Vincent had invited Rin with him to travel to Enca in service of a guild job before he was to leave with Elvira by the end of the week. On the way to the harbor town, though, the wizard encountered what appeared to be a farmer standing on the side of the road. Could he be a bandit? I can't think of any prominent farms within this distance of Hargeon town... he thought, cautiously continuing down the dirt path laid for travelers. "Hol' on there, traveler, ah have a proposition for ya!" The voice came from the farmer once Vincent got sufficiently close and was quite vague, causing his suspicion to grow as he slowed his walk to a stop and turned his head to the man. "Ah kin tell that you're one of those... what're they called agin? Geeld mages! You're a geeld mage! A strong one at that if my instincts are raht. So what do you say about humorin' an old farmhand with a lil'... test o' strength?" he said, a combination of flattery and humility being blended to get Vincent's guard down. He wasn't about to let compliments put him in a dangerous position, so he carefully responded. "A test of strength you say? What did you have in mind?"
"Well ahm glad that you asked. You see those rocks over there. We each take one and try to break are best to break em'. Whoever breaks their rock first is the winner!" As prompted, Vincent looked over to the side and sure enough there were two rocks ready for pummeling. Something seemed a bit... off though, to say the least. One of the rocks was much sturdier and appeared to be much more difficult to break than the other. "I presume you've already set your sights on the smaller rock? Don't you think that this isn't much of a fair test? That smaller rock is going to break much more quickly than the one you want me to take." "In't fayer? I take offense to that, geeld mage. I'm but a humble farmer, ah need to take the slightly smaller rock in order tuh even compete. Ah can always find someone else if yer afraid of a farmhand with a shovel." Some test of strength, I suppose. he thought, but kept it to himself. Vincent simply nodded to the happiness of the farmer. He was still suspicious, but he wouldn't let on in case this farmer really was a bandit. Secretly, the Crystal Swan wizard hoped that he would be ambushed so that he could take all of the offenders to the nearest Rune Knight outpost to face their sentence.
"Yipee, alright we'll go on the count of three. One... three!" he said, shovel already in hand. The farmer sprinted to the other side of the dirt road towards the smaller rock without even counting to two. Why am I not surprised that he would fight dirty? the wizard thought, dashing into a much faster sprint towards the rock. Vincent got to his rock about five seconds before the farmer who cursed the skies. "How about this, farmer, I'll make it even easier on you and only use my two fists to break this boulder. My strength alone should be more than enough for the task." The farmhand looked at him with wide eyes before beginning to laugh, hard. He almost dropped his shovel to the ground as the tears welled up in his eyes. "Mister, yer crazy if you think that you can break anything other than yer knuckles by punching that there stone, but be mah guest." While this verbal show of strength may have been seen as pure arrogance to an onlooker, Vincent's suspicions of the man never dwindled. He suspected that the boulder and the "test of strength" were a means to tire out an unsuspecting and arrogant traveler.
Once they lost to the farmer and tired themselves out with the rock either by using their magic or exercising their effort in some other way, the bandits would ambush the weakened fool and take what they wanted without hassle. It was a good strategy, if a little predictable. What kind of farm hand would just randomly challenge a stranger to a challenge. How could he think this wouldn't rouse suspicion? These were questions that the supposed farmhand next to him probably didn't consider which would eventually lead to his downfall. Before the farmhand could recover from his laughter, Vincent covered his fists in an invisible barrier of mana so that he could actually punch the rock without hurting himself; this magical barrier would be the only magic he used in this "test of strength." He began to punch the large rock in a crouched stance, punching it with his left hand, then his right, and then his left again. This process continued while the farm hand got his bearings and finally decided to start beating the smaller rock with the rusty iron shovel.
Sure enough, the large boulder began to crack while the smaller, brittle boulder was just beginning to have pieces of it knocked away. The farm hand heard the cracking of Vincent's rock and couldn't believe his eyes when a crack began forming at its center and proliferated outwards. The wizard's opponent began to frantically bash the much smaller rock with the flimsy shovel to try and catch up, but instead caused the metal spade portion of the shovel to go flying away from the two men. Right after this little mishap on the part of the farmhand, Vincent's boulder could no longer take the force of the blows and broke apart while the smaller, brittle rock remained intact. Dumbfounded, the farmer walked up to Vincent and outstretched his hand. "Well, even without any of yer fancy magic you still managed to best me. You truly are the stronger man. Aren't you tired after all that punchin'?" he asked, suspiciously concerned with Vincent's current stamina. "Oh yeah, I'm tired. I think I'll just sit down and rest until I've gotten my energy back." he said, grabbing the farmhand's hand shaking it once without letting go.
