Covak, a world so rich, and beautiful that it had made Gods envious. A world where finding a giant node of gold is common. A world where stories of heroes prevailing against creatures from the depths of hell are not only bedtime stories told to children, but also history taught to the young academic minds of the next generation.
A world where dragons and hovering buildings of metal are often seen flying side-by-side. And a world where gods are often found within the confines of their marble temples built by hand or machine by mere mortals.
Though, with such extravagant accommodaties for all bipedal, avian, and insectoid beings. One might think, if one thinks hard enough.
"How often are wars?"
Well to answer the question. Often enough as to seeing your father or brother being sent to their likely demise is common practice for every household. One to many families have been broken and torn, along with countless bloodlines lost all for naught.
Yes, this world is in a constant state of warfare. When one conflict ceases another arises. The selfish greed of empires take the lands of their neighbors, and the people of said neighbor are either executed or sold to slavery depending on their beliefs, all of which is fueled by the eternal hatred of their God towards the latter.
Brother upon brother, father after father, empire from empire the battle never ends. Lands charred and inhabitable for years. Bodies flow down the stream of the river, poisoning the water supply of a village which in turn steals from their neighbors. Scavengers feast on every bloody battlefield.
Man, woman, and child raped then sold to slavery. Rights do not exist in the minds of these soldiers. Rules do not apply when you are about to be struck down. Laws are meaningless when the lord does not care.
Everyday, the morning sun illuminates the conclusion of a battle, bloody and brutal, corpses sprawled about the battlefield. To most this sight would be repulsive, but to a certain few, it is a beautiful masterpiece.
But a very miniscule few see this as hope, hope that this may be the final battle. That they would not have to turn another field of grass into a graveyard.
Yet, they could only hope. But, now they won't have to. A government finally steps up. A government neither controlled by demons or wrathful gods. A government solely controlled not by beliefs, but by trust. Trust in one another, that together they may end the strife and struggles that plagues this world.
They will no longer their faith in the hollow lies of Gods, but in the actions of mortals. And they will succeed, no matter how long it will take. No barrier shall block them from their goal be it the devil, Gods, or the world itself.
For this is EPSILON and they will carve the way for peace.
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On an old dirt road, battered and worn by the steps of travelers over the years, a blue haired boy happily skipped, jolly and excited. This is because, today us the day he finally gets into epsilon
"I can't wait! It's always been my dream to be a soldier like my father. And today is the day I finally become one!" he joyfully thought.
Our view shifts into a young gra'ark. Trecking through the thick brush of the forest. Pushing away any stray branches as to not let his backpack get torn, nor does he want his glasses to be knocked off.
Though, he does get bonked from time to time, and backpack snag on few occasions. His red hulking stature of 7.5ft isn't making traveling through the brush any easier.
He sighed as his backpack once again get snag on a branch. He pulled his backpack towards him, though the branch this time was rather sharp.
Several contents of his backpack flood out like a tidel wave. And with a "oh dear" he scrambled about the ground to grab his belongings lest he wants to lose any thing of importance. Per say, lunch bag his mother prepared last week contained within a paper bag empowered by a frostbite crystal he made in his youth.
As our poor gra'ark scrambles for his belongings, our view changes into that of a cockpit, a 2 seated cockpit. With the bare minimum amount of controls to keep it in air.
A fair angel, skin as pale as snow and hair milky white and smooth. Her sky blue eyes furrowed in determination.
For she will become the high admiral of epsilon's first battalion. She smirked as the thought of becoming high admiral in the first month or so. Well she technically and probably can.
She's skilled in close quarters combat, has and mastered aerial, ground, and aquatic combat, technically, she has mastered 1 fighting style that's just adept to all areas, but tomato tomato.
She's a linguistic expert due to angels natural proficiency at learning and mastering skills. She had to learn multiple languages for business opportunities after all. The again we're already a corporate giant.
"maybe if I show them I'm quite adept with wild magic." she thought, her left hand moving away from the wheel and opening and closing to create a green ball of fire.
"I'll be considered as the top candidate." She whisked the flame away. Her eyes widening in anticipation and excitement.
She slowly sped up, all excited at the thought of becoming her family's first high admiral. she had a spent too much time convincing her overprotective father to let her do this. And after finally proving her self she has now gotten the green light.
She look towards her side mirror. The familiar mountains slowly disappearing over horizon. Only one thought coursed through her mind at that moment.
