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Nathaniel Percy Bell

An old man given a second chance at life. "Never fear the dawn."

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a character in “Mirror to The Mind”, as played by Quantumlegacy

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Age: 60

Physical Description: Nathaniel's appearance is that of when he was still a young lad, roughly in his twenties. He stands to be six foot four inches. He has short brown hair and a scruffy five o'clock shadow growing. He has silver green eyes and tends to keep a playful smirk on his face. Nathaniel wears a solid brown silk shirt and a pair of durable stitched pants. He keeps an amulet given to him by his father that was an emblem of their family crest. A soaring eagle grasping a shield in it's talons.


Personality: Nathaniel is a dreamer at heart even though his years of service in the wars cut him deep. He still tried to make the best of every day, always looking to the bright side. "Never fear the dawn." He used to tell people this to calm them. For the new day would bring new perspective is what he would then say. His years of service taught him respect, humility and patience. He learned that not everyone was created equally and that some had to work harder to achieve then others. This was one of the driving factors that had made his men so loyal to him. It didn't hurt that his perspective on life and ingenuity had helped them survive more then once in situations where conventional warfare would have had them dead. Nathaniel could be strict when necessary but never merciless or cruel. Such things bothered him and he was one to be sure to let you know.

History: Being a noble by birth Nathaniel had an easy life as a child. He spent most of his days running through the halls of the castle he would eventually be baron of. When he wasn't playing tricks on the servants and guests of the castle, he would be outside in one of the gardens admiring the beauty in nature and staring towards the sky always wondering if there was more to life. When he grew older his life changed drastically, as he was thrown into a war he was not ready for. His father had begun grooming him and thought him ready. Nathaniel wasn't as sure as his father was but had begrudgingly left with the knight he was to learn from. After years of senseless fighting and war he finally managed to retire to be Baron of the castle he once grew up in. He would spend the next fifty-seven years writing stories, working with potions and learning of the emerging sciences. Trying to find a way to move past the things he had done during the wars. To return to the dreamer and thinker he had already dreamed of being. He wrote lots of books filled with stories from his days at war, embellished to some extent of course. To adventures he had dreamed up as a kid or on a cool summer's eve as he would sit in the garden.

Even in his final years he would try to write daily even though it would amount to nothing more then an indiscernible chicken-scratch. He could barely even move from place to place without help and his the tremors in his body never ceased. His servants would find him passed out in the chair at his desk slumped over mounds of crumpled parchment, broken quills and spilled ink. It was in this exact position that they had even finally discovered him dead. He had somehow snuck away from his nurse again and had ended up choking on his own spit when he fell asleep.

Likes/Dislikes:
+Nature
+Writing
+Adventure
+Smoking
-Negativity
-Cruelty
-Cold Weather


Strengths/Weakness:
+Knowledge
+Combat Training
+Loyalty
-Stubborn
-Cold Weather
-Smoking

So begins...

Nathaniel Percy Bell's Story

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The sun began to rise on the small town of Mantua and the world sprung to life as the birds began to sing a beautiful earthy jingle. The town was bathed in the sunlight as the inhabitants of this small town awoke to face their everyday lives. The Blue Rose Inn was open 24/7 and had many visitors already arriving ordering rooms and meals. The Inn was bustling with life as more new arrivals came. Mantua was one of the portal towns. Where people from earth came to the dream world, so The Blue Rose was almost always busy. Today was no different.

Trenton sat at a table in the corner of the Inn and sipped some tea. The Inn was beautiful, the entire building was made of four trees that were manipulated to grow into three floors of pure nature. On top of the building there were many blue roses, where the Inn got it's name. Trenton sat in a corner examining the new arrivals. They all seemed so awestruck by this new world, but none of them could Trenton help. He had heard of three arrivals the day prior, and they weren't to happy to be dead and trapped in some weird afterlife. He would tell them of the stone, the stone that could set them free. It wouldn't be an easy quest, but everybody has to face their fears.

