POV: Morrigan
The crazy mist lady was still parading around. He could hear her, singing? Something about it chilled him to the very bone. Once again the fear of death would start to settle in. What would she do to him? Was she going to chop him up into little pieces and put them on display? Shivering at the thought he would glance over at the stone. Anxiously observing it, the system gave him this. But what was its purpose?
[Take ahold of the weapon.]
Weapon? How was a rock a weapon? Was he supposed to just throw it at the mist lady? Currently not having much left to lose, he impulsively grabbed the rock closing his eyes in the process. A moment passed by and he opened his eyes. "Well that wasn't very-" A light would boom from the rock. "GOD FUCKING-" After yet another flash bang, he would recollect himself. Spotting aโฆ small crimson shield? It had a insignia on it, but he couldn't recognize it.
[Cache has been unlocked! 2/???]
[{[{IN DANGER, WAIT FOR INFO}]}]
Sitting there dumbstruck, he would fail to notice a spear of mist heading straight towards his head. But the shield did, it flew in front of the spear and dispersed it immediately. Was this thing invincible? He would soon find out as he was barraged with a flurry of spears. Just barely making it out alive. Unfortunately not unscathed, a spear went through the back of his left arm. Leaving a gaping hole in the joint . Opposite of the dislocated shoulder. A hysterical laugh would escape the mist lady "Having fun yet hero!? This is just the beginning!" Yelling back as he ran "NO YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH."
The way she ran creeped him out, half of her was mist and the other was wide eyed with a twisted smile. Luckily the shield blocked most of the spears. The ones that weren't caught by the shield made him dive in random directions. Psycho mist lady started to get creative, she threw a huge cluster of spears spread out enough to not be caught by the shield. While the shield was blocking those she threw a single larger spear at him. At this point she was aiming to kill him and it was clear.
Turning a corner, just barely seeing what happened. A cloaked figure grabbed him and the two teleported somewhere else. Confusion struck him as he looked around, he was on the other side of town? The buildings didn't resemble the ones in the slums whatsoever. 'Who!?' His eyes bolted around, trying to figure out who saved him. But no one was there, it was just him and a homeless person leaning against the alley wall. Looking at the person he would furrow his brows, what just happened. The bleeding and immense exhaustion made him pass out.
[{[{[INFORMATION AVAILABLE.]}]}]
[Mission updating, 2nd taskโฆ]
๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ
Miraculously when he woke up, the pain from the spear in his arm was gone. When he looked at the injury it was gone? Looking around again he was still in the same place, just now it was the next day and it was 6pm. He still had plenty of bruises dotting his body, but it seemed that the most pressing injuries disappeared.
His shoulder was dislocated though, man would that be a bitch to pop back into place. As he tried to find ways to put it back in place, he failed to notice a group of thugs cornering a woman near the entrance of the alleyway. 'Can I catch a break!? Please!?' It seemed like everything was out to get him. In a fit of anger he slammed his shoulder back into place, holy shit did that hurt.
The thugs that entered the alleyway heard him cry out in pain and started to laugh at him. Saying things like ๐๐๐ค'๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐๐ง? ๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ, ๐จ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ข ๐ช๐ฅ? Finally noticing them he would glare in their direction. They all seemed to be drunk out of their minds. Raising up his fists he would prepare for a fight. Moving on from the woman they barely made it even a few feet towards him before one passed out. One of the four laughed at their fallen comrade, only to be met with a fist in the face.
Being caught off guard, the one that was punched stumbled back. Laughing at the attempt. "That's all ya got little man? I thought you'd be a bit tough, I mean look at you!" He pointed at the visible bruises all over Morrigans body. "Stay back boys I got this." 'Fuck, shit fuck.' Looking around he would realize how screwed he was, there was no way out of the alleyway. He would have to either zoom past these bozos or beat them up. The ladder option being nearly impossible. That shield thing was nowhere to be seen. It appears to be a single time use.
[Call for the arcane.]
'What? What even is that?' As he looked at the notification he would get a face full of fist. Knocking him to the ground immediately. "ARCANE THING COME HERE PLEASE-" The thug who just punched him looked at Morrigan for a second. Bursting out into laughter thinking Morrigan went insane. "Ha! The little man lost his marbles! I almost feel bad." Unbeknownst to the thug, Morrigan revived the crimson rock. Just in a less flashbangy way. It kind of just appeared in his hand.
Getting up triumphantly he would try to shake off the ringing in his ears and the dizziness. Holding the stone in his hands he would wait there, any minute now. The stone will turn into the shield and he would be able to win this. But it didn't. It stayed in his hand, did he need to be in danger of death to activate it? Well he was right now!! Fuck it, he ran up to the thug jumping into a left hook. Time seemed to slow down, his fists started to glow red. Gauntlets started to form around his fists. When one connected to the thugs face he folded like a lawn chair. "DAMN."