I've rebalanced the power strike skill as per level in the skill it would increase the multiplier by 0.2. Which is way to much, so here is the revised calculation. (Also changed it to percent for easier calculations) It still wont match up to the damage dealt in chapter 2 but I think that it stops it from being too powerful
120 + Power strike Lvl*2 + Str/5 (124%)
If you want me to change anything don't hesitate to PM me or leave a comment.
Also, Screw the Schedule! I'm entering assessment period and also I've started a few sports, so I am getting less time to write. I will still try to update semi-frequently.
—Chapter 4—
Event Quest!
Trial of the Warrior.
Objective: Survive as many waves. (you will immediately be teleported out if you are about to die)
Rewards: Depends on how many waves.
Wave 1: Practice Badge
Wave 2: Glint-steel Longsword
Wave 5: Choice of Glint-steel Armour (+1 every five waves)
Wave 10: ?
Wave 20: ?
Wave 30: ?
"Well shit." The sands are soft beneath my bare feet. Toes sliding through the small granules as I turn around preparing to fight what I presume is a Beowolf.
Readying my blade held across my body, I observe my opponent. Both with the skill and my eyes. Black fur with bone plates scattered across weak points such as spine and head. Sharp needle like teeth lining its mouth preparing to rend flesh from bone. The spiked spines along the back of limbs presenting added danger to the already wickedly sharp claws.
Adolescent Beowolf – (Lvl 10 Basic)
One of the most plentiful types of Grimm, the beowolf is only a true danger to civilians or hunters in training. They seem to have an instinctual magical ability where if they are in a pack they are faster, stronger and smarter.
Hp: 500/500
Sp: 1000/1000
Mp: 130/130
Vit: 20
Str: 30
Dex: 10
Agi: 20
Int: 7
Wis: 3
I'm yet again reminded of my childish body when the beowolf approaches, It's size dwarfing me by comparison. But I know that my weapon does enough damage to kill it in a few attacks, provided I don't hit the armour plating.
The corded muscles tense as it is 10 meters away from where im standing. It roars almost making me reach up and cover my ears but I I don't heed the urge, allowing me to see that it has taken a quick step forward and is preparing to jump.
I launch myself to my right in a roll tucking my sword into the centre of the roll preventing the blade from cutting into my skin or the ground.
Standing up I slash across to the left while turning around and putting as much of my momentum from the turn into the blade of the sword. I also activate power strike hoping that my wild slice will hit.
A new notification appears in my sidebar as I feel resistance along the blade slowing and then stopping it.
119.04 Damage.
'Nice' I think, but now the blade is stuck in the monster. As my eyes wander over the cut, I take a few steps backwards and pull my blade out of the creature. Its wound isn't very deep but it is quite long. It seems that I sliced along its chest and my blade got stuck just before the shoulder.
Now I'm facing it with my right foot forward and my hilt just in-front of my groin.
A pained grunt emerges from the maw of the beast as it swings its left paw around its body in a mimicry of exactly of what I did to it moments before.
The sharp claws miss, but not by much, and now it is facing me. I realise that I don't have enough space to dodge to the side this time.
'Holy shit' a brilliant, but insane plan springs to mind.
The blood red eyes stare into mine bringing my gaze to meet them I step forward fearlessly. Well let's just say that without gamers mind I would be shitting myself right now. But as I take a small step with the point of my blade aimed towards its face while holding it at waist level.
During my step I pivot bringing my sword across my body once again, still at waist level, but this time pointing behind me with my left foot forward now. But what happens surprises me. It takes a step back
"Heh, scared?" The beast seems to know its being taunted and it snarls then lunges at me once more. But this time instead of jumping to the side, I meet its lunge.
Time slows as I leap forwards into a crouch, activate power strike, and bring my Longsword from across my body to swipe upwards, towards its unarmored underbelly as it passes over me. The Beowolf's eyes trails me as the sword arcs up towards its stomach, but it is still airborne.
There's. Nothing. It can do.
The razor sharp metal pierces into its fur and I follow through by pivoting to the left and bring the blade back down to the ground, opening its stomach and chest cavity along the way.
