with masterful skill. That's something I hate about mmorpgs...they favor numbers and equipment rather then personal skill. After London said that 2 wolves came out from the trees. Barking and snarling. They had lush walnut brown coats and burning yellow eyes. They began snapping at the air shortly as they emerged. London drew his rapier and held it towards one. "You get the other one, if any more come I have them, focus on staying alive and dealing damage." London ordered. His brain switched to it's tactical sense, shutting off any kindness or friendliness in his voice. There was a silence from him. Suddenly, there was a loud crash in the air, thunder. Lighting lit the sky as it began to softly rain. As soon as the booming sound roared, the wolves pounced. London instinctively jumped to the side and attempted to slash at the beast as he did so but he missed. He wasn't hurt and he looked at the second wolf about to lunge at Shinex, then back at his own wolf. It landed across from where he was originally standing, sending up leaves and snapping branches. It growled and barked as it prepared for it's next attack.

ID:6132

DB:2

MD:2

Miss on both sides, no damage given or taken.

London: 17/17 HP

Shinex:  10/10 HP

Wolf 1: 10/10 HP

Wolf 2: 10/10 HP

London responded "I'm glad you're being cautious...." Its good he's taking certain things into consideration...or at least I think he is. I need to make sure he doesn't get cocky or think of his skills to highly when he's not there yet. It'll get him killed. I'm here and I'm no master fencer or anything of the sort but I can at least hold my own against anything in this forest....at least anything I've seen so far. London began to trek a bit more to the right, going deeper in the forest. Wolves should be over here. I'll try and see if I can find one or two, I need to assess his combat abilities first...and make sure he can hold the blade right. Hopefully he just doesn't go in there slashing wildly...that'd leave him way to open. "We should start to run into wolves if we keep heading this way..." London muttered, thinking aloud.

London thought about the question for a moment. "Personally, I prefer any mob that can hold a blade. I'm a duelist and well, Single target killing is what I do best. Plus, fighting wolves gets rather boring at times. But for us, I'd say maybe a small wolf pack would work...if you're up for something like that. I don't know where any bandit camps are and it would be rather stupid to just go in and try to take on 5 of them at once, wouldn't you agree?" He answered as he stepped into the forest, beginning to walk through it. "What would you like to fight?" London asked.

The bandit yelled "Ah!" as it was sliced, he took a moment to examine his wounds. Smart AIs in term of actual radiance...their combat is rather stupid right now but later on they might actually be a threat... London thought as he waited. London had more honor than to stab someone in the back, even if it was just a mob in a video game. He knew how it felt and personally, he wasn't a fan. He saw his opportunity to kill the bandit and turned it away. It may give him a chance to hone his skills against something with a sword in it's hand, or at the very least a dagger. Wolves were nice and all, he thought, but he seriously doubted that the game would only consist of bestial creatures and monsters. The bandit's smirk had disappeared and it turned, already dropping it bag on the ground, it clenched his dagger tighter and launched himself forward, screaming. He attempted to slash at London, to which London easily took a backstep, dodging the strike and lunged forward, stabbing the bandit's chest, moving fluidly as usual. The bandit let out another grunt in pain as it stumbled back and London got into his stance again ready to keep the pressure on the bandit and hopefully ending this before his friends show up. It was very doubtful that this bandit worked alone, if it did, it was most likely the leader and this would be a very underwhelming fight.

• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given = 3 (1 base + 2 OHR2)

London: 15/15 HP

Bandit: 7/13 HP

He continued to play for a while and finally finished. He put the bass away. He leaned against the tree again, it was turning out to maybe not be such a bad day after all. The birds were singing, the scenery was nice, and he killed 3 wolfs all coming at him at the same time. Naturally, this wasn't the case. Shortly after he was finished playing and had a moment of rest, a player-esque mob appeared from behind the tree. It snickered saying "Nice playing there, now, your money or your life." the man said as it unsheathed a dagger, holding a bag in it's off hand. Bandit....typical. London stood and unsheathed his rapier and went on guard. Knowing the bandit would attack anyways he decided to be a bit smug about it and say "Oh please, quit it your sinister bravado, it's rather boring." And with the bandit launched himself forward prematurely stabbing the air. "Hmhp..."London grunted as he easily ran forward, dodging the blade and running his own against the bandit's side in a draw cut. He turned and held his rapier up again in guard. Pathetic....telegraphing so early....

• Rolled a 8 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (mob) dice

Dmg given = 3 (1 base + 2 OHR2)

London: 15/15 HP

Bandit: 10/13 HP