The Rift boss now known to the invaders as Tyr, let out an almighty laugh.In front of his eyes was a floating message.The message was for an accomplishment.
"Finally I completed it.." a wide grin upon his face. Tyr had been a Rift boss for awhile now and after his first bout with a group of invaders a floating window had appeared in front of him. The window had been new to him, yet there was a familiarity to it almost as if it had always been ingrained into memory that something like this would happen.
The window had congratulated him for defending his first rift.Back then he was just called Tyrian the blank, he himself didn't get why he was called the blank. The window was also explaining after congratulating that he would become the proud owner of the law system.
The law system was not your typical system,it would evolve as the holder completed a set of accomplishments allowing a more diverse system but at the same time it allowed the user to level up.
Over the last few years Tyrian had been completing the first set of accomplishments from the system which seemed to be easy at first as he went through each one,upon completion of a set of accomplishments a new aspect would be given to him.
The first was speech, an unusual aspect for a Rift boss since why would he, a boss, need to speak? As time went on he became immune to taunts from another set, the ability to mask his own fear from another.
Whilst he was doing these tasks he would try his hardest to unlock more aspects, hopefully one day being able to leave the room he was confined in. With this most recent set of accomplishments he had finally gained the ability to leave as well as unusually a new name.
The last task he completed was a difficult one for him as it meant he had to basically lose a hand. It didn't say which. Just a hand, he had been trying for a while to complete this task. An invader had to cut it off,somehow it had registered even though his wrist had been cut only three quarters of the way through.The answer to this however was not the cut from the tank itself but from an attack that he had just took the grunt of after discarding the tank.
The attack was a stray spear of ice that came from one of the invaders that were between him and his greatsword. Induced by the fear they were feeling from this unusual foe in front of them, the spear they had created and thrown was not as accurate as they wanted, but it still managed to hit. Directly upon the wrist where the tank had slashed severing the last remaining muscles and skin that were still connected together.
After the laugh that came from Tyrian the invaders all snapped out of the fear they currently had from seeing Tyrian's name changing to Tyr-God of Justice and war. The lady who had been supplying buffs to the tank changed tactics out of fear and frantically started casting her buffs on everyone in the group near Tyrian's greatsword. With which they were eternally grateful now that the tank was put out of action for the foreseeable future.
Without even acknowledging the fact that his own wrist had been cut off, Tyrian now Tyr had rushed towards the buffer, in what seemed like just a simple few seconds avoiding attacks that were aimed at him from various parts of the room, grinning as he reached her. If the invaders looked closely at his eyes they'd notice they were fixated upon not her but her chosen weapon of choice, a staff of pure white wood, with words written upon it in a language that was not unknown to him, the language of the Aesir. The Aesir were old gods, his new name sake was that of the original god of justice and war yet he himself was not aware of this fact just yet.
Tyr grasped for the staff but the buffer had slipped up as he reached her, trying to avoid anything he did. As she fell Tyr swore to himself before lowering himself down and gripping the staff which in turn stopped the buffer hitting the floor.Lifting the staff as she still held it, Tyr showed no hesitation In trying to dislodge her, he had gone to try and grip her wrist with his other hand but had forgotten it had just been severed from his body. How he dislodged her was quite simple; he literally headbutted her with just enough force to knock her out.
After he had gained the staff he spun around upon his heels and grinned wildly as he checked the balance of the staff in his hand within the way he intended to use it, it felt natural to him almost as if it was created solely for him. It was a staff used for magic but in his hands, or in fact his hand, he would use it for pure physical means.
He dashed forward, whilst the rest of the invaders were flinging spells and arrows upon him, swinging the staff around to parry the arrows, he was constantly dodging from side to side. Moving in unpredictable patterns to try and evade the speed, after all a fireball to the face? No thanks!
Each second felt like eternity for the invaders, why was a boss suddenly a god? Wave after wave of attacks they sent out upon Tyrian, trying to whittle his health down, fortunately they had achieved hits upon him, a few upon his arms, one of their ice users even managing to puncture his right leg with a spear. Slowly but surely they noticed he was slowing down.
Each hit he took Tyrian swore internally, the ones who came before were nothing like this group. His punctured leg was slowing him down which in turn allowed more attacks to hit his body. He came to an absolute halt, thinking of ways to get out of this predicament.