"I'll make our family proud dad" she smiled at the thought of her father. "especially you."
Unbeknownst to her a letter sat idly behind the several luggages her personal butler made her bring. And on it read
"Goodluck on your journey my sweet pumpkin.
I know this stuffy old mansion of ours is
Getting boring.
I hope that you find what your looking for and
More. You can always come back
If this job hurts too much
And always remember, I will always love you
-You daddy dearest
Ps. Don't date anyone"
The bundles of clouds left behind by the aerial vehicle's engines part ways to to reveal a pattered dirt with a road head riding down the road, and to his side a large river glistening under the rays of the mid morning sun.
He took the last bite of his protein bar, before discarding it near the riverbed. The roar of his engine emitted toxic carbon into the atmosphere.
He checked the time on his watch and nodded. "Plenty of time." he said.
Later, an item in his pocket rang. He brought out said item out of his pocket whilst he was driving. I think you can guess where this going. Roads near a river and not paying attention while driving is rarely a good combination.
The item in question was oval-shaped. It had 4 spikes that arch into the one nearest to it. Red symbols are engraved along the edges. It's centerpiece was smooth and black, black as midnight yet it reflects the sunlight.
The man pressed the center of the device and pressed a button with a horn. "Elidor Belphagor, 5th prince of hell. Commander of-, ah f*ck it."
He said in a irritated tone. "it's Elidor who the f*ck is this?"
There was silence, only with the sound of a engine running and the occasional chirp of the birds could be heard. Everything was silent until...
"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT" Yelled the device.
"OH F*CKING SH*T" Kreain exclaimed as his motorcycle wobbled and toppled down into the river bed. He dropped his device on the road before he went to go take a splash in the river, involuntarily.
As the rippling of river slowly subsided. A dark shade of color slowly engulfed water, and from the serenic blue it had been it became blood red. Once again the rippling came, only this time rather than going away from the point of impact it seemed to move around and almost pour off the edge of the glass.
A slight jolt came, and out pour the red wine unto the carpeted floor, the thighs of someone barely managing to move away from the down pour.
"HEY" yelled a voice. "DO THAT AGAIN AND I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT."
The voice belonged to that of a pale woman. She flicked her long black-silky hair over her shoulder using her free hand.
A voice can be heard from behind the red hue curtains of the carriage she resided in. And it said" rattle rattle rattle rattle."
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." She huffed to the rattling noise, as if she understood every word. "How much longer till we arrive?" she asked.
"rattle rattle rattle."
"Good to know." she twirled her glass gently. She kept in twirling the glass until the carriage seemed to halt.
"Why did we stop?" she asked curiously.
"rattle rattle rattle." the one outside answered.
She sighed, setting glass down on the cushion beside her. She moved towards one of the side curtains, and pushed it away. Poking her head out, and found the reason why her, undead, coach man stopped.
Infront of her was a member of the barbaric and the most sexually active species, a gra'ark. She sighed once more before she ushered the skeleton to deal with the beast.
The skeleton jaw slacked, looking too and frough from his/her mistress and the gra'ark. The skeleton soon resigned himself to his faith.
The skeleton hopped off his seat and steeled him/herself for this confrontation. The skeleton marched onwards until he/she stood only a meter away from the gra'ark who in which was stuffing some kind of rod into his large backpack. How lewd.
The gra'ark finally acknowledged the his/her presence. The gra'ark slowly stood up, it's imposing frame overshadowed the skeleton.
It was sweaty all over, his breathing was haggard, and his hands were filthy. The skeleton slowly mustered up the courage to do a shooing motion towards the gra'ark.
The gra'ark's eyes widener and looked back to see the skeleton's young mistress watch the scene, the mistress in which narrowed her eyes when their eyes met. A audible click was heard, making the gra'ark flinch.
The gra'ark reaverted his gaze back at skeleton, who was frantically shaking while looking to and fro between the Carriage and the beast. The skeleton moved between the gra'ark and the carriage while still doing the shooing gesture.
The gra'ark slowly opened its mouth, and what came out shooked the skeleton's expectations of gra'arks. "Oh sorry I'll move out of your way." he apologized politely as he stepped aside.
The skeleton was dumbfounded at the gra'ark, but was happy that it had went smoothly. The skeleton bowed slightly before moving back towards the carriage.
"Wait are you guys also going to epsilon?" the gra'ark asked. The skeleton froze mid climb.
"I am. Why does it matter to you?" The woman in the carriage answered.
