He was shook as he was took by a stranger. He judged it was the Leap skill from a Lord Partizan, and now he was facing a small group, whom Ulric was taking part. He was still under the effects of alcohol, and so he offered a small grin, his quirkiness showing up. “I don’t think it would be nice of me to not give a little challenge for you. I’ll accept your offer under one condition,” he said as he rose one finger, “let’s make this a hide ‘n seek quest. I’ll be hiding in a dungeon of my choice, but you probably know which one already. Deal?”
Without the Partizan’s answer, he unsheathed his swords, profiting the fact that the partisan was flying backward into a river. “Oh, and also…” he leaped over the partisan to his back, finishing his sentence: “…I don’t like to be shook like this.” He slashed his sword upward to launch Ulric in the air, where most people were vulnerable. He jumped into the air, chaining a combo on the defenceless character, launching him back into the ground. He finished the execution with a front flip. The attack only meant to knock of half of the partizan’s health bar, but knowing him, it probably dealt less. Besides, they were in the city, which mean no damage was dealt.
When he landed on the ground, he chuckled warmly. “Later,” he said as he ran away, disappearing to the undescribed dungeon. It was an open world were wyvern and other kinds of reptiles ruled the desert-like land. Sonowills always found himself close to his homeland when he visited this dungeon, and sometimes refuse to even fight the smallest reptile. He prowl around to find a spot to sit on in the waiting of the small party to find him. He chose the top of a boulder near the end of the cliff. The dragonoid watched the wasteland and its inhabitants, feeling the end of the land connecting with his. The wind embraced his face in such a way that he didn’t feel the same anymore.
It took time, but Sonowills was connected to his character. He closed his eyes, tilting his head like if he was trying to hear something. For him, there was a faint roar in the background. At first, he thought it was a bug in the system that made the sound play for him, but he realised that the roar bared a significance in the draconian language. Being a huge nerd, or the fact he felt like being native to the language, he could translate it to Come to me… What a weird choice of location for that sound. Anyways, even with the impulse he has, he felt like ignoring the call, waiting for the others to find him.
( Note: I know there is a huge godmodding in there, but I just wanted to clear out that I’ve talked to Pulse before posting. )
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