Kazemitsu

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter stretched his arms out with twin loud cracks from his shoulders as the girls talked about the Druid Girls druidic Teacher. It was settled that they'd dip in the river, so while they moved out the large reptilian man pulled a brush out of his satchel. It looked like something someone would use on a horse to get dirt and grime from their fur. The Archer Girl led the way since she had apparently been there before. Which got a thought to come to the forefront, she had bathed here to get rid of the sewer smell. Luckily it was moving water, humans didn't want to dip in that.

Once they got to the shore the Archer immediately began to strip down to nothing. He had expected her to stop at her smallclothes but she had ether no shame or no fucks to give. Shrugging he began to work off his own clothing while the Druid gathered dead twigs, branches, and fibers to make a fire with. It took him a little bit to get his clothes off, except he kept his loincloth on. He didn't feel like scaring the girls.

Druid mentioned she didn't have flint and steel, Archer girl had at this point mentioned a fire, which got him to look at Druid. "Should always carry a flint and steel." He said before reaching into his satchel again. A smooth gray stone and his massive knife were retrieved while his tail moved around what she had gathered. A bundle of dry grass and bark were made into a little pile. Swamps made fire difficult to start due to the wetness but not impossible.

Striking the flint with the back of his blade the sparks showered the dry kindling, lighting it up quick enough thanks to the grass. These small movements alone got the muscles in his arms and back to dance under his crimson scales. He moved the small flame ball into the stone ring before snapping twigs and setting them on it. The dry wood and bark was catching quickly, soon he was putting larger pieces on. "If you want it to last longer you'll need green wood. Preferably not pine, pine smokes horribly." He explained before standing up. Just that simple movement made the muscles of his ripple dramatically. Maybe he was putting a show on for the girls? Doubtful.

Without further adieu he strode into the water with his brush in hand. Once fully submerged he began to scrub away at himself, scratching off drying and dried blood. Bits of gore pulp floated lazily away to get devoured by hungry fish further downstream. The joys of having a tail, one could scrub their own back without a long handle. He was going to be a while thanks to his scales though. The stream got murky a little away from where he had vanished into it only to vanish with the flow. Rising up, the top of his head breaking the surface, he idly swam about a little to make sure he was fully clean. He looked much like an alligator like this. A big red gator.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter shook his head as the Archer yelled after the boars before he returned his attention to the Druid Girl. "Having free meat is better than paying for it, and the hides could have been useful. Never mind the Experience boost we could have gotten from them." He replied while working. Another heave and another corpse was put up on the high ground for the girls. Both of who thanked him for the unspoken idea. Although the Druid Girl had to make a little nickname for him.

He didn't react to their thanks, nor the nickname. His ears flicked towards the lone guard who laughed, but other than that made no show that he acknowledged anything while he single-mindedly slung corpses up. He continued like this for hours, slogging his way along and leaving behind dull bloodstained and grimy dirt. They weren't paid to repair the palisade so he left the blunted spikes or broken ones, be. He didn't need to break any of them, just ripping the large corpses into pieces with flexes of those thickly muscled arms.

Soon, via small time skip, the sky turned to the colors of a sunset. The guard spoke up, congratulating them on a job well done. This was what finally got the lizard to climb up and out of the ditch. Any patches of him that hadn't been red were now from blood. He flicked a chunk of entrails off his shoulder before he was handed a piece of parchment that indicated that they completed the job and got payment.

The girls talked about rinsing off. "A stream will do, we don't have a lot of money to spend on something as luxurious as a hot bath. He said as he tucked the piece of paper into his bag. He pulled a rag out, it had seen better days, and wiped a portion of the blood and gunk from his body before it dried. That poor piece of cloth was stained deep red with tints of green and was launched into the pyre. It had seen its final use and discarded.

