a dance with death, the partners
in that dance were a twilight sorcerer and a hellion. The hellion
would swing his blade and the sorcerer would do his best to dodge.
Sometimes the sorcerer avoided the attack. Sometimes he was hit and
paid a heavy price.
Loud shouts began to echo down the hallway
after a few minutes. The sound of the fight had drawn another
hellion.
"This is my meats! You fuck off!" snarled the
hellion before whipping his blade around in a furious arc.
"Meats!" roared the incoming hellion. It
would join the battle soon.
Scott saw that as the perfect time to end the
fight. The next time the hellion made a heavily committed attack,
Scott kicked the blade to the side turned quickly and launched a
fierce uppercut that slammed into the beast's chin. Its greatsword
dropped to the ground as it staggered back.
The sorcerer scooped it up and raced off
toward his safe room. The sounds of screaming hellions echoed
through the corridor as their meat made a mad dash for freedom.
Once inside his safe room, Scott made a
bee-line for the salvation mirror then checked his stats and
skills. There was no change, but he had not really expected to see
one. His plan would take a lot of time and effort. He also had to
wait for the experience pulse so that his acquired knowledge would
be absorbed properly.
"Man. I hope this is working. That guy was
tearing me apart." Scott was fortunate that his current opponent
was a heavy weapon user with little in the way of skills beyond
swinging his weapon. A gun fighter, or a light weapon wielder,
would have already torn him apart by now.
He stuffed the greatsword into his bag then
flopped down on the cot. It was time to recuperate from his battle
once more.
A series of short, but dedicated, battles
began after that. The moment Scott thought that another hellion was
going to approach, he did his best to get an opening in the battle
and then raced off toward his safe room. During those battles he
had run out of ammunition or magic charge, whatever the pistols
used. Scott had resorted to stepping out from behind the corner and
saying random things to irritate the monster that he had used as a
training dummy throughout the day.
He fought the same hellion over two dozen
times, and managed to knock it unconscious three of those times.
His headache increased severely in intensity during this time due
to the heavy usage of his unarmed combat skills, but Scott felt
that the plan had to be working.
There was no way to know how much time had
passed since he had begun training in the way that he had. He felt
like the better part of a day, perhaps two days, had passed but
there was no sense of time in the dungeon.
"Guess I better get back to It." said Scott
with a sigh. Was his plan working? His light armor skill had
increased to three, but beyond that he had no idea.
Scott glanced at the salvation mirror to make
certain that his progress was saved, but then stopped cold. The
mirror told him something interesting!
[Status]
Scott Jacobs
Race: Lunarii | Class: Twilight
Master
Age: 18 | Max Lifespan: Ageless
Level: 2 | Title: The
Reborn
Attack: 140[147-154] | Defense: 140[151-159]
Strength: 100 | Agility: 100 | Vitality: 100
Intellect: 100 | Charisma: 100
| Attunement: 100
[—]
"It worked? Hell yeah! It worked!" Scott
laughed loudly and slapped himself on the thigh. "Damn, I almost
gave up on it."
The thing he was most excited about was his
headache. It was gone. Finally, the constant pain in his head had
disappeared!
"What I have here is a chance to increase my
skills a great deal and farm for a lot of items. Mid was right, I
definitely need to take my time and learn everything that I can."
Time did not pass here in relation to the rest of the universe. He
was slated for the next insertion schedule into ARS, but everyone
scheduled for that insertion would start at the same time since the
gods pretty much did whatever they wanted with local time.
His goal was
in that dance were a twilight sorcerer and a hellion. The hellion
would swing his blade and the sorcerer would do his best to dodge.
Sometimes the sorcerer avoided the attack. Sometimes he was hit and
paid a heavy price.
Loud shouts began to echo down the hallway
after a few minutes. The sound of the fight had drawn another
hellion.
"This is my meats! You fuck off!" snarled the
hellion before whipping his blade around in a furious arc.
"Meats!" roared the incoming hellion. It
would join the battle soon.
Scott saw that as the perfect time to end the
fight. The next time the hellion made a heavily committed attack,
Scott kicked the blade to the side turned quickly and launched a
fierce uppercut that slammed into the beast's chin. Its greatsword
dropped to the ground as it staggered back.
The sorcerer scooped it up and raced off
toward his safe room. The sounds of screaming hellions echoed
through the corridor as their meat made a mad dash for freedom.
Once inside his safe room, Scott made a
bee-line for the salvation mirror then checked his stats and
skills. There was no change, but he had not really expected to see
one. His plan would take a lot of time and effort. He also had to
wait for the experience pulse so that his acquired knowledge would
be absorbed properly.
"Man. I hope this is working. That guy was
tearing me apart." Scott was fortunate that his current opponent
was a heavy weapon user with little in the way of skills beyond
swinging his weapon. A gun fighter, or a light weapon wielder,
would have already torn him apart by now.
He stuffed the greatsword into his bag then
flopped down on the cot. It was time to recuperate from his battle
once more.
A series of short, but dedicated, battles
began after that. The moment Scott thought that another hellion was
going to approach, he did his best to get an opening in the battle
and then raced off toward his safe room. During those battles he
had run out of ammunition or magic charge, whatever the pistols
used. Scott had resorted to stepping out from behind the corner and
saying random things to irritate the monster that he had used as a
training dummy throughout the day.
He fought the same hellion over two dozen
times, and managed to knock it unconscious three of those times.
His headache increased severely in intensity during this time due
to the heavy usage of his unarmed combat skills, but Scott felt
that the plan had to be working.
There was no way to know how much time had
passed since he had begun training in the way that he had. He felt
like the better part of a day, perhaps two days, had passed but
there was no sense of time in the dungeon.
"Guess I better get back to It." said Scott
with a sigh. Was his plan working? His light armor skill had
increased to three, but beyond that he had no idea.
Scott glanced at the salvation mirror to make
certain that his progress was saved, but then stopped cold. The
mirror told him something interesting!
[Status]
Scott Jacobs
Race: Lunarii | Class: Twilight
Master
Age: 18 | Max Lifespan: Ageless
Level: 2 | Title: The
Reborn
Attack: 140[147-154] | Defense: 140[151-159]
Strength: 100 | Agility: 100 | Vitality: 100
Intellect: 100 | Charisma: 100
| Attunement: 100
[—]
"It worked? Hell yeah! It worked!" Scott
laughed loudly and slapped himself on the thigh. "Damn, I almost
gave up on it."
The thing he was most excited about was his
headache. It was gone. Finally, the constant pain in his head had
disappeared!
"What I have here is a chance to increase my
skills a great deal and farm for a lot of items. Mid was right, I
definitely need to take my time and learn everything that I can."
Time did not pass here in relation to the rest of the universe. He
was slated for the next insertion schedule into ARS, but everyone
scheduled for that insertion would start at the same time since the
gods pretty much did whatever they wanted with local time.
His goal was
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