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"Well ahm glad that you asked. You see those rocks over there. We each take one and try to break are best to break em'. Whoever breaks their rock first is the winner!" As prompted, Vincent looked over to the side and sure enough there were two rocks ready for pummeling. Something seemed a bit... off though, to say the least. One of the rocks was much sturdier and appeared to be much more difficult to break than the other. "I presume you've already set your sights on the smaller rock? Don't you think that this isn't much of a fair test? That smaller rock is going to break much more quickly than the one you want me to take." "In't fayer? I take offense to that, geeld mage. I'm but a humble farmer, ah need to take the slightly smaller rock in order tuh even compete. Ah can always find someone else if yer afraid of a farmhand with a shovel." Some test of strength, I suppose. he thought, but kept it to himself. Vincent simply nodded to the happiness of the farmer. He was still suspicious, but he wouldn't let on in case this farmer really was a bandit. Secretly, the Crystal Swan wizard hoped that he would be ambushed so that he could take all of the offenders to the nearest Rune Knight outpost to face their sentence.
"Yipee, alright we'll go on the count of three. One... three!" he said, shovel already in hand. The farmer sprinted to the other side of the dirt road towards the smaller rock without even counting to two. Why am I not surprised that he would fight dirty? the wizard thought, dashing into a much faster sprint towards the rock. Vincent got to his rock about five seconds before the farmer who cursed the skies. "How about this, farmer, I'll make it even easier on you and only use my two fists to break this boulder. My strength alone should be more than enough for the task." The farmhand looked at him with wide eyes before beginning to laugh, hard. He almost dropped his shovel to the ground as the tears welled up in his eyes. "Mister, yer crazy if you think that you can break anything other than yer knuckles by punching that there stone, but be mah guest." While this verbal show of strength may have been seen as pure arrogance to an onlooker, Vincent's suspicions of the man never dwindled. He suspected that the boulder and the "test of strength" were a means to tire out an unsuspecting and arrogant traveler.
Once they lost to the farmer and tired themselves out with the rock either by using their magic or exercising their effort in some other way, the bandits would ambush the weakened fool and take what they wanted without hassle. It was a good strategy, if a little predictable. What kind of farm hand would just randomly challenge a stranger to a challenge. How could he think this wouldn't rouse suspicion? These were questions that the supposed farmhand next to him probably didn't consider which would eventually lead to his downfall. Before the farmhand could recover from his laughter, Vincent covered his fists in an invisible barrier of mana so that he could actually punch the rock without hurting himself; this magical barrier would be the only magic he used in this "test of strength." He began to punch the large rock in a crouched stance, punching it with his left hand, then his right, and then his left again. This process continued while the farm hand got his bearings and finally decided to start beating the smaller rock with the rusty iron shovel.
Sure enough, the large boulder began to crack while the smaller, brittle boulder was just beginning to have pieces of it knocked away. The farm hand heard the cracking of Vincent's rock and couldn't believe his eyes when a crack began forming at its center and proliferated outwards. The wizard's opponent began to frantically bash the much smaller rock with the flimsy shovel to try and catch up, but instead caused the metal spade portion of the shovel to go flying away from the two men. Right after this little mishap on the part of the farmhand, Vincent's boulder could no longer take the force of the blows and broke apart while the smaller, brittle rock remained intact. Dumbfounded, the farmer walked up to Vincent and outstretched his hand. "Well, even without any of yer fancy magic you still managed to best me. You truly are the stronger man. Aren't you tired after all that punchin'?" he asked, suspiciously concerned with Vincent's current stamina. "Oh yeah, I'm tired. I think I'll just sit down and rest until I've gotten my energy back." he said, grabbing the farmhand's hand shaking it once without letting go.
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