[F7-MB] The Atherial
The night before the fight, it had been a stormy night.
Floor seven was usually like that, but the winds had been much stronger than normal, and the very wood that the inn was built off screeched lightly under its sheer force.
Under the roof of the inn, ten people couldn't sleep, kept awake by the noise... or the fear.
In the distance, a high pitched scream could be heard, its sound carried and deformed by the wind.
The Atherial had awoken.
The journey to his location hadn't bee
Darius had been watching the fight with a stoic expression, all of the players landing blows here and there, while mainly dodging the bird's attacks. They didn't need his help at the moment, but their guide did. He glanced at the bird once more, watching it rage about like a stupid animal, then started to run towards their guide that was slowly getting closer to the edge. He pulled the tower shield from his arm and slid it in front of his on the ground. As it was skidding along, he jumped on it,