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by Kunoichi26 on Sun Jun 28, 2009 2:51 pm
"Why did I sign up for this madness?" Ryan asked himself as a minefield of cannons emerged from the wet ground. "Oh, I'm such a fool...Why did I think they would actually train us how to fight these creatures?"
"Oh, I don't know," he answered sarcastically as he hit a wyvern over the head with his bronze-tipped staff. "Perhaps it was because these monsters were not even known to exist until a mere year from now." He sighed heavily and paused to catch his breath. He had always had pride on how healthy he was, but even this was too much. He was an explorer and a lecturer, not a fighter, and he was beginning to grow tired of this foolish game.
The manticore was right, He thought. I am not meant for this, but do I have a choice in the matter? He looked around the field carefully, allowing Taurus to act as his shield, and considered his options. As far as he could understand it, the object of this test was to get the keys that unlocked the door on the other side. Unfortunately, it was a rather difficult task when the more violent monsters repeatedly attacked, but perhaps he could use the cannons to his advantage. He grinned as a plan quickly began to form in his mind.
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