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I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FANFICTION EXCEPT FOR MY OCs. I DON'T OWN MUCH OF ANYTHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT...
In one of the many magic-filled (and therefore monster-filled) forested areas by the name of Virtua Forest. There stood two men midway into a duel of blades. One which seemed to be at a standstill.
One man was wearing a red tracksuit (or at least what's left of it) and using a matching red sheathed katana as a crutch to keep himself on his feet. The other male was in what one would typically wear at the beach: swim shorts, sunglasses, and what used to be an open creme shirt. He was also standing upright with his arms crossed over his now bare chest and sculpted abs.
Along with two black handled wakizashis in his clenched fists. Because how can you have black hair, blue eyes, and not duel wield?
"You talk about turning into a heinous monster like you're afraid of it happening to you. Should I be worried for you then?" The tracksuit wearer asked sarcastically with a cocky smile and attitude. An attitude he was well too accustomed to using with how unreactive the other male looked.
He tried to throw a wave of his sheathed blade in for good measure the beachgoer. But the red and purple-haired katana owner nearly fell to the floor as he stumbled forward.
"Nh!" He would exclaim in effort as he barely caught himself midway to the forest floor.
The beach man would then struggle to stifle a snort as he offered a rebuttal with a shrug from his battle-hardened shoulders.
"What you need to worry about is the fact that I would godstomp you if I were to turn into one. Kinda like a few seconds ago and even now." The charcoal-haired dualist would effortlessly bite back with a fiercer force.
And lesser sarcasm.
A tick mark quickly found itself on the forehead of discount Kirito's adversary for just a second before he spoke again.
Fist clenched at how easily he was backhanded metaphorically by this mere lifeguard, "You are as damaged as I am though," The probable alcoholic quickly shot back with a sliver of the calm used on him, "so if you call that a godstomp then what's a draw?"
He did have a point, if they were wearing the same clothes the damage reflected would've been around the same. But thanks to their magic proficiency and reserves, their passive healing made the only evidence of a fight on them their near destroyed threads and dried blood that covered what little remained. Then again only one of them is a makeshift hospital tool away from landing face-first into the litter below his feet.
Not to mention the damage each patron received was next to nothing anyway. Since most if not all of them were mere nicks and shallow gashes gashes. Things most seasoned adventurers can shake off with some time and a shower.
For the taller beachgoer, his shorts were reduced to half their initial length. Hyphening his well built calves and thighs. And his shirt barely hung to his broad shoulders as the last strings clung for dear life, using his sweat, blood, and, tears to do so. Showing off more than enough well-toned flesh to attract cougars or any other dangerous carnivore.
Splattered around said chest was dried blood from many nicks and scrapes. A stark contrast to the navy blue ocean that swirled in his cold eyes. Not to mention his jet black mop sitting on top of his crown running just past his shoulder blades, which was somehow unaffected by said bodily fluids, and swayed weightlessly through the air that toyed with it.
Oh, almost forgot, he had a pair of somewhat small wings when scaled to the rest of his body. They looked like they couldn't lift him off the ground they were so small.
Basically, he looked as if Jotaro Cujoh and some cupid did the fusion dance and then headed to a beach. Actually, that's nearly the perfect image of him.
Sir discount slav's fit was almost disintegrated. With his dried blood making (or at least trying to make)up for the lack of fabrics on his skin. The long pants were closer to boxers threatening to fall apart at any point(But that won't happen so...). Showing his years as an adventurer through his sculpted legs and thighs pulsing with leftover adrenaline. The long-sleeved sweatshirt resembled more of an open vest designed to expose his pecs and abs with how little it covered. With the sleeves practically pronouncing his bricked-up arms and hands.
His mid-spine long locks were an even mix of red on the left and purple on the right. And his eyes were just the same but with blue replacing the purple alongside a more even swirling tornado finish.