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Nathan stirred as he unconsciously felt the light hitting his eyelids. The warmth of the sun was bearing down on him as he laid sprawled out in the tall fertile grass. He breathed heavily the warm scent of the grass and air mixing in his nostrils. He opened his eyes immediately as he thought about it. He should be smelling parchment and ink and dusty old books and stuffy air and-. His thoughts stopped as he stared up at the greenish blue sky. Nathan raised his hand to cover his eyes from the bright light and was almost in disbelief as he stared at the back of his own hand. A look of bewilderment came over him as he moved it around and wiggled his fingers. It wasn't the crotchety wrinkled barely controllable hand he had been inwardly cursing last night as he furiously struggled to put thought to parchment. What he was staring at was impossible.

Quickly he got to his feet examining himself in astonishment. He was at least thirty years younger. After some time of staring blankly at himself and the world around him he finally realized once again that he wasn't in his office or even anywhere near his castle. The area was nothing like the swampy marshes of his home. The landscape was tall grass as far as he could see occasionally spotted with small to large patches of trees and shrubbery. As he spun around overwhelmed he noticed what looked like houses or structures of some kind in the distance. For some time longer he would just stand there taking it all in. A goofy grin plastered on his face. Eventually though he began to make his way towards the town. As he got closer he noticed people moving about in the fields around him and realized that the town itself was rather bustling.

As he moved into the swarm of people he eventually figured out that he wasn't the only one who had just awoken. There was a man screaming out obscenities at some non-existent being in the sky about being killed by a coward in his sleep. He also heard snippets from people as he moved about the town about this being a world of dreams or something to that extent. It was hard to hear and he wasn't about to make a fool of himself in case he was hallucinating again.

He spun around and stopped in awe once more at the building before him. It seemed to be woven from the very trees that held it. It was at least three stories large and appeared to be woven from the trees at the four corners of the building. Nestled atop the greenery that was the roof were vibrant blue roses. An intricate sign hung from a branch near the entrance that read, "The Blue Rose." People were pouring in and out and he could hear the sound of hearty laughter within. He was about to turn away when he smelled the strong hearty scent of food and was almost hypnotized by his angry stomach.

Nathan would make his way inside and talk the tavern keeper after he had been waiting for an opening. He learned that the world he was in was of dreams and fantastical things. That somehow he had been transported within when he died. Which meant that he had died last night trying to finish his final novel. This thought irritated him but he knew for now there was nothing he could do. He was persuaded by the man to stay the night here to get his bearings and given a free room. Nathan was grateful and thanked the man before disappearing into the crowd again.

After a strange night of sleep, which he had thought was silly for him to need to do in a world of dreams. But he had gotten tired eventually after his wonderful meal and retired to the room. He was sitting at a table with a few others listening to the stories they were telling. He had determined this morning he would try to learn as much about the place as possible.

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Trenton seemed to laugh as so many people started questioning where they were. It was no funny matter, but Maybe the innkeeper should put up a sign that said 'You have arrived in the Dream World's beautiful town of Mantua!', but seeing as he probably wouldn't do it Trenton pointed at a wall and imagined a sign on the wall saying such. He had to focus on fine details, what the sign was made off, how many particles made it up, what those particles atoms were made of...It was a fine science. Then the ink was even more complicated because he had to focus on the exact chemicals to make the ink black and bolded, but after about just thirty seconds of these thoughts racing through his head the sign appeared.

Trenton then turned around. "If you're in Mantua, which is where we are. Your body has died and your soul is stuck here. There's no waking up. However... If this world full of your wildest dreams doesn't satisfy you... You may speak to me later tonight at the Prancing Minotaur Tavern." Trenton stated eliminating all questions until later. He loved that everyone was so curious and hungry for this new knowledge, but he was getting swarmed by it.

Trenton then snapped and he had disappeared. He had only made his particles move to the Prancing Minotaur Tavern. Like teleportation. But after those tricks he was spent and almost passed out. "a little too much..." He told him self with a light hearty chuckle.

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"If you're in Mantua, which is where we are. Your body has died and your soul is stuck here. There's no waking up. However... If this world full of your wildest dreams doesn't satisfy you... You may speak to me later tonight at the Prancing Minotaur Tavern." A man said from behind Bella-Rosa. She turn just in time to see the man snap his fingers, and disappear. She gasped and looked around the room at everyone else. They were all standing around, staring where the man once was.

