Kazemitsu

The Devil Hunter Agency

That grin grew on the giants face when Beniha gave that disinterested sigh and replied to his greeting. [color=light blue]"What? Don't like the dulcet tones of my humming?"[/color] He teased. He was trying to be friendly, build a camaraderie with the woman who seemed bored of existence in general. Or maybe that sigh was directed more to the wisps of power that escaped him despite trying to lock it all down? Meh he'd poke her about it later.

The rumbling and putter of an engine announce Da-Xia's arrival, with a ghost in tow it seemed. Her first sentence got a brief laugh. "Motorcycles aren't exactly...stealthy..." He rumbled down to her, clearly amused. Then she went on to say that the black rocks were actually a seed, or egg. Sounded more like am embryo to him but either way that spelt bad news. Especially when she mentioned it was most likely hostile towards the DHA cuz of the fire. Shit.

Her last exclamation was joined by the female ghost...being a goof. Well being dead could build eccentricities...possibly? He had never died so he didn't know obviously. As they moved along at a rather sedate pace a buzzing overrode the putter of the motorcycle. Giant insectoid demons were drawing in and Beniha gave them their orders.

"Ah, it's been ages since I got to slap some bugs!" Kaze exclaimed merrily. Some of the insects sped towards him, a nice big one leading the swarm charge. The big man shucked his coat, it was expensive and he didn't want to get guts on it, before he lunged towards the buts. The leading ones scythe-like fore-limbs drew back to cut into him before a loud crack rung out. True to his word he had literally slapped the demon, and the carapace covered head was gone in a spray of green and yellow. The limbs blew past him and then the abdomen trailing its blood in gooey splatters.

Beniha had said to take care of the ones closest and he wasn't seeing anyone else nearby on this cold morning but he still kept his ears open for screams. Did the feather lady even know he was not a speedster anyway? Eh he'd think later, it was splat time now. Another one buzzed in but it actually got a chance to swipe at him. But his eyes weren't normal anymore, they were a deep and vicious crimson, and his hand snapped up and caught the swinging claw. It stopped dead before he turned, dragging the flying bug through the air, to impact with another oncoming one in a cacophony of buzzes, crunches, squelches, and insectoid squealing. As laid back as he seemed he was clearly good at causing much violence, and utterly slaughtering what came at him given that initial bitch slap to end all bitch slaps had made goo of the first bug.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red watched the smith as he procured two shields. A low quality one and a high quality one ordered by a noble. The price made him shake his head. "Don't have five silver currently, so I'll take the other one." He said before picking it up and checking its weight. Honestly it didn't weigh much to him, barely registered, but he pictured one of the girls with it and his mouth quirked up just a bit. They'd probably struggle because lifting a shield wasn't just your bicep, it used muscles not commonly worked with when you were a magic user or an archer.

Still they shouldn't need a shield, that was his job after all. They just needed to know how to dodge and avoid things. Still with the shield on the hook of his back he plonked down the necessary amount of copper. Archer Girl was restocking on arrows...possibly. The ones revealed weren't uniform, different wood, different feathers, slightly different heads. As long as it flew and hit did it matter about appearances? Shrugging mentally he moved off to the side to wait on the ladies.

Druid Girl piped up and bought a set of bracers, studded leather ones. A good start to wearing armor, and it left her hands open to actually grab things. How did humans pick things up with leather gloves on? Meh, she bought them and wore them, and mentioned a bank to exchange the surplus copper coins for silver ones. It was an idea, who needed all those coins jangling in your purse drawing attention of would be thieves or envious eyes. "If you want, assuming we don't have any more shopping to do." He rumbled out, maybe the Guild Job Board had some new jobs too?

Bronze Castle's Spikes

Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be.

Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines.

The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm.

That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big red simply watched the conversation happening between the Archer and the Smith. Both girls had way more charisma than himself. Archer was small, cute, and fluffy. Druid girl was nice, cute, and apparently her chest was something the human males desired. A price was given for the scrap, and another was given for the quality goods. Which...probably came from this very shop. The knives and sword were too shiny and new despite the goblins short treatment of them.

All of this despite the bean-poles negative input. Did the boy think metal just grew on trees? It came from old metal, ores, ingots which came from ores. Just because something was rusty didn't mean you couldn't get it off. Or melt it down to make something better. Thankfully the smith sent the youth into the back of the shop. They were also offered a discount due to his sons attitude issues.

When asked his opinion on the matter he just shrugged. "It's rude to turn down gifts." He replied while turning his attention to the items of the shop. Blades, bludgeons, axes, armors, shields, a lot of options. Druid Girl seemed like she wanted to turn down the offer, but the blacksmith talked her into it. Repeat customers were always good for a business. Better than one and dones, although the big red reptile guessed the porcelains either moved towns or died in the field...or sewer.

He didn't necessarily need anything. But learning experiences from their previous job made him eye the shields more. A larger shield for better projectile protection would be handy and maybe one of the girls could use the buckler. It was barely two pounds of weight and it strapped onto the arm instead of needing to be held. "How much for a kite shield?" He questioned while eying the wooden almond shaped piece of equipment. He could carry a lot of weight, even if he didn't use it all the time he could keep it on his person.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Karn snorted quietly at the suggestion of finding 'fun things' at the shore-line. Sometimes barrels and crates washed in but it was never anything really worthwhile. The good stuff was mostly heavy so those probably sank wherever a ship went down. He had seen very few of these strange water vessels in his time, but deep water did not belong to the land dwellers. It belonged to nature and the mysterious, yet deadly, creatures that lurked in the dark depths.

"Fine, it'll also let us check for intruders." He rumbled out as he pushed himself up to his feet. Compared to Root Karn was a monstrous titan of scale and muscle. His cleaver was flicked up and resting on his shoulder as the pair moved to the shore. The lingering lizard tribe eyed him warily, scooting away from the behemoth as he walked with muffled steps. He was still new to the area, he hadn't really earned their trust yet and that was fine with him. They hadn't earned his respect yet so things were fairly mutual.

Root made a pit-stop though to take care of some plants, which got him to eye the tiny reptilian being. Farming was a completely foreign idea to Karn and it wasn't particularly interesting. He was a warrior through and through. There was a splashing though, something small and quick. His head jerked in that direction, his finned ears flaring out to catch the sounds of tiny footsteps. A low growl came from him before his neck changed colors to a deep crimson. A hissing sound, his chest visibly expanded briefly, before a low thoom rumbled from his body. A reptilian bellow warning intruders to leave, and informing other lizard-folk he was bigger and badder than them. It was mostly used during mating season but he used the bellow as a 'fuck off' or 'gather around' call.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

I understand that quite a bit currently x.x

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Well den pay attention! :p

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

How so?

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Aye, figured I'd ask :3 Thinkin of making a type of reptilian call in next post for giggles. (Like an alligators bellow)

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@Moonshadow
Is Lilry part of the lizardman tribe Karn and Root are a part of?