Okay, so, stick with me here. Imagine if we took Two-Face and made him an e-boy with a full head of hair, then made his eye color what happens when you mix two different food colourings and finally made him wear essentially ribbons.
And for around the only combatants within a 50-ish mile radius, the evidence of battle was even more obvious. Deep cuts and burn marks, surrounded by little sparks, dug themselves deeply into many of the unfortunate surrounding trees and rocks. Enough to nearly topple the former under their own weight and dissect the latter into mostly splintered shards.
Even a couple of scars appeared on the massive mountain behind them. Permanently etching the conflict that took place in the forest's history. Only to never be brought up again. Yet the floor was left unscathed. For the most part anyway.
What could be the reason for such a skirmish? What could push those two to cause such damage to both each other and their environment?
You already know since you have at least the slightest clue how their native universe functions.
Why a stone of course! Not just any pitiful rock, however, no.
A purple gem rumored to have the capacity to transform any it deems worthy into a powerful deity. A Console Patron Unit (CPU).
Seems to be a good reason to scar a forest right? Even if you throw out the possible consequence of being deemed unworthy.
All things that grant massive power come with massive consequences. So as expected, the rock wasn't exempted from that rule.
What happens if one were to be considered unworthy?
As stated by the heterochromatic earlier, the stone has a tendency to turn those unworthy into savage monsters of all kinds. With the only uniform being those transformed wanting smoke with humans on sight.
But that wasn't enough to deter these two.
They looked for weeks for the accursed gem. Always coming up empty. That was up until they chose to scour this specific part of the forest. Where one of them spotted it.
But who though? That was the exact reason for the fight leading up to now. They couldn't agree on who saw it first, and thus, started throwing hands. Hands that switched to swords. Swords that would later be aided by spells.
And, unfortunately for the undynamic duo, it was a tie.
Again.
Speaking of, these two were sending death glares that could kill at each other since the narration began. Forcing the tension to ascend far beyond normal levels of typical sparring or disagreement auras. Going as far as materializing visible representations of their wills all around them.
(Black and translucent, kinda like that jaki thing from two piece...)
"All we're missing now is a tumbleweed and this'd be just like one of those Mexican standoffs, Gynesis." The blackette chuckled with a smirk and tightened grip on his weapons of choice. Even raising the pitch of his naturally deep voice to mimic that of a gun-slinging westerner from the 1700s.
"Agreed, Mugen." The other male nodded with a tip of his non-existent hat, with neither breaking eye contact despite their ever-increasing grins.
Until one of the two had had enough and did just that.
Gynesis, the heterochromatic crack addict he was, would snap his neck to the right and begin limping in said direction. Losing the silent-ish staring contest, a truth Mugen made out with a barely heard scoff from the side. A scoff he'd wave off as the pain of moving right now was above giving a response.
"Let's just get this over with before we get shipped together or something of the sort..." The color fluid lad grumbled under his breath in marginal sarcasm.
Taking only a few steps before arriving at his destination:
A purple stone with a gray power symbol. Resting on a different rock. In one fluid motion, he then took it from its rocky resting place with his hand and began examining the thing for a hot minute. Awaiting the amethyst in hand to do something.
...
...
..
.
Only for nothing to happen.
Where exactly did this clump of minerals come from anyway? Beats me because we're three games in and we still aren't too sure.
It's now safe to say that a solid sixty-five seconds of Gynesis's life had been wasted on staring at a rock. Much to his disappointment that he reflected with his now agitated facial expression. And to the entertainment of a black-haired duel wielder, who'd been silent through the entire encounter. And now he's grinning like a madman.
"Whelp!" Mugen clapped the silence away with an amused grin and his swords no longer in hand, "That was anticlimactic!"
He finished sounding way too gladdened for what happened and looked at the brink of laughter. Especially when his friend turned around and began heading back to the mountain next to him.
"I really should've expected that..." Gynesis deadpanned in dissatisfaction at his friend's side. Who couldn't stop smiling at such a sour lemon of a face he was making.
