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WhOs ThAt PoKayMun?
Maria continued through the woods with her traveling partner. Already, she knew the question that was held for her.
"Not to worry. I do not believe that they will be able to escape them, even if they went their fastest."
"And once the second arrives, there will be no saving them. Yes, those self-proclaimed slayer of dragons and executioner."
"All the more, the blade seems to be sated with you as of now." She shook off thought from earlier days.
Maria glanced at the katana-like sheathe on the Hunter's left hip. It was one of the weapons that were found in Cainhurst, of the circle who served their queen.
But it was much more of a burden to most. The weapon was rumored to be based off a katana from ages past. Most Cainhurst weapons wielded by the Queen's direct servants were able to feed from the essence of the host, allowing a new dueling outlook which involved the spraying of blood.
That was most of the Chikages that are in circulation.
This particular sword, was forged from an unknown metal that had been found in a once-volcanic location. The old sword was believed to be infused with the soul of a which of chaos & calamity, and like the Chikage, fed off the essence of the wielder. But this kind of enchancement resulted in the judgement of whoever dares to wield it.
If the blade is satisfied with the owner, she will allow death to extend from their hands.
If not, she will instead invade the mind with a host of chaotic images of suffering and deteriorate the mind into another victim.
In some cases from the past, weapons forged from the volcanic metal were recorded to whisper and crawl into the minds of hosts they find worthy and adequate, pulling the wielder into an alluring life of chaos.
So these weapons were labelled as curses and bringers of chaos.
"Come on, there are things we must do." Maria pulled from the Cursed Sword, and turned towards a direction in the woods.
"That old man needed something done." Whipping the Rakuyo, she imagined the blood would have splashed onto the dirt.
'The standard must really have fallen.'
Suspicious rustling came from a bush, and the Old Hunters readied themselves for whatever lurks in the forest.
"Come out."
Vale, the host of Beacon.
Inside a home in downtown, a screen displayed the Saturday morning special that every child is familiar with.
"Guess that Bokemon!"
The screen changed to feature a creature whose body was blacked out, revealing only the figure. A question mark was it's only detail.
Three children lied on the couch, scratching their heads at whomever it could be. They knew, like all the Bokemon, this had to be a dream or something.
"Who's that!?"
The three of them pointed at the screen, before it disappeared to turn into another commercial about becoming a Hunter. As the bright lights and flashy moves went past, the children forgot completely about the Bokemon.
Emerald Forest - Resting place for warriors past
Within a second, they found themselves in a tight situation. It was good to remove themselves from that botched ambush when their wounds were shallow. It was easy to tell who the victors would be had it continiued.
But they themselves are now the ones who are ambushed.
From nowhere, the color yellow had intercepted.
The spear weapon held such strength, that it unearthed the trees from the earth. Within half a minute, a clearing had been formed from their fleeing.
When a grand escape was attempted, they instead found their surroundings covered in a grey mist, so thick that it blocked their movement like it was a solid object.
WITE LITE BICTHES
The mist occurred whenever they would try to exit the clearing, they were physically restrained from passing through the grey fog. Leaving the only option after cornered to lash.
A bow formed of evil intent formed in a haze of embers. Beside the wielder, a pair of dangerous-looking firearms extended to display large blades.
And besides that, a dude bounced on his legs, a vented angriness was visible on his brows.
Their ambusher, apparently not dressed for the occasion, was twice as large as any human. The right, most common way to describe this, was simply:
'A larger human.'
The Lion Knight lowered form, placing a support on the grass, and spun the spear to the side.
Before they could formulate a proper plan, they were rushed by the plated armor. Armor like that of a knight from a fairy tale, it was gold and intricate if one were to look closely.
The blade of the spear smashed into the ground, causing a rupture in the earth. The Lion Knight jumped to the side with no effort, and thrust the spear forward into the smaller humans, utilising the support on the sides of the weapon.
Being the smart individuals they were, the three humans backed off from the range of the weapon. When the Lion Knight ended the thrust, he was assaulted with by a small kick. It held more power than one would initially believe.
INSERT MECHANIC: "HYPERARMOR"
The spear was lowered for only a moment.
After which it was stabbed upwards in a brilliant display, under the brilliant sunlight that kept the world a bright place.
As a part of a race of beings that were superior to humans, the Lion Knight could use the spear in ways that no human could. Strength far surpassing a normal human being, the spear thrust towards the clear, blue skies. Taking the kick-man with it.
