Labyrinth; level 2 - Town of beginnings | Floor 1The newcomer grinned slightly, still as nonplussed as ever causing Namora to wonder if he was more than a little loopy in the head. Either that or he had nerves of steel, bordering on AI level. The first one seemed more likely in her opinion.
"In fact, I do. Losing your rationality during a battle is the worst possible thing one could do - it not only clouds your judgement, but it renders you unable to think sensibly as well. Attempting to do that against a boss - or even a sub-boss would be like depriving yourself of oxygen." He replied in his infuriatingly charming tone.
Does this guy not get what sarcasm is? The raven haired girl wondered as she ignored his latest comment and pressed on with her attacks. Loopy and oblivious to sarcasm or not, the extra support he provided against the Primg helped immensely.
"Now then. Let's take things seriously, shall we?" The swordsman added after taking a drink from a potion vial.
"Take things seriously? What did you think we were doing, waltzing with a monstrous insect the size of a truck? And Saul just happened to trip onto its stinger?" Namora muttered in disgust. She had half a mind to whack the guy on the head. Preferrably with something quite heavy. The girl's temper flared at his words and she felt herself gritting her teeth. Sadly, whacking the newcomer on the head would not be the most productive thing to do at the moment no matter how satisfying it might've been. Channeling her anger into a flurry of strikes, Namora pressed on with the attack. It was easier and gave her enough breathing room now that she had someone at her side.
Just then, Primg let out a bestial roar - this one noticeably different from its previous higher pitched ones. Though she did not speak overly-large-spider-language, she knew it was nothing good when the creature let out its equivalent of a battle cry. As if heeding the call, smaller spiders descended from the ceiling; their number increasing as the seconds ticked by.
"Namora, Douche, teleport out of here." Rig's determined voice rang out from behind them. Namora opened her mouth to say something - whether it was to protest or wish him luck, she did not know.
"NO ONE ELSE DIES HERE!!! NOW GO!!!" His voice cut off any reply she might've made and caused her to flinch. Tears were streaming down the usually stoic man's face. Grief and outrage had twisted his features into something unfamiliar.
"I.. Alright." She answered with a shaky nod, quickly sheathing her blade. Namora wasn't noble enough to stay behind and risk her own death when the logical option was to flee. Sure, Rigsaw was a good person and he certainly didn't desreve to die. She'd have taken him along with her if he would've budged. But it was his choice to make, not hers. Casting one last look at Rigsaw and flicking a glance at the newcomer, she closed her eyes and activated the teleport crystal.
• Teleport crystal - 2
• Health crystal - 2
• Potion - 7
• Antidote - 4
• Medicine crafting materials
• Message record crystal
• Poison flask – 2