Then, realization hit Bella-Rosa like a ton of bricks. 'I'm dead.' She thought. 'I died in my sleep. My heart stopped. Oh my gosh, my disease killed me.' She thought, beginning to hyperventilate. She backed up against the wall, slid down it, and curled into a ball, breathing heavily.

"I'm dead." She whispered to herself. "I died." She began wheezing and coughing hysterically. She rested her head on her knees, wrapped her arms around her curled up legs, and wheezed into her legs, closing her eyes.

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Dov listened as Trenton spoke. He was not the least bit bothered by the fact that he was dead. To Dov, this had to be just another part of an inevitable cycle. Still, after seeing the man disappear into thin air, Dov couldn't help his curiosity. Besides, the Prancing Minotaur had to be close.

Standing up, Dov realized that he now wore a cloak. After investigating the cloak for a moment, noting the nice material it was made of, Dov began to walk forward. After about five steps, a small wolf pup appeared just in place to send the man head over heals, landing on his back. He then sat up, looking around for what he tripped on while holding his side which now mysteriously hurt.

The pup soon trotted happily over to Dov, who then looked down at the small animal. "Hey little guy. Are you what tripped me?" Dov said in a childish and loving voice as he picked up and began petting the puppy.

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The Innkeeper was getting tired of so many questions. "If you want to speak to Master Trenton, the tavern he spoke of is down the street towards the Evermoon. And before you ask What the Evermoon is, it's the red moon that's always in the eastern sky." The tall bearded Innkeeper said flustered. He then abandoned the newcomers and started handing out room keys.

Trenton sat in The Prancing Minotaur. It was a nice enough building made of a mixture of natural trees, but it had windows of stained glass depicting different scenes in mythology. one window depicted Theseus slaying the minotaur, another of Odin discovering Loki, Heracles defeating the Nemean Lion. It was truly beautiful with the art, ale, and beautiful bar maids. It was everything Trenton loved. He sat expectantly waiting for those people he had earlier met. He sensed a certain destiny about them that seemed to emanate a sort of power and greatness. It was about time for trenton to go on another quest anyway.

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He was learning a lot about this place just by listening to these guys. Nathan was still seated at the table listening to the stories and interrupting every now and then to ask a question. It appeared that not everyone who came here had powers but that some people did. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have any since he'd already been gifted youth once again. He figured there was no way he would win the lottery twice. He learned that once you ended up here you were pretty much stuck as no one could tell him how to get back home. He had inquired about what would happen if he were to die here but was just met with laughter. He figured they didn't really have an answer as to where you went and we probably just died for good.

Which was what he was zoned out thinking about when a man stood up and proclaimed to seemingly anyone that we had died and that if we weren't satisfied with this we should meet him in another tavern. He was going to just blow it off, after all he was starting to get a nice buzz and the stories he was gathering were pretty interesting. He had already learned of another town not far from here that he planned to visit in the next few days. Once he figured out how he was going to get some coin in his pocket. He was sure not every place was going to be as friendly as this one and just let him eat, drink and sleep for free. Then again, this was a place made of dreams. But the man who had previously been standing just a few feet from him disappeared with the snap of his fingers. He also noticed that people had quieted down as the man had begun to speak.

At the same time he noticed that a few others had recently come in and seemed as out of place as he did here. There was just something awkward to the way they fit into the people around them. The one who tripped over seemingly nothing before disappearing under the tables for some time. There was a girl who seemed to be having some sort of panic attack and another guy trying to apparently repeated whatever trick the important man had done. "At least I am not the only one new here. "

Once again though the thought poked it's way through his mind. He was dead and that man had absolutely confirmed it. It wasn't as bothersome a thing as you would think. He actually just smiled and thanked whatever force had made this possible. He knew it sure wasn't him and he sure didn't deserve this. But he was interested in at least hearing out what the guy had to say and made to stand. He said his farewell's to the people he had been chatting with and made his way out and through town until he came across one of the others. He was holding a puppy and standing in the entrance to a building he could only assume was the Prancing Minotaur. "Pft, what a name!" he thought as he silently followed the guy in and watched him make a b-line for the table with the man in the blue robe.