"So a rinse, turn in the paper, potentially do a second job if everyone is willing?" He questioned to confirm what they would be doing. The group honestly hadn't even decided to be a party, they just did one job together.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The Lizard Fighter was calm as he kept circling the female boar. From his stance, and with his strength, he could literally go in any direction including up. He took note she was being cautious now because of the flames in his off-hand. Good, that'd make her steer a little awkwardly instead of just mindlessly charging him. She'd run out of energy before him if she kept stomping, squealing, and charging. A tired prey was easy prey.

But a tiny, more shrill, squeal rung out and got the mothers attention pretty much instantly. She abandoned the fight immediately and began to rub and lead the piglet back to the forest. Snorting the Fighter stood up fully as he sheathed his blade. An escaped meal, ah well. The male caught up to the pair and watched the group warily, backing up to the woods. Such strange behavior from a boar. Maybe they were magical? Doubtful but still possible.

The Druid came over to him, seeming to be winded from whatever she had been doing. "I've fought boars before. Not that size though, so no I didn't get hit. Wild straight line charges are easy to avoid." He stated before turning his attention to her fully. "Why were you so bent on us not killing them?" He questioned, he wasn't angry about the womans desire. But she should remember they had to pay for food, those boars could have fed the group for a good week if the meat was preserved properly.

Stretching his arms above his head he looked back at the palisade while Druid Girl called over Archer Girl. Just wanting to make sure she wasn't hurt obviously. The guard also spoke up, making the Fighter stiffen slightly. Snorting he tossed the torch into the fire before going back to the ditch. He hadn't ridden a boar so he was still pretty fresh. He silently went back to the job, tossing the corpses of animals and the rare goblin up out of the man-made mini-ravine.

It felt easier doing it this way instead of each party member grabbing one or two animals, going up the steep side, dropping it in the fire, and then going down to do it again. Have a strong one down in the ditch to launch the light and heavy corpses and the others up top could haul them to the fires.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter kept circling the overgrown sow as she shook her head. Seemingly not caring that he had purposefully flung dirt and sand at its eyes to blind it. Well physically she didn't react, but he could see some sort of insult in its eyes. Stupid boars, to big and smart for their own good some times. He readied himself as she squealed and reared up before the guards voice rang out to use something. A flick of his eyes and he saw the burning branch, which got that long tail to scoop it up before it dropped into his free hand.

Wild animals weren't keen with fire. It was the brightness and the heat that scared them, nevermind the pain of getting toasted. But it was day time, so no brightness. Holding the burning branch out he kept it between himself and the female boar. A twitch and he shifted it so the flames roared a bit and sent a wave of heat at the enlarged porkchop. Another voice range out as he leaped to the side, avoiding the boars charge at the last second, assuming the fire hadn't made it change direction. The druid had freed the piglet that had caused this whole damn mess.

Slowly he began to back away, keeping his blade up at the ready and the rather large torch between himself and the pigs. "A winged spear would be too circumstantial to keep around, but it would have been handy here. Maybe next time just silence the young?" He called out, some grumpiness lacing his tone while he kept those vigilant eyes on his opponent. Making sure she wouldn't charge again.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura cut his gaze over to Zieglar when he laughed and explained some things about defenses. "I've always figured a good defense makes a great offense. Learn to deal with pain, and how much you can handle, before going and taking the offense. Nevermind the fact watching a tired opponent try to defend is rather amusing." He stated before bracing himself. He watched Trent's stance. "It's how I've survived so far. Big defense, counter attacks, and then sheer brute force." He continued as he shifted the 'shield' to take the full force.

Sure he could have angled it to make it so his fist would slide away, but that would defeat the purpose of taking a blow he asked for. Trent proceeded to apologize if things hurt too much for the amorphous slime. "Never apologize for a requested strike, kid." Asura said before the punch hit. It was a good hit, solid, but a little lackluster. Exactly how he wanted it. Apparently he didn't weigh a whole hell of a lot so he went tumbling. Stopping he 'sat up' and let the shield return to the fake looking hand. "Good hit, maybe if we live through the dungeon I'll get better defenses." The slime stated before melting into his puddle form, no point wasting stamina.