"I mean, " The dualist began with a simper that quickly began to infuriate Gynesis, "It's known for transforming girls into Goddesses. Not men into Gods" he finished in a scholar-like tone.
"Well thanks a lot, captain obvious!" Gynesis was quick to voice his annoyance (as if he hadn't shown that already) and to hide a tiny smile that formed on his features by turning up his nose at the Cheshire cat, "Next time we see one, you pick it up then."
Despite his best attempts at hiding his obvious amusement, it was still easily detected by Mugen. But still ignored for the sake of carrying the conversation further. As well as to chastise Gynesis.
"And what are the chances of that happening? What was the likelihood of us finding your cluster of useless minerals within our lifespan? We already stretched our luck finding this one! Far less another anytime soon."
After such a long-winded speech, all the shorter of the two did was snicker uncontrollably for a second.
Mugen, since he was young had an air of uncaring apathy floating around him. So seeing Mugen's usually calm and collected face borderline fuming with anger was rare, and thus hilarious. Especially for Gynesis since he was the root cause of such a crack in character.
"What's so funny?" The lightly breathing lad asked his still giddy with laughter friend, cocking a brow and yet again folding his arms at how there was no negative reaction from the less mentally stable of the duo.
"What you just said has sealed our fate." He responded through a shit-eating grin, "Have you forgotten? This is a fanfiction, chapter one no less! Meaning we will get another stone, seeing as we're semi-main characters and all?"
That was a fact. They were indeed semi-main characters after all.
"Hmph, " Mugen replied with a scoff of dismissal as he dramatically set up for a powerful speech, "And how exactly? There's no organic or story oriented way way to get another stone within this chapter. This is only the first chapter and- oh shi-" While halfway through his little rant, Mugen hadn't realized the massive chunk of flesh covered in pitch-black scales that was running up on him from behind.
All thanks to Plot Induced Stupidity(TM). He turned around and saw it a few dozen feet away. Barely giving the blackette enough time to narrowly jump out of the way.
Diving over to where a still smiling Gynesis is now standing proud and without his katana crutch. Arms folded and sporting an "I told you so" face.
" Don't." That was all Mugen said after springing back to his feet with a roll and a gravel in his voice.
"Why do I hear boss music?" The red wearer snorted before unsheathing his sword casually out of nowhere as it wasn't in his hand a second ago.
"Boss battle, huh? Makes sense." The taller of the two stated with the drawing of his twin weapons of choice from out of nowhere as well, sizing up the creature that he narrowly avoided as it too, turned around to face the male.
It didn't take more than a second glance to figure out what the thing was.
Huge enough to qualify as a two-story house, jet black scales that shone against the shimmering sunlight, and a massive maw that housed hundreds of dental hacksaws. With a colossal horn that twisted and stuck on its face from its forehead to the back of its skull, nearly highlighting the purple gemstone with a red power symbol attached to the base of said horn. It was a Komodon. The older and more annoyingly powerful variant of the Spinadon.
They both share the trait of having beady glowing red eyes in contrast to their blackened scales. The Spinadon was only the size of a commercial bus, however. Making this thing a way more aggressive and powerful prehistoric predator.
And both are local to this side of Planeptune.
"And of course, its theme is the same as Vergil's..." Gynesis added.
_/Bury the light deep within!_/ An invisible vocalist sang at the top of his lungs as he introduced the track.
Supposedly responding to Gynesis's little observation, the Komodon let out a snort of its own and scratched its hind leg against the poor forest floor. Ripping it apart and digging a small hole beneath the beast's feet.
Showing the two that it was readying for another rush.
The duo tensed at the sight, focusing on thinking of a means to either kill, subdue or escape this casual city blockbuster. Before it can land any decent damage.
"RWOAAAHH!" The Komodon let out a menacingly deep and loud roar before doing one of its signature attacks.
