Dark Cloud — Roleplayer Guild

Wordage: Less than 750 words (+1 points)
Experience: 18/20 EXP
Location: (The Under) Forsaken Land ➡ The Hive

What fun, it seemed that the feral wasn't the only one to favor a special brand of verbal and even physical pun-ishment. Artorias could only handle so much, what with dealing with his own footing as well as the very real threat of becoming swarmed. 

Not even a moment of respite could be spared for the knight to groan, that which quickly became a yelp as the ground beneath his feet gave. "By my blade thy incessant nattering must stop!" the Wolf Knight grumbled, landing on a yellow honeycomb that quickly began to dissolve eliciting another no less annoyed sigh.

Artorias snarled as he was quite irriated by Rumor's antics "Sh-SHUT THY MOUTH!" the frustrated knight roared, aiming a wild swing at the pretender queen as she passed in bomber form as futile as it might have been to. He did however use the opportunity to stay on the move, deftly avoiding the oncoming bombs though only by a hair with his legs slightly encumbered by his greaves. 

He began a dance of sorts, swinging wide and moving in a silent rhythm. One, two, three, he swung and dodged to avoid the explosives. He wasn't getting anywhere, this was not a fight he could win if his enemy stayed out of reach. For the time it was a battle of attrition. 

Furthermore the knight, though he was an exceptional fighter and skilled swordsman was at a disadvantage with needing to balance his focus between the enemy and the platforms beneath him.

Wordage: Less than 750 words (+1 points)
Experience: 17/20 EXP
Location: (The Under) Forsaken Land ➡ The Hive

A thick sickly residue clung to Artorias' armor, already pitted with dents and battle scars from the Seeker's previous fights that upon their momentary breather the Wolf Knight made a mental note to see to the repair of his armaments as he wiped the slough from his blade, welcoming the feral with a nod as she slid out of her hiding place.

"Hm," the knight’s pointed ears twitched at the mention of such a word as justice, it's meaning became more hollow when he came to think of it as he pieced back his memories "At one time twas I who thought justice a simple thing, alas that which is just tis different from what is right." Artorias mused aloud as he unceremoniously kicked the icky remains of wasp guts from his greaves, speaking more from his own experience.

There was no changing the deep seeded hatred of all that corrupts, but of the dark he was becoming hesitant to be as mindless in his hate with the disturbing nightmares he had been having. But he was only held by fear than of a change of heart.

A fear that all he had been made to believe was wrong, but with a sigh the knight perished the thought. Now wasn't the time nor place to ponder, it was time to act. His heavily armored feet causing a bit of a racket as he stormed off with the others to the throne room of the Queen, a great wasp hanging by a chain.

Though as a knight he upheld his chivalry but he was also not blind as the hornets to see their so called Queen was nothing but a puppet on a string so to speak. Dealing with the swarms was one thing but swarms that took the form of deadly weapons was another, though he easily evaded such attacks it took a bit of his stamina to do so with the added weight of his greaves.

Leaving the swarms to be dealt with by those capable of doing so his attention focused on the Queen. While the feral began her attack upon the bit of bandages keeping pieces of the metal monarch up he looked elsewhere, his glowing eyes following the chain upwards. Though he grunted, deciding to focus on taking on the Queen with Nadia.

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