The boss doors opened to the team of rift invaders.Slowly but surely they entered wary of any sudden ambushes that may happen like the last rift they had been to invade within which they had lost a few members of their team,they were here to test a few new eligible invaders to help them upon their future endeavors.
"Who goes there"
They all froze,unaware of where the voice was coming from.The youngest of the group a scrawny looking kid who looked to be about 18 merely stopped and fell upon the floor in a mess,evidence it was his first time within a rift.The rest looked around trying to find the voice,fear evident upon all their faces.A rift boss had never spoken before.This voice,it couldn't be the boss could it?
"I said who goes there?" A sudden burst of flames erupted at the furthest wall opposite of the door they just all walked through,old lanterns had be lit like someone flicking on a light.The sudden burst of light illuminated a single figure who was merely stood there with a greatsword that was firmly planted tip first into the ground.From the distance the group was they could not make out the features of the boss,the could tell however that the boss was of medium build.
A brawny built gentleman slowly stepped forward from the group,his eyes never once leaving the boss yet the boss,even from the distance he was,could see fear trying to be hidden within them.the guy merely equipped a shield as if from nowhere,like that seen in a game where players could equip new equipment on the fly,covering his front incase the boss rushed upon him and then the rest of the group.It was obvious he was the tank of the group as well as the leader.
" we are the Fenrir guild,Who are you?" the gentleman resounded to the boss.Slowly creeping closer and closer,trying to keep the attention of his foe upon himself so that his fellow guild members could make their way around the room,a good effort was made before all that was heard was a single loud laugh coming from the boss.
"The Fenrir guild?You are no Fenrir!"suddenly his eyes looked towards the young kid who had collapsed upon the floor."evidently enough this scrawny kid here is the weakest of the lot of you.He will remain there till we are finished."
Suddenly with that the boss rushed forward leaving his greatsword still firmly planted in the ground.It was as if something had clicked within the bosses head,His eyes fixated upon the tank.A lady in the ground of invaders started casting spells,whilst hidden in the back of he room, that were also fixated upon the tank.These spells were buffing him but the boss knew that already from the way she had already casted before anything had happened to the tank.
Whilst this was happening some more members had taken the opportunity to get themselves between the boss and his weapon just in case he went back to it,expecting the boss to be able to think logically due to its ability to speak.
"What is this thing!" some of them were screaming out of fear,launching attacks left right and center as it dashed towards the tank still,unfazed by their attacks as they hit.Until suddenly the tank moved in one swift motion with his shield and roared out at a tremendous pitch as he tried to block the boss but the boss had seen through that,gripping onto the top of the shield and knocking it down with strength that seemed to be stronger than it should of been for the build of the boss.The bosses blood red eyes were not fixated upon the tank like it should of been,instead it was focused upon the buffer of the tank.
The tank swore under his breath,why didn't his roar gain the aggro of the boss! He couldn't help but begin to sweat,this guy was different,in previous invasions his roar had always worked.The roar itself was simple,it was an ability that he had been given upon reaching the age of 16 and had perfected it over the last 9 years.All he had to do was roar and any monster within 20 meters would automatically go straight for the tank.
Without thinking the tank swapped his shield out within a millisecond for a sword and slashed with enough force to cut nearly three quarters into the bosses left wrist.A feat only possible by someone who's main attribute was strength.A smirk appeared upon the bosses face,he used this moment to suddenly grip the shoulder of the tank with his right hand and spin around due to the sword being firmly lodged between his muscles and bone. The attacks that the boss had been shrugging off all this time had now had a new target infront of them.Crying out in pain the tank took the attacks.The healers were screaming for their comrades to stop as they couldn't heal the tank in time for the next barrage of attacks that were already incoming.
Yet the boss did something unexpected,It threw the brawny build tank that it was holding out of the way of the next attacks and merely took them head on,now everyone had frozen.They had just witnessed a boss save a comrade from being killed mercilessly.
Then they all noticed the bosses name floating above its head.
Tyr-God of justice and war.