Dashing at the two humans with blinding speed. It decimated any of the natural infrastructures provided by the forest's many trees.
* Thump!(x3) Crack!(x33) *
Luckily enough, both parties were fast enough to easily dodge out of the way. Doing their own dashes to each side. Gaining more than enough space to get out of harm's way and charge up their attacks.
Disappearing for a brief moment before reappearing meters away to the reptilian's below-average perception of time.
As for the overgrown lizard, it couldn't decide on who to aim for in time. Making it end up missing both of them and almost crash into the nearby mountainside.
It still saved itself by digging its enormous foreclaws deeper into the floor than its hind ones, doing a Tokyo drift-style manoeuvre. This would uproot any of the local wildlife from their burrows thanks to the sheer kinetic force. Unfortunately for those now homeless critters. Not to mention the additional trees that also got caught by the fast and furious reptile.
"Got any plans?" Gynesis asked pointing to the not yet turned animal.
*CRCRRRAACK!*
"A few," Mugen responded as he looked at the above-mentioned stopping method, "Just gotta get to its nape."
The beast was large, intimidating, and can eviscerate most manmade structures smaller than an apartment building without feeling it. But it was slow thanks to forgetting to add skill points to its INT and WIS. So while it should have a simple pea-brained moveset, getting hit by one of those might spell disaster quite quickly.
"Alright then, I'll see if I can distract it long enough for you to Yaeger it." Gynesis laughed as he prepared to rush the boss mob alongside his friend.
That little stunt pulled to avoid slamming its head into the rocky cliff face left the Komodon still staggered as it tried to regain its bearings for some time. Long enough for a counter-attack.
To flex both superior speed and intellect, the men quickly dashed towards their enemy. Closing the gap between the three of them and readying a slick double team. The second they got near enough, one of the two jumped while the other lunged.
"Now!" Two voices declared simultaneously, causing time itself to slow for dramatic effect. Each from a different flank of the beast before them. One above, one below.
The voice from below belonged to Gynesis, who was in the quick draw position directly under its chin. The tip of his katana was covered in a light green tint of SP, spiraling uncontrollably as it circled its confined space in search of an escape soon to come.
The voice above referred to Mugen. He was diagonally above his target and mid-front flip. Arms and swords in an "X" formation. Blue sparks danced all over both, exploring and covering thoroughly each square centimeter offered for them before their awaited release.
For a second, the two were glaring at each other with determination in the slowed time. Daring the other to place their move. Until both decided on casting.
Ironically at the same time.
*"Crescent East!"*
*"100 Amps, Cross Slash!"*
*BBBZZZZTTT!*
*FWOOOSSH*
The Boys shouted their attacks. Each one launched a projectile at the desired target while it was fixed on recovering itself. Eyes widening in realization wat too late to even dodge.
In one fluid motion, Mugen finished his flip and easily sent an X of lightning at the nape of the Komodon which landed first. An X that also exploded on contact with its hardened scales. Mugen then landed on his other desired target: the side of the mountain.
to which he sunk one of his swords directly into the stone cliff face.
The explosion, for just a second, hid the damage dealt from the naked eye. But not the pain in the boss mob's eyes or its horrid cry of agony.
Which meant it probably did a good chunk of its health bar.
"RaOAA-" The thing tried to scream.
Gynesis's attack was second to hit and did equal if not more damage. His projectile was a curved blade of wind, one aimed for the thing's tail. Slicing directly through it with some resistance after gliding past the legs of the monster's underside.
The attack quite literally cut the lizard's cry short. Making it pause everything to register what had just happened to it. And when it did, it was not happy one bit.
That was another chunk of its health bar no longer a part of this story.
And the tar scaled oversized monitor intended to make sure the two that dared mutilate its majestic form knows they'll pay.
Not only did its eyes shrink and dilate (somehow), but it stood perfectly still for just a moment. A moment before it began what could only be called a mental breakdown.