"Well I'm going there as well" the gra'ark proudly stated. "... And I was kinda wondering if I can hitch a ride?" he asked hopefully.
The woman's face turned to that of disgust. Disgusted at the thought of a Gra'ark, A GRA'ARK, sitting inside HER personal carriage while ALSO be in close proximity. Her answer was obvious.
"No." she said sternly. She then looked towards her coachman, who had just seated him/herself. The coachman nodded in understanding, before forcing the horses to move as fast as possible.
"Eh." the gra'ark expected to be rejected due to the nature of his species, but not with THAT much hostility. The gra'ark sighed before he noticed somekind of paper sticking on one of the wheels of the carriage.
The gra'ark patted the right side of his pants. His heart beat quickening when he felt a giant tear. The gra'ark's stiff smile distorted into that of horror, before he ran after the carriage screaming.
"WAIT MY ADMITTANCE LETTER. STOP THE CARRIAGE"
The woman heard a faint "stop the carriage." from outside. She peeked her head outside and her face turned into that of horror. Because, the gra'ark was chasing them, while his arms extended in front.
She retracted her back inside the carriage and yelled. "STEP ON IT." She heard the sounds of something getting whipped before the carriage started moving faster.
She looked outside again and she panicked even further. The gra'ark was gaining on them. The gra'ark was now only a few meters away from the carriage. The woman's and the gra'ark's eyes met.....
A faint shriek could be heard before the view shifts from the chase to a hoodied figure.
He trecked tiredly along the dirt path, his steps crunching the dirt beneath his leather boots. His eyes, tired and bearing large bags underneath.
His green pupils looked towards his left hand as it took out a letter with a decorated blue insignia. His brows furrow as he remembered what happened that day.
It was a quiet day within the elven village. The large trees the elves called home provide a thick canopy from the rays of the sunlight.
He had been lazily reading a book when he heard a loud shriek from tbe canopy. He looked outside his window to see a large drovian carrying some kind of large rag, while papers fell from said rag littering the floor beneath.
His mouth twitch in as his neighborhood gets littered with papers. He shook his head, deciding it was best to let the clean up elves deal with it. He's a neet after all.
A few minutes past before the door of his room gets forced inward. He staggered at the sudden intrusion of his man cave, dropping the book he was reading in the process.
What stood before him was a tall and gruff elf. Parts of his golden hair was withering to a pale white, and multiple wrinkles form on his face.With a huff he walked towards the elf.
"Hey grandpa-" He never got to finish his sentence as the older elf slapped a letter across his face. Letting go of the letter so it can stick on his grandson's face.
The younger elf raised an eyebrow before opening the letter. As he read the contents of the letter, sweat formed on his forehead.
"hey uh funny prank old man..." The neet laughed nervously. The older elf replied with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest. The neet gulped
"your not serious are you? Like your basically telling me to go participate in war..." The elf said in a cold sweat.
The older elf huffed, before pointing towards his grandson, then to his closet, then his bag, then towards the sun, before finally pointing down. With that the elf huffed once more before slamming the door closed.
The neet who had just snapped out of his saze yelled. "AND WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF DON'T DO IT HUH?!?"
This action was met with several knives that pierced his door. DON'T YOU WORRY I'M ALREADY PACKING...."
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'in retrospect that was technically abuse, I think." the elf pondered before putting the letter back inside his pocket.
His elf ears twitch when he hears humming from ahead of him. He looked dup to see a human skipping along the dirt path, humming a nice tune all the while.
He had sky blue hair that fade into a darker tone around the tops. His skin fair and smooth, as he twirled a glove finger to his side when the tune he hummed beat dropped.
"oh yeah" the blue haired human said. Before he glanced behind him to see the elf bearing a condescending smirk.
"Heh." the elf said "Nice song."
The humans bright yellow eyes widened as his smile grew larger. "REALLY?"
The human rushed towards the elf's side. "YOU LIKED THE SONG ASWELL? HAVE YOU HEARD IT?"
the human gasped. "WAIT AN ELF THAT LIKES HUMAN MUSIC? WAIT AN ELF?" The human exclaimed.
The elf smiled wryly as he moved away. The human moved as he moved. "um, personal space bro?" The elf irrately said.
"whoops, my bad" the human moved away when realized he was invading a stranger's personal space. "sorry, it's just I never thought I'd find someone who liked the same music as me." the human shyly said.
