Kazemitsu

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But what is C.L makes....a big titty police girl to replace big titty elf lady?

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I already Leeroyed on the evil cleric though o3o

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The reptilian man shrugged those beefy shoulders before he tugged his studded club from its place at his belt. The Archer mentioned that she didn't want to see his junk, which just got a grin from the behemoth. Druid Girls face was still pretty red but she seemed to be calming herself down now that she was in the wagon and settled in.

During his travels to Pallisade Town he had heard of bandits. But he never encountered them, mostly because he didn't stick to the roads very much. Humans gravitated or made their own civilizations or roads and kind of stuck to them despite some of claiming to just want freedom or some shit. They had freedom but then they decided to get stupid and steal to go do stuff in the areas they ran away from in the first place!

The Farmer mentioned rumors about rogue adventurer's, which earned him a raised eye-ridge from the back. He picked up his pace some and began circling around to the front of the slow moving wagon. "Don't trust every rumor you hear. I can only imagine a really down on his luck, or shitty, adventurer going rogue. He rumbled out while he watched the nearby tree-lines. He was just ahead and to the left of the plodding old mare.

Then came the subject of goblins. They were bold enough to steal, but not bold enough to confront the Farmer. It seemed three were poking the nest, but if it was just three they'd be more discrete. "We'll be going after them once you're escorted home." The Fighter stated as he kept what looked like a lazy pace. Those long legs easily keeping him ahead of the tired old hoss.

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

The System told him it was a Zomblin. A zombie goblin, and aside from intelligence going down and endurance going up it hadn't changed from its living self. Tucking away that information he kept speeding along the ground until he got attacked. The wisps were launching magic at him, one of which struck the stones of his make-shift shield. He flowed around the other one that was shot ahead of him, his body splitting around it as he flowed like a small river. The magical ball impacting the ground uselessly.

The others had to move faster to keep up with him, they honestly didn't need to rush after him. But Trent handling the fanged lizard about to spit at him was appreciated, and largely ignored for now. The stones took literal chunks from the zombie goblins side before it grabbed his Shell and pulled him away somehow before slamming him to the ground. The skull took most of the impact though, not that a body slam really would have hurt too much.

Still the wisps fired at him again, so he pulled the off-balance goblin thrusting a javelin at him down. Forcing it to take the magical shots in its back. The short throwing spear did hit him, but the damage wasn't too bad. He had good defenses, but his Poison Resistance wasn't active yet. So that burned a bit like the necro-slimes acid.

One of his pseudopods extended, straightened, and turned into a pointed spike. "Skewer!" He ground out, shoving the spike up through the zomblins jaw to go through the roof of his mouth to get to its brain.

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Kaze isn't angry yet, he's agitated. He hasn't Raged in the whoooole fight :p

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Kaze stomped his foot to stop himself from continuing after the old man. He had felt him go with the powerful hits, you didn't chase someone who reacted that fast. It meant the elder was stronger, or had better reflexes, than the lizardman. "Okay, everyone stop screwing around with the zombies and help me with this fuck." He called out, the zombies were slow and obvious and honestly they just didn't have the feel of a threat. Honestly he had figured the paladin elf would be more...holy than lightning.

As the cleric recovered from being flung back, those fancy flips did not suit that armor at all, Kaze shifted his stance. His arms came up as his knees went over his toes. One foot moved back, giving him what could possibly be perfect balance. He was in his Defensive Stance while he watched the old man rant, rave, and seethe about what had just happened. Then he was called names again, strangely he was called a frog. Frogs weren't reptiles, what was this geezer smoking?

But while Kaze stood there, waiting for the guy to rush him again, he instead started chanting. Ah fuck, more magic. Suddenly his vision was completely wiped. All was black, but he could still hear and smell what was going on around him. "Yeah, you lot need to hurry up. I can't see shit now and my blind fighting isn't nearly as good as my able to see fighting!" He exclaimed as he tucked his arms in close, covering his vitals further. As strong as the anti-cleric was swords weren't meant to cut through armor with ease. So Kaze was banking on more thrusts, probably aimed to the face and the front of his torso.

The bestial man couldn't think of any more of his abilities that could fit this situation. He was already as buffed defensively as he possibly could. Of course only a couple related to magic so he'd need to work on that in the future. Assuming he had one at this point.

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@Crusader Lord Don't get that old mans hopes up! He's already got a murder boner he doesn't need a raging one!

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@Crusader Lord Could be raining something else... :p

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Kaze's eyes narrowed when his sword, strength, and the electricity just caused slight cracks in the dual swords. They were either purely magical or they were heavily enchanted blades to be able to withstand just the heft of his giant blade. Nevermind the fact the old man didn't even get knocked back by the strength of the blow. Those blades moved his own to the side before they were brought down on his face, which he moved with the blow to minimize the damage inflicted. Shallow cuts that he shook off.

Growling he stepped back as the geezer got distracted. Yes he could have just blindly struck, but that armor and those swords weren't natural. So it was time to prepare further. his sword was slung over his shoulder to rest in its specialized sheathe. Slamming his fists together he started to glow with a soft light. "Invulnerable Body. Pace of Wind. Flow Acceleration." He growled out, that white light sinking into his body before he took on a deep purple glow. He'd have to thank the new comer for distracting the elder. These skills needed good concentration to pull off and weren't easy to do in the middle of a fight.

The other two could play with the archer and new zombies, Kaze's target was the anti-cleric. Was he a necromancer? Meh it didn't matter. Moving into a stance with one hand leading, the other held back in a loose fist at his waist he watched. The man was focused back on the reptilian man and just went buck wild. But strangely Kaze kept up, that one hand swatting the flat of the blades, knocking them away and making the old man over-extend repeatedly. The thick metal of his gauntlet barely getting scratches from those strange weapons.

When the older man rushed in again is when Kaze went on the offensive. He batted aside the blades once more and stepped into the geezers dead zone, the area where the weapons were completely useless. His knee came up to strike the mans midsection. Twisting his foot planted itself and he twisted into a corkscrew punch that was aimed to take off the insane mans arm by destroying his upper pectoral/shoulder. As that fist retracted his footwork shifted, the other one now leading so he could add torque to the oncoming haymaker for the old mans face. Kaze was Comboing Blows at a speed his size and build honestly shouldn't have, but monk skills allowed him to get to.

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

Asura ignored the brief flare of light overhead as he slithered along the ground. The only thing going in a constant direction was his pseudopod still holding his torch. But the light revealed enemies, two in front with more flying over. The wisps could be ignored, them and their attacks were obvious and easy to dodge. Two to three shots and they killed themselves, which would save the group the trouble of trying to hit high above targets.

With the vision he had he picked up his pace, moving as fast as he physically could to get to his enemies. He didn't get far before the zombie goblin, only something undead would have such features, lobbed another javalin with a spear thrower. How'd he know it was a spear-thrower? He liked medieval stuff and had seen people make them in primitive technology youtube videos. Unfortunately for the undead goblin all Asura did was part around the javalin as it struck the ground. He closed around it as he moved, pulling it up but avoiding the poison on its tip.

As he neared the flare died down, but his torch kept them barely alight. His pace increased, lighting them up more as he tore nearer. He tried to Analyze the undead goblin and its "armor". Finally he got to the pair and simply swarmed over the undead one. His body just slid between the cracks of the shoddy armor and he started trying to burrow into the zombie goblin by aside and using the stones held within to grind and pulp any flesh they could get to.