Thrashing around, roaring uncontrollably, slashing all over the place, and even smashing its head against the mountainside a time or two.
Its barrage of sporadic movements had it uprooting the surviving trees in bulk, forming a mini earthquake, and in general tearing the terrain a new asshole.
*CRASH!*
*SMASHH!*
*THRASSH!*
Oh, and the music started intensifying too. Signifying the temporary owner of said music having just entered phase 2. Hopefully that's its last.
'Ah shit...' Gynesis thought as he kept a keen eye on the Donacdum listener's retarded attack pattern, 'Gotta go mark 2 just to be safe, Lazzy.' He internalized before covering his body in a light green aura that seemingly sped him up drastically.
Gynesis began to emulate his inner chosen undead. Keeping himself at least ten feet away from the massive claws that doubled as excavators with how much they remodelled the forest landscape. Until he saw a chance to escape for a quick breath after the fiftieth roll.
Not to mention the cool trail the aura was leaving of the lad as it chaotically danced all around him like ki if it stuck to your skin. Even when he ran like a bitch to a higher area so he didn't have to avoid that anymore.
'There is no way I'm surviving any of those attacks...' By then Mugen had already touched down and landed next to his half purple-haired companion. Who was looking on at the spectacle of chaos and deforestation for any openings for another juicy hit like the first two.
"What's up with LingLingLizard over there?" Mugen wasted no time in asking the obvious while mirroring Gynesis for the same effect. Coating himself with a blueish aura instead.
"Not too sure..." The half redhead responded, "But it had something to do with how its tail-body relationship is now past tense, I can tell you that!"
Gynesis had to shout the last part due to the Goliath of a beast randomly launching itself directly at them again. Forcing them to dodge in opposing directions.
The Tumblr OC by jumping up to a nearby tree branch(How did it survive?) and Mugen by using his wings to gain extra height yet again to reach a part of the mountain the enemy couldn't. With flight being an imposabi;it, this was the best he could do.
'Even when having an aneurysm, this thing can't seem to stop doing that!' Mugen internalized, "Talk about a one-trick pony!" He then shouted at the beast with a semi-fake annoyed echo.
Which it promptly ignored and carried on throwing itself all over the map in no particular pattern. Kinda like the bed of chaos from that one game.
"Well, we just evicted a third of its arsenal!" Gynesis yelled back from his tree. Before switching back to the turf of the forest with a backflip to evade getting crushed with his previous footing. Looking on as it, alongside the rest of the tree, went crashing to the ground.
*CRUNCH!*
*SMASHH!*
He then threw some Crescent East's at LingLingLizard, most of which landed. All of which did fuck all. The ones that did land had no real effect thanks to how tanky the beast's defenses were. All to the ground unit's frustration.
*FWOOSHH!*(x12)
"Damn those scales!" The frustration he was quick to notify his comrade of, "Got any more ideas up there?!" The male gritted after another failed barrage of Crescent East after Crescent East, "Cuz the first one only angered it!"
*CRASH!*
*FWOOSH!*
*SMASH!*
*FWOOOSH!*
* (x12) *
"Working on it!" Responded Mugen from his perch.
For the eyes in the sky (more like on the mountainside), he was deep in thought. Mentally noting their common enemy's attack patterns and banging to its theme trying to get a counter-attack planned.
Then he had it. It wasn't gonna look pretty, but it should work. With the music nearing an end, that plan had better work
"Get the Scalysaurus near me! I've got a way to send it back to the Mesozoic era!" The lad above commanded previous to tensing his muscles and readying himself for his attack.
"Got it!" Gynesis responded with yet another dark souls roll out of the way of an earth-splitting slash against the ground. Doing so towards his ally.
*CRACK!*
On recovery, a barrage of Crescent Easts was flung at the Komodon. Doing nothing more than annoy the mob boss more than it already was, getting repeatedly hit with its tail divorcer and all that.
