Ardere nodded, gritting his teeth at the thought of the wolf emblem he recognized earlier. He did not mean to make a bad impression, but it was evident neither mage intended on the events occurring here today. It seemed that Raven had decided his exam, and he was perfectly fine with it.
Aye aye. The bandit group that raised him was disbanded, which meant that this was either a remnant group or a copycat group. Neither thought was pleasant, but it didn't matter which was the truth, for he would deal with it accordingly. As they traveled deeper into the ruins, he tried to keep himself calm of mind. The unfortunate thing, was he kept hearing voices. They were unclear, but it seemed to be things like "Stop them!" and "Help!". Unsure of where the source of these voices was, he shook it off. Keeping his composure, the man clutched his sword tightly. Hearing more voices, he could discern that these were bandit voices. It seemed they were in a bit of a long alley way, a bit more wide than one found in a city though. Focusing his senses on where the voices came from, it was a bit less foggy than before.
Spotting four men, he slid in front of Raven. Two of the men wielded dual knives, while the others held swords, scimitars to be exact. They were all wearing thin leather armor, with cloaks that bore the wolf insignia. None of the men were people he recognized, so this had to be a copy cat group.
Tch. It was not often that he found himself angry, from what everyone in the guild knew, he was a calm and reserved guy which was generally the case. Something about seeing the insignia again made him irritated, it was uncanny. However there was no time to think, as the men were now charging him. Charging them back, it looked as if he was going to fight with his sword, but he was a god slayer after all. Lifting his hands up as he transferred black fiery energy into the ground, a wave of thick black flames erupted from the ground beneath the men. Lifting it up, and pushing it forward, the two men were taken out. Leaping over to the wall, he performed a sideways run across it, as he kicked himself off. Landing in front of the swordsmen, he slid under two blades slashes. Laying his own blade into the chest of one of the men, he ducked under another slash as he would sweep that man's legs out from under him. The first was was knocked out from the hit to the chest, and now the second one was on his butt. Kicking the man on the head, he was knocked out instantly. Bits of the ground were still hot, and it would be notable that bits of the stone withered away rather than just being scorched. God Slayer flames were dangerous after all.
As they journeyed deeper into the ruins, the voices began to get louder. Louder and louder, he winced a bit. Then, they stopped. There was no fog as they arrived at what seemed to be a temple.
Ladies first. Allowing Raven to enter, if she did not decline. If she did, he would continue into the temple. Hearing more voices, he could also tell they were bandits.
The boss is gonna love this, the ability to summon a demon? This tablet has to go for millions on the market! Ardere cracked his shoulder, entering the temple. There was a large room at the end of the long hall, and the voices seemed to be coming from there. Stepping into the large room, his sword still in hand, he noticed a group of eight bandits around a small stone tablet. This tablet was in the center of the room, on a pedestal. The massive room contained many pillars, and runic markings covered the floors.
Good evening. Pulling up his sword, the fire king watched as all of the men turned to him. None of them he recognized, luckily. He felt relived, but then the man closest to the tablet finished turning around. Freezing for a moment, he recognized the man as the second in command of the bandits that raised him.
Ardere? Recognizing the flaming scar on his face from the fire magic, flash backs of beating beaten as a child came flooding back. Gritting his teeth, he kicked it into overdrive so to speak.
Roman. Charging the man in the center, three bandits jumped out in front of him. Drawing his fist back, he slammed his forwards, encasing his body in thick black flames. Launching forward like a rocket, he smashed through the men with his Flame God's Crash. Unfortunately the other men, and their senior member had rolled out of the way in time. The two bandits were taken out, but the senior member stood back up ready to fight. He was a man in his 40's, with some facial hair and long black hair that was kept in a pony tail. It was obvious this man was also from Midi, wielding a katana as well. The remaining men went to jump at the fire mage, but he activated his most powerful ability, and most commonly used. Red flames encased the majestic blade, forming what he liked to call a Sword of Kings. A massive flame blade five meters long formed across the blade, swinging the blade around in a circle he took out all of the men at once. Unfortunately, one of the men had a cross bow, and a bolt went through Ardere's leg. Almost falling over, he snapped the bolt in two. Attempting to finish taking the bolt out of his leg, Roman slammed his hand around the throat of the god slayer.