A spray of blood and gore showers down upon me, covering my entire body with rank, sticky fluid. But I smile nonetheless. My eyes light up
208.32 Damage.
Bleeding Tier 3 Inflicted. (10% of remaining health is dealt as damage each second)
Crippled Tier 3 Inflicted. (0.7 multiplier to Str, Dex and Agi)
Note: The tiers are in relation to the size and physical capabilities of the afflicted creature. A larger creature would require much larger wounds to achieve the same Tier affliction.
The trail of blood leads me to a whimpering mess of a creature. It's guts almost spilling out of its body, its paws desperately trying to keep its organs inside its warm flesh.
Slowly walking towards the creature a damage value continuously ticks in the corner of my vision. 17.3, 15.5.
My eyes widen as I see the gaping cut slowly start to stitch itself together. And what truly interests me is the slight hint of blue appearing.
'The fuck is that?' But the thought is dispelled quickly 'I don't have any information on what's happening, any conclusion I make would be inaccurate'
I bring my blade up and slice through its neck in one motion. The jarring feeling of my blade cutting through bone almost makes me lose grip of my blade as the vibrations travel up to the hilt.
Wave 1 Completed!
Rewards:
Practice badge (Once per day allows the bearer to summon a Grimm that they have previously defeated into the arena to combat.)
Combat Report
Exp Gained: 900
Stats Gained: 1 Agi, 1 Str, 1 Dex
Loot: 4 X Beowolf Pelt, 2 X Beowolf Claws
Skill Levels: Longsword Mastery 3 – 4
New Skill: Combat Roll
Combat Roll – Lvl 1 (0%)
Allows the evasion of attacks while adapting to equipped weapon ensuring that you wont injure yourself.
Sp cost: 100 – Agi/5 – Vit/3 – Combat Roll Lvl*2 (92)
Distance (Cm): 50 + Combat Roll Lvl*3 + Agi (65cm)
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(A/N. I realise that most of my viewers are residing (or using VPNs that link to) the US, but I probably won't be converting the measurements, because its much easier for me to envision and format the metric system. Sorry)
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Level Up X 3
15 Sp (20)
3 PP (4)
(Open Perk Tree?)
Azure: Lvl 4 75/400
Title: Gamer
Title Effects: (Nothing)
HP: 210/200 (0.1%/sec) (0.02/s)
SP: 320/300 (2%/sec) (6.4/s)
MP: 200/200 (1%/sec) (2/s)
Stats:
Vit: 11
Str: 11
Dex: 11
Agi: 13
Int: 11
Wis: 10
The black blood fades away to ash leaving the arena as if it was never there. The only hint of the frantic combat lies In the scattered sands.
I open the perk tree and unlock Mana Sense. Instantly I feel a large pool of what seems to be mana—which feels like an ever-shifting mass of energy—settle into my gut, envisioning the substance a strange void fills my mind with the mana forming a pale blue ball. While I am in this trance a small tendril reaches out of the ball and suddenly my field of vision expands out of my body.
Follow the flow of mana the tendril follows my arm and reaches into the longsword, once it reaches the hilt it contorts and starts to seem… wilder? The pale blue flow also starts to morph into a deep green which follows the edge of the sword, somehow I knew that it would be sharpening the edge.
Once it reaches the tip of the blade, the stream reverses and comes back through blunt edge of the sword. It continues past the hilt and descends into the middle of my mana pool, once it reaches the centre the green colour forms another orb floating inside the larger orb.
'that must be my nature affinity'
Looking closer the green orb exudes the feeling of a calm, but relentless fury as well as a gentle sense of care. The aesthetics are of a ball with green tendrils curving around it, like grasping vines.
Returning to the perk tree I note that Mana Control costs 3 PP
An internal struggle emerges as I consider wether I should invest into stats. But I decide against it, considering that it would get increasingly difficult to increase my stats through training as its level increases. Additionally Id be able to allocate the points to better suit the situation if I find myself lacking in a department.
Advancing to the centre of the arena I glance around searching for my next opponents.
"Wait…" I mutter "The fuck am I doing?". Yesterday I was returning home from work, then did potentially the only good deed in my life. Then I woke up here, beating up monsters, wielding a Longsword and becoming the equivalent of an MC in one of the many Gamer fics that I had read.
'Would anyone have been affected by my death? What happened to the girl? What's my brother doing about my death, does he even know? Will he even know?'