The human was short, in human standards, and they weren't that tall to begin with. The blue hair human wore a long sleeved pearly white uniform with blue strips that ran along the edges. His slacks were white as well, but was far more dusty when you looked further down towards his black whole-cut laced shoes. He was also kinda cute.
His hips slightly protrude as he did the cat walk. The human crossed his arms behind him before he bent down to look at the elf, a smile present on his face.
"Hey~ you good there?" he stood back up when knows that the elf's attention was on him. "You like my outfit?" the human asked before doing a twirl his arms spread out wide in extravagant pose.
"Just studying." the elf sighed, before looking away.
Silence pierced between the two. Before it was broken by the human. "Hey we should introduce each other, I'll go first. the names William fashion extraordinaire." William boldly claimed.
"Jeevan" The elf sighed. "King of deez" the elf said looking at William while his hand gestured to his side.
William looked to Jeevan's side, confused, before asking. "these what?"
Jeevan's smirk turned into a sinister grin that reached ear to ear. William flinched, retracting his hand towards his face while his smile stiffened at Jeevan's sinister grin.
"DEEZ NUTS" Jeevan exclaimed before gesturing towards his lower regions.
"heh?" William tilted his head in confusion, before he became flustered. He then turned away from Jeevan.
"How lewd..." William muttered covering his mouth with a finger while his other hand held his cheek to cover his blush. he soon quickened his pace, putting some distance between him and Jeevan.
"Lol" Jeevan smirked, before a thousand different possibilities rushed towards his mind where he was out casted by everyone and everything around him because people misinterpreted his joke as sexual harassment when William talked with his friends. "Oh shit. WILLIAM WAIT IT WAS A JOKE."
William turned around, holding his cheeks with both of his gloved hands. A thought rushed in William, making him blush further. He turned away and sprinted away now covering his face.
"Your misunderstanding William!" Jeevan yelled "Please don't ruin my life!"
"eh?" William turned around before tripping on a tree root.
"eh." He fell as Jeevan slipped accidentally pinning William's arms above his head and legs forcefully spread thighs.
"Ara? Ara ara ara ara?" William repeated. His breath becoming rough and labored. His eyes wandered around Jeevan's chest as he felt heat rush downwards.
"William hear me out!" Jeevan exclaimed as he continued to pin him down. William gazed into his bright green eyes and messy blonde bangs that hung down from his hoodie.
"I know what I did was suggestive and I deeply apologize." Jeevan said, bringing his head closer towards William's flushed face.
William could feel his hot breath brush against his skin as he felt of gravel underneath his head. He squirmed slightly, only for Jeevan to pin him down further. His rough hands became heavier as Jeevan said something in front of him, but couldn't be bothered to listen as he was more focused in the position he was in.
'It's like those doujin I've read.' William thought. Before muttering the words "Y-y-you brute."
Jeevan paused, his words getting stuck in his throat. He soon acknowledged position they were in. Before William called back his attention with. "Please b-be gentle, I-it's my first time."
Jeevan looked towards William's lower regions, and using his thermal vision, saw most of William's heat going towards an area he does not want to mention.
His gaze returned to William's flustered face. Jeevan felt immense danger when his eyes met William's lustful ones. Jeevan quickly got off William, hurriedly backing away from the horny man.
William slowly got up and knelt down in a V-shaped position. He ever so slightly tilted his head, whilst he brought one of his gloved fingers and bit it before saying.
"such a tease...." He said before glancing at Jeevan's terrified expression with list filled eyes.
Jeevan felt a chill run down a spine before he saw William slowly crawl towards him. He backed away until he hit the trunk of a tree. His back was against the trunk while William slowly got on top of his legs.
"This is what your supposed to do..." William brought his towards Jeevan's. His hot breathe tickling Jeevan's terrified face.
William slowly wrapped his arms around Jeevan's neck. Their eyes lock into each other as both of their nose's tips touch. William began to grind his hips on top of Jeevan, as his gaze was focused on Jeevan.
He licked his lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around Jeevan. As all of this happened Jeevan was thinking. 'HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT. THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT, SOMEONE HELP SOMEONE HELP. THE COURT WILL ABOUT THIS.'
William's attention was soon averted when they both heard galloping from behind. Looking behind the tree they see a Skeleton coachman driving a carriage at full speed.
The skeleton saw both of them, and gestured for them to get away, before pointing behind the carriage, before passing both of them. They saw this and looked behind. Their eyes widened when they both saw a gra'ark coming at them at full speed.