Now onto the nitty gritty. Zieglar began to explain about the Undead Dungeon and why they were so dangerous. Fighting the same monster numerous times seemed like a pain in the ass, but the freshly dead probably had pisspoor wills due to confusion. Then again anger tended to flood things out so who knew. "First, how does one even combat a spirit without magic? Second, there's no healing herbs within the cave anymore and Ardur is our only healer...do you know of an herb gathering spot?" Asura explained and then asked, having no way to heal except the spellcaster wasn't in the best interest.

System, inventory check. He thought, it had been a long damn time since he checked his inventory. Aside from what the system said when he played with some bones and stones.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter blinked once when the male boar was stolen away by the Steppe Archer. It was going to be a slow game of cat and mouse, every time the boar would pass he'd have added another cut. But that was changed when the girl decided 'Imma ride the piggy!'. Sighing he watched the pair for a moment before the mother board let out a threatening squeal and charged at him. That garnered his attention quick, but he wasn't in a good position to slash since his original target had been the male. Couldn't have grabbed the female? He thought grumpily.

When the female neared he shoved himself to the side, avoiding her tusks but splashing dirt and sand into one of her eyes as he went. They were pretty damn large but they were still just boars and had predictable attack patterns. Just avoid the tusks and you were good, their kicking was pretty subpar if they ever even did kick. He kept his eyes on the female, waiting for her to turn or to focus on clearing her eye, before he'd move again. Although hearing Druid Girl yell in the ditch almost made him turn.

What the hell was that girl doing? And why was she so bent on the boars not dying? Whatever, he rolled his wrist making the joint crackle, before starting to slowly move, circling the female boar like the predator he was.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

Julius finally grew tired of the robots. They weren't showing anything new, just blindly charging at him now. Their thrusts were dodged easily, either by slight body movements or just 'falling' into the shadows. They had kept up with his base speed, but he was moving faster now. His body literally blurring and they looked like they were moving in slow motion. His shadow had been covering him this entire time, but now he was actually using it, amplifying his move speed, his strength, his reflexes were already supernatural when it came to melee combat.

Another thrust came and he flicked it to the side, bending the spear before grabbing the robots arm. A pulse of power and he tore it right off. The other Gardna were thrown back by a wall of shadow as he took on the 'captain' of their team. Tossing the limb aside he tilted his head slightly. "You have good information on some of us it feels. But my imagination is my limit. You can't win." He said to the puppeteer as his body blurred again. Dents appeared all over the front of the robot, its joints bent the wrong way as he moved. Dismantling it in a rather brutal fashion.

He reappeared behind the Gardna with his arms stretching above his head. He was one of the most physically capable of the Promised Children, being in the process of becoming a master of all things medieval weapon and sufficient in hand to hand. The Gardna barely registered as a threat in a melee confrontation, he had just been testing to see what they could do. They were like poorly programmed puppets. The wall separating him and the other three Gardna vanished without a trace as he just waited for them to come to him as they blindly would.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter paused briefly and glared back at the guard. "If we live through this I'm kicking your ass for being about as helpful as a pile of dung." He growled out before crouching down. A single hand bracing his upper body while his legs splayed and his toe-claws dug into the ground. His other arm, the one with the blade, was held out straight away from him to the side. "Archer, aim for the hind legs on a male. Males have a tough shoulder, chest, and neck from a strange bone-like substance." He said as he bared his teeth at the male boar.

His fangs didn't have anything on those tusks, but the tusks were its only true weapon. Avoid them and it'd go down like any other hog. Only bigger with tougher meat. Druid gave a few suggestions, mainly keep it busy, So he inhaled, his chest visibly expanding, before he released the breath in a long and loud roar. Unsurprisingly beast-like given what he was and the obvious sound of an apex predator to a boar. When his roar ended he bared his teeth once more, His strong fingers dug into the dirt a little, ready to scoop a handful up to splash in the boars eyes if it charged him. That long muscular tail behind him thumped powerfully on the ground as he waited to see what the male boar would do.

