The member 'Eliot Malpirg' has done the following action : Dice Rolls
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The ground right next to them exploded up as another tomato demon revealed itself, having hid longer than its brother. It snickered at the shocked looks on both Eliot and Teral's face. "Nothing like the surprised look on an idiot's face!" It screeched as it charged forward, barreling into the young wizard. The blow sent him rolling backwards, along with driving the air out of his lungs. "Eliot!" Teral yelled, reaching out for the boy. But the tomato had stopped short and doubled back, running itself into the crouching man and knocking him a few meters away as well. He grunted as his back slammed into the ground, pain shooting through his torso. "You may have beat my brothers but it's going to take a lot more to hurt me!" The tomato taunted, dancing in place at its seemingly victory. A wicked grin passed over its face as it eyed the older man, struggling to get to his feet. "How would you like a geyser of tomato juice in your face, geezer? I bet that'd put you in the ground for good." Eliot forced himself up, if only to look at the demon approaching his uncle. His breath, as limited as it was, caught in his throat as he saw the tomato creature bring its hands up, ready to squeeze the powerful juice into Teral's face. That wouldn't just hurt him; it could possibly kill him. The blood in his veins pumped harder, his heart beat louder and his lips parted to reveal his clenched teeth. |
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"Hey you bastard!" Eliot roared, forcing himself to his feet once more. Adrenaline was fueling itself through his veins, driving him into an angry frenzy at the thought of losing his uncle. The tomato demon stopped short, turning around slowly to look at the Dragon Slayer. "What did you call me, squirt?" It asked him, narrowing its eyes. It seemed that young wizard's words had struck a chord in it. Who knew calling a tomato demon a bastard would curdle its sauce? "You stay the hell away from him!" The Iron Dragon Slayer bellowed, charging forward. He unleashed a punch to the demon's face, his knuckles digging into the weak skin of the tomato. The demon flew backwards from the force of the punch, bouncing on the ground twice before it came to a rest. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" It screeched angrily, trying to get back up. But Eliot had leapt into the air above him, merely a shadow against the blanket of twilight. The only sign of his position was the pillar of iron that came soaring down from the the darkness, smashing into the top of the tomato demon's head and crunching it against ground. The teenager landed right on top of the demon, his fury forcing action. His left hand slithered down to pin the demon to the ground before his right, synthetic arm began thrusting forward in hard punches. He would make tomato juice out of this last demon if it was the last thing he did. |
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Eliot Malpirg had ended the curse on Beanstalk Village. He stood over the crushed corpse of the tomato demon, sauce leaking over the soil. His right fist was coated in the crimson liquid, sticking to the iron like glue. He was still breathing heavily but surprisingly he was more relaxed at the sight of the bodies strewn around him. Perhaps it made it easier that they looked like crushed vegetables rather than living, breathing beings. He let out a loud gust of air from his nostrils as he turned to look at Teral. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice steady. "Am I okay? Are you okay? That thing ran into you at full force." His uncle asked, moving into a kneeling position. "Fine." The Dragon Slayer responded, his attention flickering to the broken vegetables around them. There was still a lot of rage boiling inside of him and no output for him to unleash it on. He did his best to steady his emotions, worry bristling underneath his anger. He had never felt this level of fury before. Where had it come from? He would have thought about it further if the crops around him didn't catch his attentions. Slowly the thorny vines began to release the vegetables and dissipated into ethereal dust. And as soon as the grip on them was released, the crops expanded and regains their natural, wholesome color. He sniffed the air and, luckily, discovered it smelled much cleaner now. Even the beanstalk had returned to its natural color. "It looks like you did it." Teral said, moving to the boy's side. He looked down at him, slightly surprised by the worrisome look on Eliot's face. A quick clap on the shoulder brought his gaze to him. "Come, you look exhausted. Why don't you stay the night with me? We can catch up in the morning." Eliot didn't give him a verbal answer, choosing rather to nod and give him a soft smile. And then the two of them walked through the center of town. |
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The curse, in fact, had not been lifted by Eliot. But rather another being that now stood just outside of the town's limits. The dark of night covered him in complete shadow but he could see Eliot and Teral as clear as day. Light blue eyes narrowed as the Dragon Slayer and his uncle moved through the center of town, seemingly going to rest. He tugged his pearly white scarf tight around his neck and grinned ever so slightly. "Very interesting, Dragon Slayer." He uttered quietly, chuckling along with his words. He had watched the entire battle from afar, refusing to move from his spot. The boy was good but not good enough to spot him at this distance. Even if he had, he would see a shadow against a hay-bale and nothing more. It was the perfect spot to observe the test he had set up. It went just as planned. The boy was only beginning to harness his powers. Even with his limited offensive magic, he had held up against the plant demons fairly well. No doubt he would grow from this...even if it was only in fighting spirit. He pulled the brim of his white hat down to cover his face and turned away, his smile still painted across his face. As the man in white began to walk towards the countryside he began to hum a quaint little tune. It was gentle and melodic... But more haunting than anything else. |