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This raises many questions about how he's leaving the battlefield. xD
The answer is simple. Hitch a ride.
Alternatively, wait for passive mana regen to kick in.
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The answer is simple. Hitch a ride.
Alternatively, wait for passive mana regen to kick in.
@VitaVitaAR: I can't do much with Tiral, tbh. He's got barely enough energy to stay conscious, so what'd happen if I forced him up is basically:
*take two steps*
*watch face meet dirt*
Fin.
Not much substance there.
*take two steps*
*watch face meet dirt*
Fin.
Not much substance there.
Alright, that's good.
So... That's the fire crystal and two sets of seeds down. Wheat and Barley and food are left to dig up... But that's all the non-material stuff to use. Salvaging the materials that are broken and in the shipwreck? Well... I'll leave that to your discretion for now, everyone.
So... That's the fire crystal and two sets of seeds down. Wheat and Barley and food are left to dig up... But that's all the non-material stuff to use. Salvaging the materials that are broken and in the shipwreck? Well... I'll leave that to your discretion for now, everyone.
Masaru jerked his head towards the kitsune in the middle on lifting a wooden beam, almost buckling under the weight as he temporarily lost focus before the girl decided to reassure everyone that there was no issue at hand. It took a moment for the oni to regain his former stance, but at the very least the goods that the obstacle had been hiding were left unharmed.
"Phew. Well, it's fine that it's nothing dangerous, at least," he laughed as the rest of group seemed to chastise the kitsune for her actions. "No harm, no foul, right?"
With a smile, Masaru took a deep breath and shoved the beam against the hull of the ship behind it, propping it up there to keep it from falling back down onto anyone or anything. Brushing off his hands, the oni knelt down closer to the ground to see what he had revealed.
Another box of seeds, it seemed; so this had been where they were keeping the food stores! What a miracle that was. This time around, it was...
Rice! Yes! Sake!
...
Well, actually, no, not sake. Alcohol was a luxury, and though he was fairly certain that a drink right now might ease up tensions, turning it into workable food came first.
"Got some rice over here! I'll bring the box outside; better to do this now than forget about it later," he called out to the rest, spitting on both of his hand and rubbing them together before grabbing the box by its sides and heaving it into the air. With a steady page, the oni slowly moved the crate of rice outside the wreckage and plopped it down near the sand... Away from the water.
"Phew. That's good, that's good. Better than I expected, at least."
Nodding to himself in an attempt to psyche himself up, Masaru walked back into the shipwreck to continue digging for goods to use.
"Phew. Well, it's fine that it's nothing dangerous, at least," he laughed as the rest of group seemed to chastise the kitsune for her actions. "No harm, no foul, right?"
With a smile, Masaru took a deep breath and shoved the beam against the hull of the ship behind it, propping it up there to keep it from falling back down onto anyone or anything. Brushing off his hands, the oni knelt down closer to the ground to see what he had revealed.
Another box of seeds, it seemed; so this had been where they were keeping the food stores! What a miracle that was. This time around, it was...
Rice! Yes! Sake!
...
Well, actually, no, not sake. Alcohol was a luxury, and though he was fairly certain that a drink right now might ease up tensions, turning it into workable food came first.
"Got some rice over here! I'll bring the box outside; better to do this now than forget about it later," he called out to the rest, spitting on both of his hand and rubbing them together before grabbing the box by its sides and heaving it into the air. With a steady page, the oni slowly moved the crate of rice outside the wreckage and plopped it down near the sand... Away from the water.
"Phew. That's good, that's good. Better than I expected, at least."
Nodding to himself in an attempt to psyche himself up, Masaru walked back into the shipwreck to continue digging for goods to use.
The power of tsun is strong in this one.
Well, that and a blooming M.
Please no.
Well, that and a blooming M.
Please no.
@harinezumikouken: Gimme a moment, I can edit my post if you want.
She's not heavy; he's just really lacking in any sort of upper body strength! :D
Tiral's eyes widened momentarily in shock as he noticed the young woman beginning to collapse. Mana exhaustion...?
Well, there was no other logical explanation, now was there?
Chastising himself for even wasting a moment more, though, the ice mage bit his lip and moved over to catch the falling knight in his arms rather than with just a single hand. Regardless of his state being not too far off from Marianne's own, it wasn't as if he could allow needless injury to happen right in front of him. Needless to say, he wasn't quite prepared for what was to come.
Almost as if some omnipotent being was having their fun with him, the residual electricity that he had been seeing remnants of had NOT, in fact, dissipated. With his arms now conducting the rest of the energy, it took only the slightest of contact with his arms before Tiral felt an intense pain coursing through his body. To say nothing of the water in the area making things any less painful, but with his strength as it was it would be a miracle if it didn't cause him to scream. Only by forcing out a last bit of willpower did the mage keep his voice in check, and though his legs staggered under the increased weight (he REALLY wasn't hit for any sort of heavy-lifting!), he had to at least put the girl down gently.