Instead of immediately following him he went to the bar and tested to see if he could get a drink or a smoke. He sure hoped that they had cigar's in this world. Even though he'd been given a second chance he wasn't above squandering it in booze and smoke. "Eh, give me a cold glass of yer worst and a fat one." Ordering it up he moved away from the bar in hopes of getting someone to bring it to him without him actually having to pay or explain anything up front. And headed straight to the table seating himself with a nod. "Nathaniel. What's this nonsense we are in?"

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Trenton was quite happy when one of the young men from earlier approached him carrying a small pup.

"So, I am still curious about the strange ways this world works. I tripped over this little guy. He was not there when I began walking." The cloaked man said.

Trenton smirked as the pup barked happily. He emanated such innocence and purity. "He's a soul." Trenton said barely looking up at this newcomer. "He's bound to you." Trenton said reading the soul of this pup, but looking into it's soul he saw a powerful beast deep inside. "Do take care of him, he has put his soul in your hands. Literally." Trenton said then looking up. His eyes were glowing blue as they did when he focused very hard. Trenton hadn't told him, but the soul was identical to his. They were the same soul, but two parts.

Then another man, older came over. Trenton couldn't help but laugh and lean back. This one was much older than he appeared, you appeared in the dream world in whatever form your soul truly was. At heart this old man was young.

"Nathaniel. What's this nonsense we are in?" The older man asked.

Trenton looked this man in the yes though as he examined his soul. His eyes began to glow again. This man was deep, almost as deep as Trenton himself. He was hard to read because of all the different things his soul was. A warrior, a child in imagination, a ruler, and a good man. "The nonsense as you call it, is that there is a way to get back to that body. The one you're in now, in the real world." Trenton told him, but the other man as well. He took a swig of his ale as the glowing in his eyes subsided. This older man was like Trenton, he could feel it. His imagination was immense and could easily be used as a weapon, but the blade that was his mind was dull and required sharpening.

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Dov took a moment to process the idea. He did not truly understand the concept, well not in detail. "So, which soul exactly? Is he a copy of my soul, my soul, or a completely different soul altogether?" Dov asked, tilting his head, and along with Dov, the pup did too. His voice only proved more of his curiosity.

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"So, which soul exactly? Is he a copy of my soul, my soul, or a completely different soul altogether?" Dov asked, tilting his head, and along with Dov, the pup did too. His voice only proved more of his curiosity.

Trenton sighed. He was tired of soul peering. He was already tired from his little teleportation act. He didn't need to waste some more energy to answer a question that had already been answered. "He's bound to you, he's a part of your soul." Trenton answered. He liked the curiosity, but asking the same questions would only leave them at a stalemate.

"So... What's your name friend?" Trenton asked the young man in the black cloak.

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"Dov. And one last question about the whole soul thing. Being bound to me, does that mean that I feel his pain? When I tripped over him at first, my side began to hurt without reason." Dov stated. His pup had now taken a few laps around the table with a cheerful gait. It seemed so full of energy and innocence. When the pup did finally stop, Dov began to rub the pup's head with his hand, causing the little wolf to tilt his head towards Dov's hand.

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Ryles chance to evade/escape the Manticore:

Awesomeness: 9/20
Logic: 9/20
Description: 16/20
Roll: 14/20

Ryle has 48% chance. He fails to evade the Manticores missiles.


One of the manticores horns flew straight into Ryles calf with great force, plunging into the flesh of his muscle and stopping at the bone. A very painful wound, but not life threatening. Yet. The manticore roared in delight and slowly wandered over to it's now incapacitated prey.

Trenton laughed. "you already know the answer to that Dov." Trenton told him. Then, something was ringing in his head. Trenton himself was just a dream, and there was a Nightmare nearby. He could always sense other dreams, good or evil. This one was far from good.

"Come with me." Trenton said. He grabbed the men by the wrists and his eyes glowed again, like they had when he manipulated the dream realm before. They didn't actually teleport this time, but more of levitated at a very fast pace through objects as if they were air. Trenton stopped when they were just a few seconds into the warp. They had arrived about a five minute walk out of Mantua, beside the crumpled figure of the other young man. "It shouldn't be this close to town!" Trenton cursed.

The manticore recoiled when three new targets appeared, but to it they were more food. The manticore launched out into a sprint and pounced at the man in the front who's eyes glowed with teeth bared and tail ready to sting.