*CRACK!*
A swing and a miss yet again on LingLingLizard's part. This time cleaving a massive chunk of the mountain behind a ducked Gynesis.
*STAB!*
While the monster failed to hit its target, Mugen didn't fail to anchor onto his. Landing swords first on the scaly bastard's midsection.
*STAB!*
"GROOOAAAH!" The leviathan was quick to voice its pain in a blood-curling roar as it winced upwards on its hind limbs.
That would've flung off Mugen had he not used his swords to stay on. As well as to climb further up to its neck.
*STAB!*
*STAB!*
*STAB!*
With each plunge forward, an audible squelch of blood escaping the beast's skin and scales were heard. Covering him in the grotesque feeling and foul-smelling bodily fluid.
But that didn't dissuade or impede Mugen's quest to put the abomination in a hearse.
He pushed on, clearing the several dozen feet needed to arrive at the thing's neckline in seconds. Mostly thanks to his quick reflexes and the beast's need to flail itself regardless of his positioning. Finishing his QTE (Quick Time Event) marathon by landing on the exact spot where he had previously attacked with his blades.
Meanwhile, Gynesis was still playing Bloodbourne on the ground. Except there were no healing items this time.
With the help of his friend, who constantly instigated it to dive and swing forward, he was able to somehow land on the exact spot he wanted to without much issue. Aside from now looking like he just bathed in grape juice and smelling like a burning Landfill.
"Gotcha!" He declared with a smile, sinking his wakizashis into an open wounded X shape at the thing's scruff.
From the sudden influx of pain all over again, LingLingLizard stopped everything, including his pursuit of Gynesis, to scream in utter misery yet again.
The sound of its bellowing cries in pain filled the air with an ear raping volume and pitch. Which forced the main(ish) characters to stop everything to cover their ears.
"RWOOAARRGGGHHHH!"
This must be the most excruciating pain it's ever been in its life.
"NNNGGHH!" Both males wanted to say 'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' but couldn't thanks to their grit teeth from trying not to go deaf.
This continued until the discount Komodo Dragon was finished with its war cry. Leaving both males breathing heavily in pain and anguish.
Now that it was done, the thing looked even more pissed, even more powerful, and its music is now at its peak in terms of intensity.
"That does not sound good!" Gynesis was quick to point out about the boss's theme going ape shit.
"Don't worry about that!" That was all Mugen would say before going silent again.
As expected, immediately after the blackette said those words, the air grew colder. Hairs on the back of Gynesis's neck wound up to full attention. Meanwhile, the Komodon had already sped up its attacks of swiping, slamming, biting, and dashing at Gynesis.
'Wait! Is it aiming at me?!' Gynesis asked himself after a couple of dances with death thanks to the lizard no longer acting speratically. Instead, each move was purposefully flung at him. Then there's the fact that it started using its massive jaws as well.
"Oh boy." The same lad stuck in Sakiro muttered when he had finally picked up on what was going to happen, "I'm in danger."
"Remember that one move I had in development a while back?!" Shouted a much more chipper Mugen compared to earlier in the chapter.
"Yeah?! Planning to early access release it?!" Gynesis however sounded much too happy for someone about to get flexed on. Then again, he hadn't been given the slightest chance to do anything of substance since he had the mob's tail lobbed off. Then again, this is a terrible situation for him anyway as it wasn't his ideal matchup.
Gynesis's retort was met with silence. A not long-lived silence, but one nonetheless. Because at the top of their enemy's neck, Mugen would be concentrating his SP for a special spell.
*CRACKLE...*
Small bursts and sparks of lightning began shooting out from Mugen's back. Going from near impossible to see with the naked eye, to full-on bolts running up, down, and all over his spine and shoulder blades.