"GRA'ARK" Jeevan yelled before sweeping William's legs to one side, and thrusting upwards and catching him bridal style. He then sprinted as fast as possible to get away from the gra'ark.
"eeehhhhh!" William exclaimed. Before looking at Jeevan. His face became even more flustered because in his eyes Jeevan looked like the definition of knight in shining armor and he the damsel in distress.
When in reality Jeevan was screaming words you would never hear a knight in shining armor would say. Several profanities came out Jeevan and some of them words where other words were mixed together, and said in a specific tone to make it seem like a profanity. He was even able to use the word 'fish' several times as a profanity.
"OH SPIRIT OF THE WINDS GRANT ME THY BLESSING FOR MY SPEEDY VICTORY. WIND ACCELERATION!" Jeevan chanted. Particles of energy soon swirled towards his feet, the air around his shoes soon swirled into a circular vortex that engulfed his shoes.
His steps became lighter and faster. The wind current did nothing to stop them, but instead moved to the side to allow them to run further without much resistance.
They slowly caught up with the carriage. Jeevan paced beside the door before throwing William head first through the door. "Kya!" William yelped, before Jeevan followed him inside.
"Who are you people?!" yelled the pale woman from before.
"Shut up and let me do my chant!" Jeevan retorted, before he proceeded to do the same chant he did from before. "oh spirit of the winds grant me thy blessing for my speedy victory. Wind acceleration!" Jeevan chanted.
Multiple wind vortexs engulfed the wheels of the carriage, and the hooves of the horses, which was followed by less wind resistance.
The carriage sped off leaving the gra'ark far behind. "wait! My letter!" yelled the tired gra'ark, before slowing down. "tch, guess I got no choice but to use this..." the gra'ark said, pulling out a cylindrical container out of his large backpack.
Back in the carriage, 2 of the 4 occupants let out a sigh of relief. Jeevan was drenched in sweat, panting all the while. While the woman calmed her beating heart. She looked towards her new passengers, before looking towards her shattered door. Sighing, she took out a pen, and a piece of paper from a compartment beside her.
Jeevan furrowed his brows at her before asking. "I don't think it's a good time to scribble."
The woman did not answer him. Deciding to just ignore her, Jeevan looked at William who had just sat up, rubbing the side of his head. William glared at Jeevan, pouting, he said. "meanie"
"Hey I saved your ass" Jeevan replied, pointing his finger at William. This was met with William turning away from him, before crossing his arms whilst still pouting.
"Ahem." both of the men turned their heads to the latter gender present. "I greatly appreciate you in aiding me in during that crisis, but here." she said handing a piece of paper towards Jeevan.
"Oh hey sweet you paying us! Damn thanks I was broke. You don't have a crush on me don't you?" Jeevan jovialy accepted the paper. As soon as he read the paper his smile froze. William, who was silently watching, curiously took a peek at the paper, and like Jeevan before him, he froze.
" yeah no I ain't paying." Jeevan said before shoving the piece of paper unto William.
William nervously laughed before saying. "no thanks." he said before returning the piece of paper back to Jeevan.
They kept passing the piece of paper back and forth. While the air around them soon darkened. Jeevan was getting more irritated while William's smile kept getting darker.
"Well someone's gotta pay for the hard Ashwood door." the woman replied, pointing a thumb at the smashed door behind William.
Jeevan was about to say something before they heard faint screaming coming from behind. They all moved towards the frame where a door was once been before looking outside.
They not get to react before a big red hand gripped the handle bars behind the carriage. "Hey uh. Would it be a bother if I asked you to stop the carriage?" the gra'ark from before politely asked.
Silence took over the group before all of them besides the skeleton and the gra'ark screamed. "oh my" the gra'ark covered one of his ears, right before the carriage was toppled over.
We look back to a few minutes ago to see a shirtless man with tan brown skin. His hair body wet from the river he was involuntarily thrown in.
He was currently contemplating whether or not the plan he has in mind is a good idea. He took a glance at Lance in his hand and his half sunken motorbike, before shrugging.
"OH well." he shrugged.
Before stabbing the tire the didn't sink. He then grabbed the hilt of his Lance with both hands, before pulled the motorbike out of the water.
"It worked!" he exclaimed, ecstatic that his plan did not go wrong. Then everything went wrong.
First his wet hands made the hilt of the Lance slippery, so halfway through this he accidentally let it go. Though this was already his plan he did not expect his Lance to cause further damage.