Trenton raised his hand to the beast, but as it pounced, it passed right through him. Trenton himself being a dream couldn't directly effect the creature or even touch it. "Here!" Trenton shouted. With a wave of his hands The Nathaniel, Dov and Ryle were armed with swords and shields. "protect yourselves well. I won't let you die here." Trenton told them, then he dissappeared into thin air.

((footnote: This is an extreme amount of Godmodding on my part, but I can't let Ryle die this far into the RP...And; I want a little more action and excitement. This event will most likely scare the characters into wanting to go home, thus putting our RP in motion. If there is a problem with it I am willing to tweak this post.))

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Dov had just grabbed the pup before he was grabbed by Trenton. Next thing he knew, he had a new sword and shield in his hands. That was right before he noticed the, the whatever it was. He could make out the outline of a scorpion's tail and the body of a standard beast, of which he could not tell.

Dov's panic set in, strike at the biggest threat or die because you didn't. One could say that Dov only fled when he thought, like he didn't have a flight instinct, but instead a flight thought. Never the less, Dov charged the manticore with his shield up and his sword at his side. His target was the tail of the beast, planning the use the shield to stop the teeth and claws long enough for Dov to stab the tail near, or at, the poison sack. If he was lucky enough, his strike would leave the sword stuck in the ground and the tail.

Dov's whole logical analysis capabilities had kicked in. His choice of the tail as the first target came with this simple thought, 'The tail has poison that kills within a single hit, the claws and teeth do not.' And the thought for the attacking was 'Have to kill it before it kills me.'

All the while, the pup ran behind a tree, likely too small for the manticore to even notice.

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Nathaniel's mind was sent racing when the mystery man he would come to know as Trenton announced that not only was it possible to get back home. He could do so in this very body. What an amazing thought that was. But before he could open his mouth to say anything he seen Trenton's expression change to a more serious one. He reached out grabbing Nathan and the other man's wrists and his eyes began to glow. His protest was never heard as they seemingly began to float up, through the roof and into the air. They passed through the buildings, trees and people as if they weren't even real. It was a quick journey and experience though as he came to a halt in the thick of the woods. The light was waning but he could still see well enough. There was a man on the ground, one he noticed was from earlier, and what appeared to be some sort of lion not but a few feet from the man.

"It shouldn't be this close to town!" Trenton yelled before apparently trying to stop the creature. But it only passed through him like he was still unreal. Then he turned to them and shouted, "Here!" As he did so a sword and shield appeared in everyone's hands. It was apparent he wished for Nathan to help this man. The other man with him, Dov, charged forward almost immediately heading directly into the beast. Fool.

Moving forward a few steps, he bent down to check the wounded man. He had what appeared to be a large stinger-like bone lodged deep in his calf. Nathaniel had seen worse wounds from arrows but he knew the man was definitely not going to enjoy the next few moments. "I'm going to pull it but you will have wrap your own wound. Can you hear me? Do you understand?" He checked the man's face and he seemed to be lucid enough to have understood. He used the tip of his sword to cut a strip of the man's shirt quickly. Setting his blade on the ground he put the strip of cloth in the mans hand, removing the sword from his grip. Nathan then counted from three backwards aloud before yanking the spike out with a bit of trouble.

Soon as it was over he stood, no longer concerned with the man. He breathed deeply as he tightened the grip on his blade. Observing the situation between the lion like creature and Dov. Who was working his way behind the creature trying to attack it's tail. Knowing from experience that if the creature acts anything like an actual lion it wasn't going to allow that, Nathan charged forward yelling and clashing his sword against his shield trying to distract the creature for him. He was ready for it as he circled around to stay on the opposite side of Dov, hoping it would attack him instead of the fool.

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Dov:

Awesomeness: 18/20
Logic: 5/20
Description: 16/20
Roll: 16/20

Dov scores a 55% chance to hit the Manticore.... I want a 70 to actually do any major damage, anything 50 or over is a hit.

Nate:

Awesomeness: 15/20
Logic: 20/20 (Saviour bonus ;) )
Description: 18/20
Roll: 18/20

Holy shit! this is possibly one of the greatest posts I've ever seen evaluated, good job Quantum. The Manticore was successfully distracted by Nathaniel. (71% chance to distract the Manticore.)