But as soon as I started to panic my emotions left me. 'Gamers mind, you son of a bitch' it won't even let me properly grieve.
'I guess I'll just try my best to make a difference in this life.' That thought comes unbidden a path that I will follow to the best of my abilities. But I can't contemplate much on this because with a grating screech a metal door opens allowing… two beowolves (A/N: Is that the correct plural form of beowolf?) to emerge from within.
Observing one I realise that they are identical to the previous one, apart from an additional Int. It seems that the full pack bonus magic doesn't work with only two.
Circling to my right while keeping my eyes on my opponents they start to track me, the one to the left moving slightly faster than the other, which keeps them beside each other.
I see them tensing their muscles and just before they move, I do. Leaping closer to the arena wall I throw a stone at the furthest one, hoping to cause it to flinch or make a mistake that allows me to seize the advantage.
Both monster's eyes follow the arc of the stone, but as it nears its target they both take a step back. Seeing my chance I step and lunge, aiming to cut one of their eyes out.
'Clink!' The sound of metal bouncing of bone echoes across the arena, suddenly bringing the beasts gaze back to me.
It lunges at me and I dive backwards, barely escaping the reach of the vicious claws.
But it follows through and swipes again, this time catching me with its paw and I get sent flying into the wall—barely missing being sliced to ribbons with it's claws—, as I fall down to the ground a pop up shows that I had been dealt 50 damage.
But the worst is yet to come, the other one starts to circle around to my left, boxing me in. Deciding that the need is dire, I invest 5 stat points into Agility, and 5 into dexterity, praying that the boost to speed and coordination is enough.
Immediately after the allocation of the stats, i turn towards my first aggressor and prepare to slash at it. The silver blade arcing around with my Mana Sense feeling a slight hum and a green trail as I swing it through the air.
As it approaches my target the beast takes a step back. Dodging my wild swing.
The sound of shifting sand causes me to turn around, and immediately get greeted with the maw of the second Beowulf. In surprise I fall right back onto my arse, which definitely saved me from being gored by the wolf.
An expanse of matted fur flies overhead, but I hear a squeal and turn around to see both of them lying on the ground. I almost burst out laughing as they try to untangle themselves letting out low growls at eachother.
Seizing the opportunity I run and wildly slash at the tangle of limbs, spines and teeth. Throwing out accuracy for the hope of landing a devastating hit to even the odds. I also activate power strike.
The reflective blade glances of an errant spike, but it was deflected into an area without any armour. Black blood spurts out of the gash as the sword travels down. The cut doesn't seem very deep though
137 Damage
However I cannot follow through because they are now untangled and are rising to their feet. Making a quick decision I take a few steps back and stab at them from a distance, relying on their close proximity to each-other to prevent evasive manoeuvres.
Although none of my hits land solid blows, I still do 30 damage from the light hits against their mask.
Now I know that I need to retreat. But I also have no idea on how to succeed in this fight. I have no aura, magic, semblance or OP abilities.
Deciding to retreat was probably a bad idea. If I were to impact some of their ability to walk I would've been able to win.
But looking at the Grimm I see that one is retreating. Being cautious incase it was a ploy I slowly advance forward. I see the hind-legs of my opponent tense and I start to take a step forward—mimicking my stance from my previous fight—and the instant it jumps I lunge forward, bring my sword up and around, then slam it down.
At least that was my intention. When I execute the move, the wolf jumps shorter than I expected, bringing its full weight to bear and landing on me. I tug on my sword, but the beowulf has actually impaled itself on it.
The air in my lungs is slowly being expelled by the absolute mountain residing on my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I see my sword sticking up through its neck, but the more worrying aspect is that the other one has turned around and is approaching me.
Scrabbling at the sand with my one un-pinned hand it try to free myself before the beast gets close enough, but there isn't enough traction. Realising my mistake I try to push the carcass of me, but my small hands cannot budge the corpse.
I start to panic but instantly my emotions dull—due to gamers mind—and I start to see that it is disintegrating.
Fervently hoping that it would disintegrate faster I prepare to jump up, grab my sword and escape, already the load placed on my chest is reducing.
The beast is getting closer, but as it sees my struggles it starts to accelerate, bringing its menacing form closer and closer with every second. The black smoke starts rising quicker, resulting in a grim race. The speed and distance of the—Still very much alive—Beowulf to the time it will take for the body to dissolve.
