Team Nippon [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] The circle of hunters tensed, shooting questioning glances towards Nobunaga, uncertainty clear in their gazes. Who was this stranger? “If you can assist, outsider,” One of the hunters approached cautiously, spear still pointed towards the creature. Nobunaga would note a few things about the way he carried himself. He was dressed differently than the others. A fur mantle made of a wolf pelt hung across his shoulders, with thick animal furs covering his vitals and extremities. Confident, poised, and a quick look would have told anyone he at least knew what he was doing with the spear in his hand. Perhaps he was the leader of the hunters here. “Your arrival will never have been better. You heard her!” He snapped his neck towards the group. “That thing is’t going to stay idle forever! Get its attention! Look for an opening on its underside!” One of the men approached, lunging forward with the spear in his hand. The armored beast growled, swiftly turning and ramming the side of its body into the man as the spear clinked against its natural armor. The man stumbled back as the beast turned to face them, barely avoiding being trampled. “We’ll keep it corralled here.” Lazhira herself moved closer to Misaki. “Eh? Really? You travel just the three of you and you can’t even fight? How do you even survive out there?” She asked, more curious seeming than anything else. “...I mean I guess you’d be great at keeping people warm with that tail of yours-” She cut herself off. “Eh, ah, you’ll have to tell me later. Let the hunters and your friend handle that thing...though I wish we didn’t have to kill it. They’re normally really docile and big dumb oafs.” The Roma Mob [@ERode][@Pyromania99][@PaulHaynek][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] And so they chose onward. Augusta and Isidore had, anyways. Nick was hesitant, for good reason it seemed. He could easily surmise those creatures on the ground were not as dead as they appeared. Donovan knelt to check, he'd notice they were still very much warm, and not cold and dead as one would think from something long deceased. Perhaps the plants had indeed killed them, or had only taken root in the ruins of a decaying ruin. Octavia allowed herself to be leashed as Isidores’ little trick to enhance his eyesight seemed to work, at least somewhat. Focusing the energy he felt earlier upwards towards his eyes, the world became tinged in a shade of light blue, just barely brighter than the world had before. It would help with any sort of ambush he might face here, in the darker recesses of this prison. As they descended, Donovan showed the pin to Augusta. Normally, her eyes only seemed to work on people and living things, but perhaps with a bit of creativity she could do something with it? Deeper they went into the depths, Nick lagging only momentarily behind as he steeled his resolve. The staircase spiraling downwards with Octavia electing to take point, taking a quick pace and making sure to keep herself at the front. Eventually, the sound of rushing water would meet their ears as the bottom of the staircase came into view, that sickening cloying smell mixing with the scent of the sea as they finally reached the bottom. It was certainly an awe-inspiring sight. A massive underground chasm stood before them, and inside of it could only be described as a large underground garden. A massive flow of water flowed in from above, likely from the sea surrounding the island they seemed to be on, flowing into a large pool below that circled the entirety of the room. It was difficult for Augusta, Donovan, and Nick to make out, but against the back wall was a massive, blackened tar flower similar to the one Octavia had come out of situated against the back wall. The rest of the garden was full of flowers and plants of similar natures. A few trees were even sprouting, bearing some unknown fruit likely best left alone. Several other unknown plants bloomed with light producing flowers, creating a dimly lit ambience. Isidore however, would have a slightly better view thanks to his spell. The path they were on was a raised platform that seemed to circle the entire garden. The massive plant in the back seemed to have some sort of restraints on it, large black stones impaling it, keeping it bound to the wall behind, but it seemed ineffective if their intent was to stop it from growing. Several black vines and roots climbed upon the walls, and if Isidore happened to look one had grown right into a crack on the ceiling. As well, something was moving in the garden. Humanoid figures, slowly seeming to pace around the garden, but it was difficult to make out anything from here. Their observations would be cut short, the ground beneath them rumbled lightly as vines began rapidly growing over the staircase they had just come out of, completely blocking the exit for them. Octavia didn’t seem startled, and kept lightly tugging on the chain, trying to direct the group towards the garden. The path however, did continue around, where they could just make out another door leading deeper into the complex, but it seemed like this was the place whatever it was that was leading them wanted them. [hr] The cat girl [@Crusader Lord] Such recklessness. Perhaps that’s what a Hero needs, at times. Throwing caution into the wind to even have a chance at fighting an impossibly strong foe. Having failed at finding anything useful within the tower, Leannah decided her only course of action was to confront the guardian directly. She sprinted towards the giant as it turned to face her. It paused, watching its quarry come to it instead of fleeing. Her muscles tensed as she pulled her arm back. In one swift motion she launched it into the air. The spear left her hands. It sailed through the air. There was the sound of rock cracking, shattering as something hit it at high speed. It didn’t quite make it to its head. The target was far too small unless one had the sharpest accuracy. Yet, it did hit something. The spear met a different mark, cracking stone in the giants chest, just below its head and embedding itself into it. The wound spewed bright, blue blood that flowed down the creature's rocky surface, evaporating before it even reached the ground similar to what had been in the pods they had been released from. It wasn’t deep, and one could tell it didn’t have much effect on the giant, but it was enough to distract it for Leannah to get closer. The massive creature would provide many footholds to climb upon it on, being made of stone as it was - it was almost like freehanding rock climbing, but it still was a moving target. Leannah would be able to climb almost up to its shin before it returned to its senses. It raised the foot she was climbing upon, and turned it towards the rock wall intending on smashing her between its foot and the rock. [hr] [@Click This][@Cu Chulainn] [hr] [hider=Goddess Note] Ancient Sword: This appears to be a simple arming sword. Well crafted, but obviously aged beyond any recognizable features. The grip on its hilt seems to have once been dyed blue, with the pommel having been engraved with a decorative crest of some sort. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be.[/hider] Finding a suitable blade among the scattered weapons wasn’t hard for Narkissa. It seemed to be similar to the axe as far as construction went. Likely belonged to the same people that were in the library. Regardless of its origin, a brief glance outside would show the result of Leannah’s recklessness as the cat girl attempted scaling the giant. Maybe Narkissa could do something to assist here here, but what? Malphas could enjoy a respite, having accomplished his goal of making his escape. All he could do know was wait, and hope. From the sounds the guardian was making, it wasn’t having an easy time of whatever they were doing to it.