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[i][color=Silver]Nap-time Knight[/color][/i]
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It seemed like Rhein’s request for subtlety had fallen on deaf ears, as Saffron worked a pretty obvious display of blood magic with his knife. As blood splattered on the surface of one of the Prowlers, it stopped in its tracks, the hatch opening up and revealing an Eldrin man with glasses, his eyes stern as he glared at the Blood Mage. “Do you have a problem with us, asshole? I’ll settle it right here if you want!” he barked. For someone who looked like a bookworm, he sure talked a big game.  Rhein ignored him, deciding that the other guys were Saffron’s problem. After all, Rhein hadn’t done anything wrong. Except, well, not rein Grim and Saffron in. As the slime arm crashed into the blood shield Saffron had erected, Rhein sighed as their Prowler began to tip and the slime from the appendage splashed over the top of the barrier. Annoyed that he would have to do any further work, Rhein braced himself before rushing towards the barrier at high speed, breaking through the blood barrier and bashing the gelatinous limb away with a shield check. [color=Silver]”Aww, gross.”[/color] he grumbled, noting that he’d managed to get some blue slime in his hair. Turning back to Saffron, Rhein cringed when the Dragnan offered him the shriveled carcass of what was once the boar that they picked up in Delion. 
[color=Silver]”Are you serious right now?”[/color] he remarked, genuinely creeped out by the prospect of launching a pig corpse as explosive ammunition. Having seen the blood bomb Saffron made with the knife, Rhein wasn’t really willing to let a whole boar explode right in his face. Snatching the shriveled Squeaky out of Saffron’s clutches, Rhein had already taken the Fragarach’s sword and shield off of his arm, grasping the sword’s handle with one hand. 

Rhein tossed the boar into the air and then promptly swung the combined sword and shield at it as it fell, the flat end of the shield slamming into the boar and sending it barreling towards the Giga Slime. [color=Silver][i]”Let’s just hope I never have to do that again.”[/i][/color], though, knowing Saffron, he was probably going to have to hit homeruns with more corpsebombs in the future. As Estelle’s bullets, the boar and Grimhildr herself were all launched towards the Giga Slime, Rhein made note of the fact that the occupants of the other Prowlers began to come out to engage, approximately three individuals wielding melee weapons ranging from long spears and hammers, and three gunners from each vehicle. The Horvin man dipped back into the Prowler and closed the hatch as it began to circle around the side of the huge Slime, with the other Prowler circling around the opposite side. If nothing else, they’d serve as a pretty decent distraction and a nice little additional factor in whittling away at the Slime’s defenses. 

Estelle had come back after her own assault, and she had a plan. While Rhein felt like it’d work, he couldn’t help but think it’d actually require some effort on his part. As he went to speak up, Rhein’s attention was grabbed by the sound of the boar exploding. The Giga Slime had actually grown arms out of its chest in an attempt to grab the boar, only to have the corpse violently explode in the smaller arms, blowing them off and damaging the creature’s torso, causing a rain of slime to come down. The creature stumbled backwards, the combination of Grimhildr’s attacks and the explosion seemingly overwhelming it for a moment. Sighing, Rhein scratched the back of his head as he hopped off of the top of the Prowler. [color=Silver]”Alright. I’ll go along with your plan…,”[/color] he began, walking towards the Giga Slime, [color=Silver]“If you let me use your lap as a pillow later.”[/color] he finished, totally serious as he unsheathed the Fragarach’s blade. He was gonna have to start things off small before he could work his way up to Grimhildr’s level. The Giga Slime’s arms split into four tentacles each, slowly beginning to remind Rhein more of a run-of-the-mill Slime. The appendages whipped about in every direction, though they were notably less thick than the gigantic arms it had earlier. To their credit, however, they were pretty quick. Rhein swung the Fragarach at the high-speed whip, cleaving through it as it passed, although he was quickly caught off guard by the fact that the gooey tentacle regrew itself and whipped him in the back of the head, spiking his face into the dirt. 
[color=Silver]”I’m alright.”[/color] he grumbled, propping himself back off of the ground with his sword. 
[color=Silver]”Let’s get a move on, ‘Stelle!”[/color]

Fighting off the tentacle as it came back around, Rhein rushed forward, fending off the tentacles that weren’t being distracted by Grimhildr and the other Party’s fighters. It seemed like he was a man possessed, motivated by the potential for a “reward” that he hadn’t even given Estelle time to agree to. And that wasn’t even taking into account the fact that he would have to argue with Grim over space. Technically, she’d called dibs, although over the more prized position of the beastlady’s chest. But Rhein was the leader, so it was only fair, right? Little did anyone know that these were the thoughts running through the head of the man’s head as he fought against the gargantuan creature’s limbs.