Foyle

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"Any word on when the raid will begin, Freyd? You mentioned it was likely to be soon." An undertone of concern worked its way into the older man's voice. "If there's anything you might need us to do while you and the rest of the frontliners are engaged with it, please let us know." Landing a powerful blow against the lion's muscled shoulder, Foyle knew the burden of going to war. He'd served, and though he'd never had to face true active combat, peacetime carried its own share of threats, traumas and challenges. A few friend had been lost along the way. Ren caught wind of his words

Roaring its discontent, the Nemean pounced towards Freyd, only to fall flat onto this furry face when it discovered that Foyle's last shot had pinned its bushy tail to an adjacent tree. Sure, it yanked the entire tree out of the ground, but the moment was still pricelessly hilarious.. "Captain. I see another pride on patrol to the east. They might be heading towards us." Eagle eyes astute as always Foyle was rapidly turning into the group's AWACS, calling out approaching threat well before they become a problem. He'd done it most recently while they faced off against the early waves

As chaos cleared and the field boss' initial outburst of sand and fury abated, Foyle was better able to take advantage. Ren had done his bit and curb stomped the thing, denying its most potent defense and exposing it to their next wave of attacks. Streak and after vermillion streak lanced from his new weapon as contrails of sooty black filled the space between him and his foe. Every impact wracked its serpentine body with fiery spasm, making him wonder what the hell Ren had poured into the weapon he now wielded. "Hey, Ren. Does this thing have an off switch? It almost feels overtuned

Like a flailing death noodle, Hebishinu was upon them in an instant, scattering Freyd and Ren, attempting to force them apart so that its mobility would keep them from pinning it down. Blinding sand sprayed ceaselessly as it sought every advantage in keeping them from drawing a bead. Thinking back to his martial arts training, Foyle calmed his breathing and trusted to the enhancements built into Perdition's Reach. It had been made for moments like this, to strike true despite impossible odds, and bring low their enemies. Wrath embalming a flaming extension of his will streaked into the

Testing the fiery pitch and drawstring of Ren's latest gift, Foyle nodded appreciatively. He'd been quite content with his old bow, despite assurances from his fellows that this new one was a considerable and important upgrade. "Why would I throw away something perfectly serviceable?!" The rest of the group chuckled at his utterly predictable response, even as he grinned wryly back their way. "Thank you, Ren. It's a precious gift. I'm very grateful, and look forward to putting it to use on today's hunt." Turning to his captain, Foyle's scrutiny immediately focused on their quarries.

"On it!" Darting left, Foyle knocked and locked, taking aim as he ran and finding his mark perfectly. Arrow lodged at the ball joint between its deltoid and traps, he'd found the perfect chink in its armor. Eladriel shrieked, not even pretense of humanity in the abhorrent sound as it reverberated on the surrounding stones. "Who the hell makes these things, anyway?" "You don't want to know," came Ren's reply, trying to hold focus on himself just long enough for Freyd to finish his wraparound. "Just look at twenty nine and ask yourself the same question. They're no shortage of inspirati

Like a meteor streaking between them Foyle's shot struck precisely through the big bird's fiery heart. Loosed with the purest of intention, Foyle felt an inkling of pride as the mob fell, only to falter slightly as the thing's corpse combusted. An instant later, it was reborn as a creature of pure eldritch fire, blazing back to life between the others. "Damn. Sorry! Should have warned you!" He wasn't actually expecting the effect to be quite so explosive. As the brimstone cleared, the rest of the party appeared unharmed, though maybe a little singed along the edges. They still had

Flying true, black and red fletching spiraling towards their goal, Foyle's shot found its mark and plunged right through it, shattering their quarry like an AR-15 might a slumbering goose. Fish in a barrel might be harder, by comparison. "That'll be five col, squirt." Jeeves looked about ready to protest when he realized how his hated nickname had been avoided. He'd also lost, fair and square, flicking a coin through the air to be deftly caught by the archer's hand. "Where to next, captain, and maybe we should skip your shortcuts this time, for our companion's sake. I believe

"Hai!" String drawn and released, Foyle's missile found its mark, exactly as instructed. Catching the queen mid freefall, he hadn't expected to see her defeated so quickly and stared wide-eyed as only fractal remains reached the ground. "That.. that was it?" "Yup," clapped the captain, suddenly standing at his side. "You've already surpassed most of what we're likely to encounter today, though the system would have you think it's beyond you. Watch. Learn. See how combining your attacks can have an added impact. Then, imagine what could be done if all of Aincrad could actually

Grindstone | [1 Token] -3 Field Boss Post Count requirements; reduces this value to a minimum of 1 post. Stacks with Spyglass. Applicable for one Field Boss Spawn, after which the buff expires.

Nodding and marching in lock step with his captain, Foyle absorbed everything like a dutiful sponge. Freyd had seen more than most, so he'd be foolish to turn aside experience so freely shared, but Foyle's own age made keeping up with ever-changing game dynamics a challenge. He just wasn't used to it anymore. At least learning archery seemed to suit him better then the melee weapons most players preferred. Weighing the curved wood in his hands, he oiled the tool regularly, and with great care. Every piece of his equipment, in fact, was in utterly immaculate condition. Even where worn and w

Perfectly improvised plans crumpled almost instantly as the battle risked flipping from their favour to very much against it. Freyd was suddenly and violently removed from the field, to who knows where. But that was a later problem. The rest of them were instantly back on their own, now facing two Spectral Knights and the threat of a total rout mere yards around the corner. Swapping targets, in keeping with his captain's last command, Foyle's bow shot pierced the newest mob's shiny noggin, shattering its entire form and spilling it like a ruptured bag of marbles, shards spraying in eve

Sparing another shot for their main target, Foyle pivoted on his perch to focus his scouting instincts toward the approaching horde. There were many. Far too many. This wasn't some backwater orc patrol on a single digit floor, but a tide of abhorrent tentacle-ridden wrongness backed by max tier stats looking to bowl them all over and devour them. "Never enough arrows in the world, are there?" Not a gripe. More of an observation. Foyle was grateful for the fact that his quiver auto-refilled from his inventory, as wave after wave of pointy-ended death flew from his fingertips, hoping

Flailing as it fell, Foyle added extra insult to the mob's growing list of injuries by pinning its massive for to ground with additional well-placed arrows. Two limbs managed, before the others closed ranks to wail upon the thing in melee, the white-haired veteran had already knocked another bit of fletcher's fodder and was taking aim for future targets. "I have a shot! Stand clear whenever it starts to rouse itself again." Trusting that they'd heard him, Foyle was suddenly distracted by movement to the east. More mobs. Lots of them. A horde of the floor's more common shambling horr