I know that it wont dissolve in time, and yet again Gamers Mind dulls the panic. Bringing to light the possibility of using stat points yet again to escape. Quickly it dump all 10 of my remaining points into strength, and push as hard as I can. The body starts to budge slightly!
Redoubling my efforts I try to use my legs to push of the mass of fur and bone. And ever so slightly I slide the beast of me. I scramble to my feet and tear my blade out of the beast ripping it out of the side of its neck.
Whirling around I bring my blade up in preparation to defend, dodge or attack the approaching Beowolf. Its only 3 meters away and it leaps at me, bringing its razor sharp claws to bear. Utilising combat roll I dodge to the side, resulting in the beowolf trying to right itself and come at me again.
But I don't let it. Once it hits the ground, I run and try to slice at its neck. Using all of my newfound strength—as well as Power Strike—to attempt to cleave its head off from its body.
But it dodges, rearing its head back and attacking in retaliation. It comes flying at me and in this moment I know that I have grossly underestimated my foe. It speeds across the distance with unnerving accuracy while I'm still off balance.
I try to roll, but my feet don't find purchase. The maws of the beast come closer as I am trying to find my feet. It's mouth suddenly darts forward and closes around my waist in a vice-like grip. A sharp pain flares into existence across my entire lower body.
In the corner of my eye, my health bar loses a large chunk. And keeps decreasing.
Trying to orient my blade while the hound is shaking me like I'm a chew toy is a very difficult prospect. Luckily I have kept my grip on it so after what seemed like an eternity of struggle I bring it piercing down into its neck.
Immediately it releases me. Allowing the thud of my body crashing unceremoniously into the ground echo across the arena.
I am now greeted with the sight of the wolf pawing at the blade that is embedded into its neck. But it is only worsening the injury. Black blood marring the blade as it cascades out of the ever widening wound.
My notification is a steady stream of small damage numbers because of the self harm inflicted by the beast. But it abruptly stops and lets out a howl.
During this my attention has also been returning to my health bar as I lay on the ground. The bleeding icon appearing with an indicator of its duration. The more worrying aspect is that I have no way of healing myself quickly. Until I remember the Life-berry that I had picked up earlier.
Quickly summoning one from my inventory I consume it and watch as the duration of bleed shortens. Additionally my health begins to climb back up from its precarious position of just under one eighth.
Wave 1 Completed!
Rewards:
Glintsteel Longsword
Combat Report
Exp Gained: 1200
Stats Gained: 2 Vit
Loot: 7 X Beowolf Pelt, 3 X Beowolf Claws, 1 X Beowolf Fangs
Skill Levels: Longsword Mastery 4 – 6
New Skill: Damage Reduction Major Skill:
Physical: reduces damage by 0.5% per level. (Caps at 50%)
Lvl Up X 2 (Lvl 5 — 7)
SP 10 (10)
PP 2 (4)
Standing up I feel a brief sense of disorientation. Looking around I realise that I have been transported out of the arena. Looking at my health I sit down on one of the benches and start to meditate.
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(A/N Centred Bold Ellipsis will now indicate scene breaks.)
POV: Ozpin
"Ozpin!" Glinda flies out of the elevator, coming to rest at my side. "What happened? Are you okay? Is there anything I can help with?" A barrage of questions fly out of her mouth.
I raise my head from my kneeling position to meet her gaze. She lets out a gasp and almost takes a step back as she sees my face. 'Have I really not cried in her presence?' I think 'Or is it something else?'
"Sir? Are you okay?" She says this time in a gentler tone.
"Im fine. If you could please bring a cup of cocoa that would be lovely." I say hoping to get a minute to myself to deal with what I'm experiencing. The joy, pain, exasperation and every other emotion that comes from being a father rushing into my head at one time.
I haven't actually had many children over the years. Apart from Salem's children I've only had 2. Largely because I always leave the family of the person Ive possessed as quick as possible.
Her almost silent footsteps enter the elevator and leave me alone with my new memories.
I suddenly rise and walk to my desk. Seizing my scroll and calling for crow to return to Beacon. Time to begin the search. 'I hope that you are safe for the time being Azure'