Mending a Broken heart [1/3]

Mending a Broken heart [1/3]

Pixie killed. 5 Elo points were gained. Not Items dropped.

Pixie killed. 3 Elo points were gained.

Mutated Frog killed. 1 Elo points gained.

Elo Rating Levelled up.

[Name: Junya Wotanbe]

Level: 2

Elo: 9/30

Blessing: Fallen Slaughter (Angel)

After his grotesque slaughtering of mobs, their blood-splattered and stained his figure. Time and distance became only a figment of his imagination as he let his instincts guide him through the thicket.

Like a young soldier on the front lines, all Junya desired was to kill, to find another living thing excited his gruesome body, sending shivers running up his spine only at the thought.

With his ever-growing ignorance to the passing days, Junya ran only guided by his pure animal will.

While in a crazed hunt of smaller Mobs his head snapped in the direction of a sudden noise.

"Humans"

Junya gruffed hoarsly in a voice that was not his own. This was Junya's first word since he left the Sheltered town of Berger and it was the first time for what seemed like decades he could kill properly again.

His body flashed into the distance, like a light in the dark, running toward his new victim. He moved silently, even his tailwind seemed to inherit stealth.

Junya's figure saw a man through the multitude of trees blocking his way. The man wore a long black cloak, covering his mouth and shrouded him in mystery. His eyes were dark and slick black hair coated his head,.

Junya speed started increasing wildly as he started darting through the trees. His longing for a successful hunt fueled his body. Kill. Kill. Kill

Ability Unlocked: Asura Step (Beginner)

Junya gained a sudden burst of incredible speed. Arriving at his target in second. He towered over the man, glancing down to his nape. His sword gleamed menacingly by his side before swishing in a quick motion towards the neck.

A loud clang and a teeth-gritting screech rung out. Seemingly the man had blocked Junya's murderous attack with a blade of his own.

It was a sleek but thin, black, blade that was barely unsheathed.

"A new Mob, I thought our index had all of them already." The man said uncaringly. Although he lacked proper form or caution - a seemingly suicidal attempt - he warded off Junya with a single-handed grip.

Nevertheless, the man never lost any ground.

"It seems obviously weak, something must have happened to it." The man said leering it. Observing Junya's clumsy technique.

His position shifted and he forced his sword through Junya's blade. It sliced the blade in half, cutting Junya between his pinky and index finger.

It was only when the blade was fully unsheathed that, it revealed a bright white text inscribed along the side. Mysterious and threating, the baleful aura the sword gave off was anything but ominous.

Junya was seething with rage at his injured hand, even more so he sensed the aura of the sword threatening his own superiority. However, killing would make it much more gratifying.

"Hmph, Guess there is no harm in seeing what you're made of." The man flicked his blade toward Junya, seeing the look of tenacity in his eyes. He swished his coat aside, giving a glimpse of his muscular form.

Junya recognised this blatant motion of challenge, his murderous single-mindedness left him with the pure desire to kill. Rushing towards the man using his new found ability, Junya's severed blade turned into six as he swung at the man. Vibrating with the intent to kill.

The man never attacked but instead watched how it fought. It was a battle maniac with no battle sense at all. It even seemed to lack sentience to notice danger, or rather never cared. Any normal Mob would have run away from him when they sensed his power, however, this one didn't.

However, the man never attacked, expertly dodging Junyas poor attempts he analysed his fighting patterns. It was a battle driven being yet, it held no ability at all. It seemed that it severely lacked sentience and the capacity to sense danger, or rather never cared in the first place.

He calmly clashed with Junya, exchaging blows with the creature to understand more.

Still, there was something that grew more terrifying wih his realization.

With each slash of the sword the Mob grew ever stronger. Like a slow flood that overflowed the river banks, it was subtle yet noticeable.

'A scary one' The man assessed. 'It seems the trade-off for being its stupidity is demon-like strength. If there was ever a stronger Mob like this its presence sure would be a nuisance'

After exchanging a few more blows the man grew tired of the trick he had seen. While he admired the speed of the Mob, it wasn't much for him.

However, Junya was growing increasingly angry realizing his pig to slaughter was not faultering.

Ability Unlocked: Demon Crash (Beginner)

Bam!

A loud noise rang out from Junya's next strike. It sent an intense wave of power onto the mans defending sword, sending small vibrations echoing throughout it. The man was shocked - obviously-, but his face remained indifferent and cold.

'It can unlock abilities the more it fights, but can barely use them. It's a scary power to have but there has to be some trade off' The man pondered.

'Wait what the fuck, Mobs can't learn abilities'

The man face twisted into a confused expression 'Was the mob holding back? It seemed possible, but if it was dumb enough to rush him this possibility was unlikely.

He dug his left foot into the ground and kicked the Mob into the sky. As it came barreling down he hooked into its stomach with a controlled strength.

Leaving the Mob stunned, he stabbed swiftly toward its heart, piercing right through. The Mob only made feeble attempts towards the man's throat but, slowly its body started to lose its strength. As the blood pumped out onto the ground the body slouched against the sword.

'Hmm blood, annoying'

The man thought, glaring at the blood that tainted his sword. He thought nothing of killing the Mob and threw the body briskly off the weapon before wiping the blood on his blade onto his coat.

After it was back to the original mystique. He sheathed it.

'It would be nice to have one of those space things, compression sacks can't carry new Mob species' The man reluctantly pulled out a special black bag and looked toward where he felt the corpse of the Mob.

'F*ck, why do I have to be right, Mobs really can't learn abilities'

The man cursed. Instead of a Mob body, a boy with badly charred skin and a piercing wound to his chest lay before him. It was illegal to murder humans and more of a crime since the human population plummeted, punishable by death.

However, he wasn't an irrational man, instead, he remained calm.

'I can probably get away with murder at least once. I've done so much for Guram. Besides no one is here' The man considered. 'I could dice the body, ask Ignos for a solid'.

The man sighed, 'I should stop pretending I even care'

Ignoring the corpse, he began to walk away.

Cough Cough Cough!

Junya heaved blood that had accumulated in his chest.

Glancing back he eyed Juya, watching him struggle to breathe. Hitting the heart was crucial in any situation. Failing to strike its heart meant he was caught lacking.

He went to inspect how far he missed by until his eyes widened. He clutched the ID tag from around Junya's neck and peered closer.

"Wotanbe?!"

The man repeated in disbelief. Shock was plastered over his face, indicating he knew the name well.