Post by Krad Zephyros on Apr 1, 2013 11:35:41 GMT -5
"I-I'm okay...but we don't have to continue." Krad paused when he heard the Myrthra’s voice. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me... You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me..." Her words were uneasy. They were nervous, like the young boys of Krad’s former tribe during their coming-of-age survival test. "...This... isn't worth your life... nothing is. I-I cant see you hurt... Not ever. I just cant.." He listened to her concerned words, but his eyes were focused on the living rock forming more hostile creatures. The air was thick with growing tension, panic, and uncertainty. Fear sprinkled around the young Myrthra like the crimson snowflakes that filled the halls. Krad stood tall nonetheless. He faced the two rock creatures as he faced all challenges. A barrier of confidence shielded him from any uncertainties.
”You’re scared.” His words were blunt like the Mythril sword, which he prepared for battle. “It’s fine, though.” His words softened like a gentle breeze. “I understand completely what you’re feeling.” He continued as he raised his sword towards his mid-section, and took hold of the gray scarves that acted as the weapon’s sheathe. “But we’re not gonna lose.”
As more confidence radiated from the blue-haired knight, so did a steady current of air radiate from the covered sword. The twin scarves shuttered at his touch. They roused when his strong hand gripped them, and a strong breeze poured from beneath them as he pulled back a single tie. “The best way to get over your fears,” His voice raised with the rising volume of the hallway. “Is to face them head on!” He pulled tighter against the scarves. A flash of Mythril blue escaped from under the gray coverings and more air gushed out, like pressure being relieved from a can of soda. “Don’t think about pain! Don’t think about loss! ‘cause in a life-or-death situation, there’s only one possible goal: Win!” As he tugged on the scarves, visible streams of gray air burst from underneath the cloth. The knight’s clothing levitated in the unnatural wind. He appeared as a heroic warrior gathering strength for a final strike. His arching spikes danced with the unnatural winds and it seemed as if the air created around the two of them protected them from the weight of fear.
Krad’s sword sounded like it was screaming to be unrestricted. It almost seemed alive. A conscious being awoken from hibernation after catching a whiff of its next meal. It roared like the empty belly of a Wyvern, and the scarves flailed like flags caught in a hurricane. The air it created, however, felt empowering. Though it was a great beast, this monster of a weapon was on their side. It’s very presence increased the morale of the two adventurers as its winds poured into the caverns. The rock-creatures who formed radiated their intent to spill blood, but the powerful winds of Krad’s blade fought back against this looming presence. Combined with the adventurer’s confidence, it seemed as if no goal was impossible. No mountain was to high and no rock was too dense.
“Meiling.” His words were commanding. “I’m gonna need your claws.” Taking the very advice the Mythra herself provided, Krad devised a strategy to overpower the rock creatures. If he could draw their attention by means of a frontal assault, the tiger-Mythra could flank them; using her powerful claws to sever the crimson veins that fed life to the monsters. “I’ll rush in and grab their attention. You hang back until you see an opening, and then claw those red strings to pieces!”
A hungry grin spread across the knight’s face. Battle was quickly becoming a stranger as he spent so much time traveling through space. His heart, however, was that of a warrior, and it is fed by battle. His very veins carried fight throughout his system, and he was ready to feast on the adrenaline of a good fight.
“Alright!” With one final tug, Krad ripped away the grey scarves that once protected the world from his mighty blade. Now, freed from its cage, the Mythril beast roared with the fury of a hurricane and, in the fiery light of the hallway, it shone with the beautiful azure light of deep sapphire. As if fearing the might of the weapon, the twin scarves than once sealed this terrible beast quickly retreated around Krad for protection. Their ends magically laced together with the magical winds they held within them and tied themselves around his neck before falling in four long tails around the warrior; completing his outfit.
The great storm from Krad’s weapon was finally beginning to rest now. His sword glimmered like a hundred individual sapphires were smelted together to forge its steel. The knight emitted confidence and focus like the sun emitted heat. “You ready, Meiling?” There wasn’t a shred of fear or insecurity in his heroic blue eyes. He was ready for a fight. He was ready for victory.
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OOC: Took a week to make this post, lol. Sorry for the long absence.
OOC: Took a week to make this post, lol. Sorry for the long absence.