Being slammed into the pillar, the Sabertooth mage felt pain through his back, as a small dent was made in the pillar.
I'll get you for this scar! Staring the man in the face, the fire king did not seem afraid or frozen this time, even as a punch hit his ribs. Instead his black god slayer aura began to form, as he slammed a punch into the man's sides. Roman coughed heavily, as his grip lightened up. Taking this opportunity, the brown haired mage used his martial arts skills two sweep both of his arms in an outward motion, and break the grip completely. His sword on the ground feet away, he resorted to his fists. Unfortunately for the bandit, he had been training for years since they last met. Dishing out a punch to the solar plexis, he saw blood coughed up. Then, ducking under a counter punch, he layed out one final punch to the man's jaw, knocking him out. Breathing heavily, he could feel a broken rib. Struggling to stand, he sucked in the flames from all of the torches. Then stomped his foot, to create flames within the runic symbols for light. Panting a bit, he picked up his sword. Cracking his neck, the fire mage walked over to his guild master.
I'm sorry I got so wild. That man was one of the people who kidnapped me from my family as a child, and burnt my village to the ground. I don't like talking about it, but you deserved to know. He used to beat me every day, they tried to get me to be a bandit like them, but I couldn't. I'm a mage of Sabertooth now, and I'll do whatever it takes to gain your respect. I'm not gonna let anyone put me down, especially men like that. Standing there in front of his guild master, injured, but full of vigor. Stabbing his sword into the ground to keep himself up, he was serious about what he said. Extending his hand a bit, he smiled, a little bit of blood running down his cheek.
So, let's be friends as well.Mp: 95% (Flames eaten)
- Spell and Sword:
- Clarent:
Name: Flame God's Crashing Wave
Rank: C
Type: Fire/Offensive
Duration: Instant
Cooldown: 3 posts
Description: Ardere lifts his hand or hands upwards, causing flames to lift up from the earth at 20 m/s. The wave is 20 meters in length, 5 meters wide, and 5 meters tall. If a target is hit, they will receive stronger minor burns and be knocked back up to 5 meters.
Strengths:
Strong to metal, ice, and nature magic.
Good at close or long range.
Has knock back of 5 m.
Weaknesses:
Weak to water and earth magic.
Only fired in one direction.
Flames only last the post used.
Flames limited range.
Name: Flame God's Crash
Rank: Ranks with user (Currently C)
Type: Fire/Offensive
Duration: Instant
Cooldown: 3 posts
Description: The user punches, propelling himself with flames that surround his body at 20 m/s. These flames surround his body in a 3 meter radius outwards from his body, and leave a stream (20 m long) behind his body. If hit by the punch, minor burns and bruising will occur, as well as a knockback of 5m. If hit by the stream, only minor burns will occur. The stream only lasts the one post. (He is basically the front of a flaming cylinder to punch his opponent with)
Strengths:
Strong to metal, ice, and nature magic.
Leaves a stream.
Has knock back of 5 m.
Weaknesses:
Weak to water and earth magic.
Only fired in one direction.
Stream only lasts the post used.
Flames limited range.
Name: Sword of Kings
Rank: C (User's rank up to S)
Duration: 4 posts
Cooldown: 5 posts
Description: The user engulfs the blade and flames, and these flames form a much larger blade around the current blade. This blade of flames is 5 m long and 1 m wide. The weight of the sword does not change, so the user can swing it like normal. This sword gives stronger minor burns. (Basically an extension of the blade in flame form)
Strengths:
Strong to metal, ice, and nature magic.
Good at a range
Does not change weight
Weaknesses:
Weak to water and earth magic.
Can easily hit allies or buildings.
User must be holding the blade.
Makes user stick out, very hard to hide.