The manticore roared furiously as the man disappeared and he began to get charged. The Manticore could easily hear the man coming from behind him. The manticore was about to turn around and attack when his ears began to ring. He turned an had his tail plates made of hardened scale slashed with a sword. (The sword bounced off of the scale Manticore has 98/100 health left)

His companion started to beat his shield in front of him. The Manticores sensitive ears were being overflowed with pain from the sound so the Manticore lashed out at this man, jaws wide open and aimed for his throat.

Trenton saw the manticore lash out at Nate. Trenton cringed and hoped to god they would be alright. Trento reached out a hand at Ryle and probed his consciousness. He was beginning to bleed out. They couldn't leave until the creature was dead however, then it may attack an unarmed farmhand, and start terrorizing the town. Trenton allowed some of his massive pool of energy flow into Ryle to help speed the healing of the wound, and it began to shut, the pain would still be there for a while, but in a few hours he would be completely well.

((I want to make some adjustments to this system so that the modifier can go up to 100% instead of just 80%. But what else could I evaluate? Give me ideas in OOC will ya?))

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The attack brought some incite to Dov. His targets main, or at least most dangerous, weapon was well protected. The beast was also now distracted by Nate. This meant that the two kill shots were wide open, the throat and the heart.

After only a single moment of thought, Dov continued his assault strategy. Shield up and sword held so that he could easily stab, Dov shot straight for the beast's throat. If he was right, one good strike could cause the beast to choke on its own blood.

Upon reaching the beast, two possibilities could occur, or so Dov calculated. The first would be that the beast maintained focus on Nate, and if this were to happen, Dov would put one foot on the nearest claw while he positioned the shield to be ready for an attack from the tail or back claw. Now on the front foot, Dov would use his hand with the sword in it to stab the beast's neck, hoping for a kill shot. The other possibility would be that the beast noticed Dov. In this situation, Dov would crouch so that his shield covered him from claws, teeth, and tail. As the beast would come into striking range, Dov would attempt to send his blade through the creatures mouth.

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Nathaniel could see as the creature was definitely in discomfort as he screamed and clanked his sword against his shield. His plan was working and the creature turned to face him. But at the same moment he had a thought that this might not have been the best idea. He stared the beast down as it angrily eyed him. He could both see and feel the rage within the creature as he stared at it's wild eyes. If it weren't so dangerous the beast would actually be pretty majestic. But he didn't have long to examine it before it moved to dash forward ready to easily crush him between it's jaws. Past it he could see that the man named Dov was trying to attack it again as he ran towards it from behind. Instead of rolling as he had previously planned on doing he waited staring into the open maw of the creature. It was obviously trying to take out his head or neck area by the way it tilted it's head and already had it's mouth open. He could almost feel the heat of his it's breath and smell the decay of past meals.

He didn't have time to think as he instinctively let his grip go on the handle of the blade, allowing it to free fall for only a fraction of a second before grabbing it by the blade and shoving his arm forward. He positioned the blade tilted in front of him so that when the creature closed it's mouth on him the blade would pierce flesh and inside before teeth would arm. This was a far riskier move but it would also allow for the other man to finish the hopefully stunned or seriously injured creature.

Soon as the blade was in position he would try to let go and pull his arm out before the jaws actually snapped shut, and he knew it was going to be close. He knew that because of the speed of the creature he would also likely regret both the impact of him and it's body or having underestimated the creature. Either way he was focused on saving both of these people and probably more if this thing killed them and got into the village.

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The manticore was too focused on Nate to care enough of what Dov was doing. The ringing in its ear caused it too slightly lost its balance but still, it was famished. It wanted to eat. In the path of his gaze, is Nate. Just as the man expected, the manticore lunged forward with its sharp saw like maw opened. Blood spurted out of the ceiling of it's mouth when the blade of the sword struck it. Unfortunately for Dov, the blade was lodged to deep to be pulled out, forcing him to abandon his sword to save his arm, just a microsecond before the manticore's jaw shut tight. Behind the massive creature, Dov added another wound to the manticore by stabbing it's throat which miraculously pierced through the brain. Just like Nate's sword, Dov's was stuck. With two swords lodged in it, it limped and fell, causing a small quake to shake the ground. Few leaves fell from close by trees, like slow waving green rain.