Sage darts underneath several flailing eyes as he stabs outwards with his rusted weapon, the sorry tool sliding gently through Spanks shell as the Rustlord squeals in pain before a rain of acidic slime falls upon the warden. dodging backwards several arrows fly past Sage, each landing in the hole cut by the warden and drawing a gush of green blood from the Rustlord as it glows an ominous black.
"Now what!? This insect is horrid to look at, has a disgusting array of skills, and now it has magic! Henny we need to kill this creature soon or we're on the menu instead!" Shouts Sage as he darts towards the archer, his weapon shattering several shadowy snails to pieces as they tried to sneak up upon the warrior.
"Thanks for the save, Try aiming in between the eye stalks. I can't give you a guarantee but whenever I played with the pet Rust lord my family had as a child it would always steer me away from that area. Might be a point of weakness." Henwick says as he uses his bow as a staff and brutally smashes it through the shell of another rust snail and into the gelatinous face of another behind it.
"Between the stalks....you mean those atrocious things that end in spiked tenderizers of death, swinging at me at throttling speeds? Henny you sure know how to show a man a good time, see you on the other side!" Sage says with a smile as he dashes towards the Rust Lords face, several tentacles slamming around him, cratering the surroundings and throwing up clouds of dust.
Sage dodges each strike, several hits barely skidding off of his skin and dress as he finally gets within striking range, his arm reared back as he slashes forward and severs several eyes that close in to defend a small unarmored patch of flesh between the stalks. A roar of fury and fear comes from the dreaded pet as it begins to furiously release blow after blow in front of it, the rain of attacks so quick that all that can be seen are small flashes of movement and the flying of shattered wood and stone.
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"Master, my pet will not last much longer and I have fears that the two man women will attempt an assault on you next. What are our plans of defense?" Shank asks in his hissing voice as I think about the question seriously. Looking around the room I see Spooky still recovering from his battle, the group of scritchers and the Despot, as well as Tyr and Slax. Seeing the strength of the warden and archer I can tell that Spanks won't last more than a few more minutes before falling, his first battle impressive but ultimately a failure due to his enemies high power. But we did manage to weaken them as a whole as I glance at the pulverized body of Chena, his corpse having been demolished several times over by the mace blows from Spanks, nothing more than bits of pastes and the odd bit of armor left of the man.
'Gorask, I summon thee as a servant of this master in his time of need. Your power is required to instill dread and death upon theses enemies of mine." I say ominously as my core glows a dread inspiring black and spectral chains appear wrapped around me.
"So soon? Very well then Lord Kyle, allow me to show you my might as well as bring a fetching gift for you to enjoy." Growls a voice that seems to come from the shadows dispersed around the room. Watching the largest of the shadows I feel relief as the Lanyo trundles from its depths, in its jaws is a largely muscled creature with pure white skin, its hair stringy and dust coated as its face is hollow and eyes flow with weakened rage.
{Species- Wight Berserker Lord Boss Class- D+ Description- Wights are undead creatures fueled by hatred and other negative emotions. Although powerful combatants very few of these creatures still maintain any semblance of rational thought and act out of pure instinct. Many wights will claim a territory as their hunting grounds and attack all who enter with no regard to their own safety or the well being of others. Berserker Wights are extremly savage and dangerous specimens of the species, hosting an array of abilities to allow it to fight beyond its natural capabilities as well as granting it a continual rage and bloodthirst. This Berserker is of a lord class meaning it earned its title by killing another wight of that class and allowing it to evolve into a stronger boss variety. Warning! This boss creature has powerful potential but cannot be reasoned with. Boss creatures evolution line will not allow it to have free thought! It can attack and kill its dungeon core!}
"That creature was living in the wooded area you mentioned before I left. It put up a decent struggle but was sadly not my match. I thought you may possibly have a use for it." Gorask says as he throws the boss creature in front of my core and a tattoo appears on its neck before it disapears.
'Thank you Gor, very thoughtful of you. In exchange I offer you a chance to kill two worthy opponents. One is an archer who seems to be a fae, the other a human spirit warden. Teach them the meaning of dread.' I say, my voice taking on an icy quality as everyone in the room looks at my core in surprise.
"Damn Kyle... you almost sounded like an actual dungeon lord for a second. Impressive." Tilly says as we watch Gorask leave towards the entrance to the core room.
'You really think so? I've been practicing in my head all this time! So glad I didn't sound like an idiot.' I mumble in embarrassment before looking back at the screen to see Spanks fall onto its side with Sage standing atop it, that cruel rusted weapon jammed to the hilt within the Rust lord as it releases a last cry of agony before going still.
"Watch now Kyle, the lanyo is now considered a wandering boss while here and is about to show you why I brought him to you. This should be a treat to watch!" says Eri from beside me, a smile on her face as the room the two adventurers are in is shrouded in a wave of shadow before a hissing voice surrounds them.