[@Lugubrious] [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] [color=9e0b0f][b][h1]Doom Slayer[/h1][/b][/color] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/avatar_e82122c34cd9_128.gif [/img] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/favicons/9a7fc9ac5d939ee611d920020b53baf2115e06c846106c3820f7d132.png?4c721bf58f3f93abfc2cf46f600aaec9[/img] Level 2 Doom Slayer/ Level 1 Isabelle Location: Dead Zone/ Island off of the Eryta Sea Word Count: 617 Isabelle finished speaking with a white haired man who needed assistants; something she was always glad to do. Helping people was something that made her happy; Although she did worry about his and Yennifer’s wellbeing. Watching him walking away she waved goodbye to him and wished him luck. Another person came towards her what zone he would like to venture to; the desert was a strange place to venture off to but she could not judge him for such a choice. Filling out some paperwork to indicate that he will be going off towards the desert zone. Her eyes darting over towards the clock; watching the time quickly moving. Opening the drawer of her desk; pulling out a small plastic bottle of apple juice. Pulling off the cap and taking a big swing of apple juice; putting away the bottle once she was finished continuing filling her paperwork. Finishing all of her paperwork eventually; noticing the time she finished up her paperwork and cleaning up her desk. A thought came to her head staring at her desk; the bright light that engulfed her while she was at her desk working for the mayor. Appearing in this strange place; but there was work to be done here to help the others who appeared here. Walking out of her office and heading out to help the others; and find out why she is here. Making her way towards a small island on the Eryth Sea; taking a small boat form one of the piers to get there. She hated sand which seemed to stick to her paw pads; and it was coarse and rough which didn’t help. As she explored the island she noticed Geralt speaking with others. “Mr. Geralt; funny meeting you here” She blurted out waving her paws for him to notice her. Walking over towards him and the other strangely dressed people. Her little bell rang as she made her way towards them. “Hello my name is Isabelle; and who are you?” She asked the others sounding quote polite for a talking dog wearing clothes. ------------------------------------ Meanwhile the Slayer set his eyes on the creature that angered him so much. Cornering the creature shoving his chainsaw into its ribcage. Parts of it’s bone and blood spraying all over his armor; the blood curdling screams from the Hierophant was music to his ears. Once the Hierophant was dead he picked up the blue key. Now he had enough keys to open the door to get the Sentinel crystal. Making his way towards the first Sentinel crystal grabbing it and breaking the crystal feeling the power coursing through his body. Turning his attention towards the location of the second crystal. Noticing the hallway and the demons that were guarding both the crystal and the way to destroy the gore nest. Revving up his chainsaw once again feeling the bloodlust filling his head; Rushing towards them noticing that most of them were a mixture of lower and more deadly demons. The cacodemons were the first to notice him; screeching loudly and starting to notify the others. imps and zombie men coming towards him. Bobbing and weaving out of the way of the imp’s fireballs; most of the zombie men’s gunshots were hitting his amor. Finching form their attacks blowing the heads off of some zombie men. Some of the shots hitting his exposed flesh; this pissed him off more so then it should. His focus moving towards the Cacodemons who he was sawing in half with his chainsaw; closing the distance by using his pistol.