NERO | 003
Who: Nero, anyone who wants a good fight
Where: Somni, just in the streets
Style: You pick
Status: Open ;)
The sound of monsters growling and destroying everything around him made him grin. He wasn’t grinning at the damage per say, just the fact that now he had some monsters to kill. He was thrilled, so thrilled in fact that he had lost track of time and had pretty much been killing these creatures for several straight hours.
Slash.
“46.”
Slice.
“47.”
These monsters were nothing compared to what he had fought back home. These were easy kills, at least by his standards. He gracefully slashed his way through as many as he could. His moves were smooth and precise. His body was splattered with several different shades of blood, none of it being his own. He still had that reflect spell from before, and although it had already been around for a few days now, it was still reflecting left and right. He was virtually unscathed.
Squish.
“48.”
BAM.
“49.”
He landed on his feet, grinning at the impressive amount of carnage behind him. He had slain so many already, but they just seemed to keep coming and coming, a never ending supply of weak desert creatures. He was having fun sure, but if all of them were this easily killed, he was going to get bored and soon after slightly irritated. Turning the corner, he felt the ground underneath him begin to shake. He shrugged off the feeling and continued walking, stopping just as the ground underneath him caved in and a particularly large creature emerged from under him.
It was several feet higher than him, and looked like a giant deformed sand worm. It shrieked at him, so loudly that anyone in the area would most likely hear it. Landing on his feet away from the worm, he pointed his sword at it, his grin growing much wider.
“50.”
Where: Somni, just in the streets
Style: You pick
Status: Open ;)
The sound of monsters growling and destroying everything around him made him grin. He wasn’t grinning at the damage per say, just the fact that now he had some monsters to kill. He was thrilled, so thrilled in fact that he had lost track of time and had pretty much been killing these creatures for several straight hours.
Slash.
“46.”
Slice.
“47.”
These monsters were nothing compared to what he had fought back home. These were easy kills, at least by his standards. He gracefully slashed his way through as many as he could. His moves were smooth and precise. His body was splattered with several different shades of blood, none of it being his own. He still had that reflect spell from before, and although it had already been around for a few days now, it was still reflecting left and right. He was virtually unscathed.
Squish.
“48.”
BAM.
“49.”
He landed on his feet, grinning at the impressive amount of carnage behind him. He had slain so many already, but they just seemed to keep coming and coming, a never ending supply of weak desert creatures. He was having fun sure, but if all of them were this easily killed, he was going to get bored and soon after slightly irritated. Turning the corner, he felt the ground underneath him begin to shake. He shrugged off the feeling and continued walking, stopping just as the ground underneath him caved in and a particularly large creature emerged from under him.
It was several feet higher than him, and looked like a giant deformed sand worm. It shrieked at him, so loudly that anyone in the area would most likely hear it. Landing on his feet away from the worm, he pointed his sword at it, his grin growing much wider.
“50.”