"Ah... Mana exhaustion. Only reason why I didn't rush into battle sooner. That spell... Too inefficient in terms of consumption and incantation time. Unless she trims that thing down, it'll leave her a sitting duck in the future..." he grumbled, carefully leaning Marianne's unconscious body against the frozen log before slumping down himself. He hadn't a clue how to speed up the recovery process, but... Well, time healed all wounds, right?
"...Yeah. Just gonna... Sit here a bit until they call me up. Got enough just in case we need some emergency barriers, so I'm not completely dead weight... Yet," he stated quietly to himself, as if justifying his actions now. "She'll be awake in time for us to get out of here. Hopefully. I'm not strong enough to carry her back..."
With a sigh, Tiral flicked his dagger to free it of any remaining water before slipping it back into its usual place. Cleanup wouldn't take too long, given how everything had turned out...
Well, there was no other logical explanation, now was there?
Chastising himself for even wasting a moment more, though, the ice mage bit his lip and moved over to catch the falling knight in his arms rather than with just a single hand. Regardless of his state being not too far off from Marianne's own, it wasn't as if he could allow needless injury to happen right in front of him. Needless to say, he wasn't quite prepared for what was to come.
Almost as if some omnipotent being was having their fun with him, the residual electricity that he had been seeing remnants of had NOT, in fact, dissipated. With his arms now conducting the rest of the energy, it took only the slightest of contact with his arms before Tiral felt an intense pain coursing through his body. To say nothing of the water in the area making things any less painful, but with his strength as it was it would be a miracle if it didn't cause him to scream. Only by forcing out a last bit of willpower did the mage keep his voice in check, and though his legs staggered under the increased weight (he REALLY wasn't hit for any sort of heavy-lifting!), he had to at least put the girl down gently.
"Ah... Mana exhaustion. Only reason why I didn't rush into battle sooner. That spell... Too inefficient in terms of consumption and incantation time. Unless she trims that thing down, it'll leave her a sitting duck in the future..." he grumbled, carefully leaning Marianne's unconscious body against the frozen log before slumping down himself. He hadn't a clue how to speed up the recovery process, but... Well, time healed all wounds, right?
"...Yeah. Just gonna... Sit here a bit until they call me up. Got enough just in case we need some emergency barriers, so I'm not completely dead weight... Yet," he stated quietly to himself, as if justifying his actions now. "She'll be awake in time for us to get out of here. Hopefully. I'm not strong enough to carry her back..."
With a sigh, Tiral flicked his dagger to free it of any remaining water before slipping it back into its usual place. Cleanup wouldn't take too long, given how everything had turned out...
Tiral stared at Marianne with an incredulous look as she asked for his aid. His hands were already sort of tied right now, given how he was not exactly in a position to cast much anything else unless he wanted to risk going unconscious in the middle of the battlefield. At the same time, though, with his goal having already been achieved by now and the bandits mostly routed, the mage responded with a nod and a somewhat-strained smile as he drew his dagger from its icy sheath.
"I shall... Do my best."
What he was not expecting, though, was the spear of lightning that his fellow knight had formed right in front of him. The heat was astounding, melting the ice near where she had anchored herself nearby. How she could stand retaining such a spell... Well, given how Tiral hadn't ventured out further past his current repertoire, maybe it would be in his best interests to learn what caused this phenomenon. Later, though. That would have to come later.
The fight against the Captain's enemy was over in an instant; once the spear of lightning had launched, it was as if it became an unstoppable force, easily plowing through the man's chest and leaving nothing but a burnt hole in its wake. Tiral winced at the sight; how brutal. Unforgiving.
But somehow satisfying to see.
"Well. That was... A spectacle. Could do with some more speed in the incantation, though..." Tiral mused to himself as he extended a hand to help Marianne down from the log. There seemed to be a bit of electricity floating around her in terms of spark, but surely that was just a trick of the light, right?
"I shall... Do my best."
What he was not expecting, though, was the spear of lightning that his fellow knight had formed right in front of him. The heat was astounding, melting the ice near where she had anchored herself nearby. How she could stand retaining such a spell... Well, given how Tiral hadn't ventured out further past his current repertoire, maybe it would be in his best interests to learn what caused this phenomenon. Later, though. That would have to come later.
The fight against the Captain's enemy was over in an instant; once the spear of lightning had launched, it was as if it became an unstoppable force, easily plowing through the man's chest and leaving nothing but a burnt hole in its wake. Tiral winced at the sight; how brutal. Unforgiving.
But somehow satisfying to see.
"Well. That was... A spectacle. Could do with some more speed in the incantation, though..." Tiral mused to himself as he extended a hand to help Marianne down from the log. There seemed to be a bit of electricity floating around her in terms of spark, but surely that was just a trick of the light, right?
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