*BZZT! BZZT! BBZZTTT!*
Next, his eyes became pure blue. Iris, pupil, sclera, and all became a light blue. Followed by sparks escaping them as well. With constant rows of arcs forming from the outer sides of his face and connecting to the more jumpy ones at his back.
*BDZZZTTTT!*
Showing that the move's windup was over and ready to go.
"This is going to hurt!" The teen laughed, his voice distorted and deepened by the sheer number of static surrounding him. "Get ready for some fireworks!"
From Gynesis's perspective, it really did look like a fireworks show was about to start. With how the sparks were arcing everywhere for meters in any direction.
*"TENPESUTOPARUSU!"* [TEMPEST PULSE]
*BZZTTBKROAAWOUUUHHH!*
In an explosion of static and bioelectricity, a massive wave of blueish energy spawned into existence and instantly dissolved throughout the entire area. Blinding everyone within a half-mile radius with its smoggy embrace. As well as spawn a thick plume of matching bluish-purple smog. A smog that hung around for quite some time afterwards.
"Well, that was easy." Chuckled a familiar voice through the still very opaque plume of smoke.
"As if you did anything!" Laughed back another voice we've heard before.
Despite the dust not clearing yet, our heroes were already celebrating their victory. Why? For all they knew, the damned thing could easily still be alive.
If it wasn't for the fact that its theme was cut short. Not slowed, not softened. Cut off.
Mid-chime. As if someone walked up to the band and kicked the lead singer square in the sack mid recording.
You don't get your theme rejected that badly and remain alive.
"Well if it weren't for me the dumbass lizard wouldn't have been distracted enough for that stunt!" Gynesis yelled back in a half-angered voice.
Unexpectedly, a massive gust of wind suddenly blew in and moved the dust cloud. Not only restoring the sight for both fighters but the entire half-mile.
Revealing Gynesis and Mugen standing before each other yet again. This time standing atop the corpse of a black pile of scales. Each with a cocky grin threatening to split their faces. And Gynesis's hand pointing the direction the wind blew to.
Mugen-"GG"
Gynesis-"EZ"
Mugen-"No RE."
Gynesis-"Skill issue."
As any prominent gamer, these two couldn't help but properly celebrate and indulge in their spoils of victory. Especially with how weak that "boss" was.
By being toxic as fuck, because why not?
"And with that out of the way, we have business to attend to." Chipped in Mugen, hopping off of his kill's head and landing near its forehead.
Where he would plant his hand firmly onto the gemstone in said forehead. A gemstone that was no longer glowing a faint and ominous red hue, instead it was in a kind of grey. Similar to the one Gynesis had picked up earlier.
With a quick tug, the rock was revoked of its original placement and snatched by Mugen. Who, unlike Gynesis, didn't stand around and do fuck all for a minute before storing it in his inventory.
"Let's go back to the guild, that move sapped wat more than a thought it would." He said after turning to his side to see his friend already next to him. "There are gonna be a lot of that thing's cousins coming soon. And I don't wanna be part of that orgy."
"Agreed." The heterochromatic nodded, "we can take a lot of them, but not a horde. Not by ourselves. And definitely not now."
That was said no more than two seconds before Gynsis collapsed to the ground yet again. Failing to even catch himself as he did before. Instead he just took a seat on the purplified floor below him.
"Come on," Mugen just as quickly offered a hand to help his tired friend, "I'll carry you like I carried this fight."
"Fine," Gynesis reluctantly accepted as he was hoisted onto his friend's back.
Mugen just couldn't resist rubbing that coy smirk off of Gynesis one last time at least before the chapter ended. Then again, anyone in his shoes would've done the same.
With that, the dynamic duo headed off to return to the guild. Both to rest and to sell whatever parts of the dead beast they managed to salvage off-screen.
Alright!
I'm done.
I hope you like my rework of the original first chapter, I've added a few key details and made the scenes less difficult to follow.
Please review so I can get some comparisons compared to the first version of this chapter.
Anyways.
Ciao~