He knew he could lift it up with relative ease, but a struggling animal was always a pain to try and keep a hold of. Especially when they had tusks flailing around. Him without some good chainmail...

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter didn't relish wasting so much meat. But so many of these corpses were rotten and he doubted the guard, who wasn't looking at him, would like a growing pile of nearly rotten meat near him. Humans, such a wasteful race for the most part. Sliding down into the palisade ditch he reached down and grabbed a pair of entangled bucks and launched them out of the dry moat and onto flat land. One had probably died from fight wounds, the other from dehydration and starvation. It probably came to this location in hopes of getting a drink, but this soil was dry. It probably soaked water up like no ones business.

Instead of going up he began to just muck about. Tossing the corpses up and out of the ditch rapid fire. Squirrels, raccoons, opossum, rabbits, rodents, why was there a bird?!, and occasional deer. The other two could toss them on the pyre, that was the easy part really. It was getting a corpse up over the crest of the hill that was the difficult part. Well...if you didn't have his strength. His people had a little practice for when they became adult age and it had to do with heavy stones.

The mindless work made him hyper aware of his surroundings, his ears twitched when Druid called out for help followed by the sound of Archer telling her to do something with a piglet. This was supposed to be a mindless money making mission... He thought with a sigh before clambering out of the ditch to see two boars. A male and female. Looking over at the guard. "If it's available mind going to get some boar spears?!" He called over as he unsheathed that beast of a blade from the small of his back.

"Back to the edge of the ditch. If they charge wait until they get close then dive out of the way." Fighter said as he approached from the side. That gunmetal gray blade held out. The boars could smell the blood from the old weapon. It was permanently stained with the stench despite how it was cleaned. The scent in an animals mind would make him a rather huge threat. Nevermind being covered in blood and gore from dead and rotting creatures.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura pulled his 'hand' back before crossing his 'arms' across his chest. "Honestly I think the goblin raid was in response to getting attacked first. I heard a little yelling about striking early or something away from the goblin site...I guess when Rattleskull wasn't there so they felt they couldn't hold their spot?" He said, trying to think of everything that happened. It was hard to recall because he hadn't paid much attention mostly because he hadn't given a fuck.

At the mention of a core Asura lit up slightly. "Ardur you mentioned a core, did that dumbass actually interact with it? Or even find the damned thing? I didn't explore much of the cave." Asura questioned while 'looking' off towards Ardur. But he kept his real attention on Zieglar. "I do know he went a magical route versus my physical. Which is why I kicked his ass despite him somehow sending a couple more monsters after me. But the Dungeon started forming...pretty much right after Rattleskulls death. So maybe a core had been found and needed a 'strong death'?" The slime speculated before shrugging.

Zieglar revealed what was to the south, a savannah leading into a desert judging by the names. Oh boy, that heart sacrifice was going to be an ass biter here. But Zieglar decided to send his apprentice with the group. Making those fake red eyes blink, a truly human reaction of going 'huh?'. "That's some real trust in his capabilities...and in us I guess. But yeah I'd like to get rid of the Dungeon quickly, so I guess this is a lil group effort between worlds." Asura said, shrugging again. He was sure the knight had some way of monitoring the boy, or maybe the kid was a Hero and now they knew where a super sword is. Who knew, they'd simply have to trust the pair to not slaughter them.

Grinning in a rather strange fashion Asura turned towards Trent. "Got a request for ya, kid. Can you punch me? Not full strength, I know full well at this point that equipment boosts strengths." He said as his right hand took the shape of a Heater Shield. He concentrated on defending, even trying to compress his body which darkened the shield some. Maybe a punch from the kid would give his Harder a boost and grant him Defender?