The next thing that happened, were firearms being used, it formed sparks on the golden armor, which were of little power. There was little use in the arrows fired at him, which were deflected away with ease.
None were too happy about the ranged attacks having minimal effect, meaning that effective combat required melee range.
And this person was much too fast for her Arrow Blast ability. Such a thing would need much set-up, meaning a distraction was needed if she was to pull off the blast.
Before, it was like the life had been drained from Mercury, who looked like a lifeless corpse falling through the sky. But the effort moved his legs skyward, and fired a salvo.
Now with at least a shred of forward momentum, he held a satisfied grin on his face.
But the Lion Knight jumped away, with no signs of effort at all, other than the cloud the dirt had made.
The cloud was thick, giving time for an entirely different kind of spear to form. The weapon was lowered to the waist, where it brilliantly glowed, and sprouted a million little branches of white and yellow.
It was then thrust towards the dirt cloud, as if an enemy had been standing right in front. A beam of lightning speared out of the spear, where it bolted right towards the center of the cloud.
Lowering again, the Lion Knight charged right into the battle.
Just before the smoke enveloped the Lion Knight, an eruption of yellow lightning coated the area.
Charge!
The spear, along with it's wielder exited through the other side of the cloud, suspiciously lacking human presence.
But, even if they were to cast their illusions on it, the spear-knight was able to continue unaffected.
It was a little amusing, seeing the humans stand around looking, awaiting the answer to the question that was; did the mirage work?
Well, it did something, maybe not what they wanted, but something happened.
The ground beneath them darkened, as if the sun had become inverse, casting shadow on the land, or an eclipse had occured, caused by an entirely new celestial body.
Instead, it was another phenomena.
As the evil-doers put their eyes to the sky, they were met with a gold-plated figure.
If the Lion Knight was large, then this was a giant.
It fell rapidly from the blue morning sky.
And when it landed, a storm of dust was birthed.
Vale - The host of Beacon
The Saturday morning program was running again, and we return to the three children. They were enveloped by the animation, and just having a good time, sipping O.J lightly.
Until, the commercials would return.
"Name that Bokemon!"
In this instance, a kind of blob appeared on the screen, a question mark over it's form. Once again, the three children pointed towards the screen.
"I know!"
They repeated the same thing until it made up fifty percent of their speech within the last ten minutes.
The screen quickly changed to an advertisement about an upcoming sports tournament, featuring a fairly popular mash-up between two musical pieces.
"COME ON AND SLAM."
"AND WELCM2 THE JAYUM."
The children were engrossed with the basketball as it soared through the air, and smacked against the ring.
A cross-court-720n0sc0pe-escapecheck shot of the century.
The amazing text warped onto the screen, in flashing rainbow colors that triggered the epileptic.
! ! !SLAM! ! !
The next scene was a player dribbling the ball past the opponents like they were ants, completely incapable of any kind of speed or motion.
"HEY, YOU WAT'CHU GONNA DU?"
"HEY, YOU WAT'CHU GONNA DO"
He did a run-up to the ring, and his wings made of spirit and effort did the rest.
"RUN BBY RUN!"
They carried him high to the rim, where he pressured the ball straight into the net.
Three pawns of an evil queen did all they could to escape the giant's ranged attacks.
The giant, who's helm was modeled very similarly to a Lennie face, was able to produce small brown-and-black balls from the ether. So much force behind the hammer shot, that the projectiles caught fire.
The next thing he would do, was smack his massive golden hammer against the balls towards their direction. When placed together with the constant rushdown of the Lion Knight, there was no room to breathe or gather oneself.
With some strange ability, the fire-balls were able to curve towards their position with smart tracking, prohibiting constant running in any single direction.
At one point, Emerald made contact with the fireballs launched by the giant.
The result was the girl lifted by the impact, and flying straight towards the foggy walls. Because the nature of the walls never allowed passage, she sprawled right up against the mist.
!GIRL U GOT ME IN THE ZONE!
The chaser, the Lion Knight inched closer, with the spear overhead during the charge.
The giant produced a myriad of ammo, and threw them all into the air.
Just then, the golden phenomenas started to glow a bright yellow, the Lion and his spear. The giant and his hammer.
The airwave of the spear rushed against the back of the three, and the flaming balls always would burn through the air, causing immense screeching sounds if they were close.
They continued to evade, noticing that the musky walls had started to fade from existence, the flying suns had disappeared, and the screaming of the lightning spear was no more.
Every time they searched for answers, all that was left were more questions.
'Fairly slow' updates.