[SP-F6] Reflections <<The Gemini>>

[Shard 0]

"God I hate this floor."

 

Shard stares up into the dense canopy above him, his face a mask of pain and annoyance; Fortis Gleam hangs loosely from his hand as he stands in place. Sweat permeated his every pour, his clothing soaked in perspiration, the light of the tropic sun causing a glisten on his brow.  Honestly, he looked defeated- was he? No probably not, just tired of this damn floor.

"Two weeks in this jungle hell..."

Shard grumbles aloud, contemplating the events which brought him here, wondering why they couldn't have taken him- hell, anywhere else. He would have taken floor four over this, and he hated that place and it's damn snow. This floor wasn't only hot, but dangerous. He couldn't count the number of times he's had to make a run for it after stumbling into entire packs of level ten Fell-spiders or Kong's. Too many.

 

Lowing his head back down to the treeline, Shard brings his gloved hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow, sighing quietly as he ignored the stinking heat. Bringing the two-hander back up over his shoulder, Shard continues on his way back to the main village of the floor... Amazon.

"God I really hate this floor."

[Shard 0]

"Almost there..."

Shard continues to trudge through the forest on his way to Amazon where a warm bed, food, and drink awaited him. Also not having to worry about a Fell-Spider attacking him while he slept in a tree. That was a nice bonus. Shard was no making his way along shirtless, his muscular body glistening in the light, covered in sweat and mud. He had long before decided that the armor was only serving to slow him- and if he ran into anyone or anything, he could just quickly re-equip it.

 

"Almost there..."

 

He continues to repeat himself, as if each time he said that specific statement, it would make a teleport crystal appear. Oh how he wished he had a teleport crystal- how he wished he didn't have to make day long treks across entire levels to each his destinations. Wiping his brow with a naked forearm, Shard stops for a moment. There's something in the background. It's faint, but it almost sounds like...

Footsteps.

 

Unsheathing his massive blade, Shard brings Fortis Gleam to bare, before quickly re-equipping his iron-breast plate. His face is cool- well, it's actually quite hot, but his expression is a mask of professional focus. Could it be another player? A mob? Amazonian Warrior's come to life to claim him? The latter seemed the least likely. Sword facing back down the path which he came, the dark steel of his blade gleaming in the light, Shard prepared for a fight.