Finally he didn't expect that there would be a speeding carriage when this would happen. So all things considered, he really REALLY messed up.
"Ah crap..." he muttued before dashing towards the ruined carriage.
He heard pained cries of the horses as he neared. He saw blood and Viscera smear the path of destruction. His attention was brought back to the wreckage when he heard coughing and a few grunts coming from behind the wreck.
He passed his lance before reaching where the coughing came from. He quickly pulled it out of the wreckage before finally reaching the source.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw who it had belonged too. It belonged to his family's rival 3rd heir, Ambrosia Vladimir of the 2nd vampire sovereignty.
"What's a snotty brat like you doing out here huh?" Elidor snided. A hint of disgust and disappointment present in his tone.
"That's non of your business bastard child." Ambrosia retorted. "I take it it's your fault my carriage crashed?" she gestured around her.
"yeah. Shame it didn't kill you." Elidor stabbed his Lance into the ground before he crossed his arms.
A bulge appeared above her head, before her eyes widened for a second, a condescending grin gracing her face. "Looks like I might not have to get raped."
Elidor raised a brow before hearing a groan behind him. Turning around, his eyes widening in fear and a hint of defiance.
He quickly turned around and grabbed his Lance. As soon as he felt the hilt of his Lance within his grasp, he swung at the gra'ark.
The gra'ark was knocked away, before Elidor jumped away. The gra'ark held his side in as pain, before he dashed away right before an chain-explosion bullet was fired at the spot where he once stood.
Several tiny explosions ignited creating a sizable crater. William stood on top of the wreckage. One of hands formed a hole around his open eye whilst the other held a smoking revolver in a horizontal grip.
"Where the hell did you get a gun?" Questioned Jeevan.
"That's a secret." William looked at Jeevan with a teasing smile. Before his eyes went back to gra'ark who was just standing there, menacingly.
"Temporary Alliance?" Elidor asked.
"... Fine" Ambrosia answered after a brief pause.
"I wasn't talking to you. You can go to hell." Elidor mocked
"Why you..." Ambrosia replied.
"Hey! Kill each other later, let's try not to get raped here." Jeevan chastised, ending their brief confrontation. "I'm pretty sure none of you want that."
"Tch, you live for now Elidor." Ambrosia said with a click of her tongue.
"Fine I'll let you in the temporary truce." Elidor said, as he Pointed the tip of his Lance towards the gra'ark
"Yay! New friends. And we even get to defeat our first big baddie, like the heroes from those bedtime stories." William sair gleefully. Quickly checking the amount of bullets within the chamber of his gun.
Ambrosia, elegantly, lifted her palm above her head. A line of red dust left in its path. Then, a second later, the red dust blossomed in a beautiful harmony of peach and red, and from its wake out came a Saber, it's edges bellowing in a faint glow of red.
As they all 3 their positions, Jeevan hid behind them. Thinking he should provide support with his incantations from the back line, his a neet after all.
Looking to his sides, Elidor yelled towards the gra'ark. "Hope your ready for the beating of your life."
With that the gra'ark sighed in resignation. He took out a cylindrical bottle from his back pocket. He looked towards the group for a brief moment, before he threw it towards group.
William shot a bullet at it, but the bullet missed by a millimeter. The bullet continued onwards in its trajectory, and hit the gra'ark's in the shoulder.
"I hit it!" William exclaimed gleefully, ignoring the canister that had rolled towards his feet. "Oh no, I hit it..." His face fell when he saw the gra'ark caress his wound gently.
"Uh guys?" Jeevan asked, staring at the cylindrical item all the while. Though none bothered to look, they were to focused on the gra'ark that was glaring at them. "Guys!"
"Not now elf...." Elidor told Jeevan as sweat dropped from his forehead. "We had just poked a sleeping bear."
They were nervous, because not only are gra'arks naturally stronger than most, but also the fact that their innate skill given to them by their God makes them feel like your fighting 20 high orks, And they quite possibly had activated it.
"But-" Jeevan was cut off before he saw the cylinder leak close to invisible gas. He thought fast, he breathed in as much as possible before covering his nose and ducking down.
Tbe others weren't as smart. Ambrosia was the first one to go. Once she caught a whiff of the smoke, her legs felt like jelly, and she fell, face first, unto the ground.
"pfft loser." Elidor mocked as William fell unto his back legs spread apart in a inviting position. Elidor embedded his Lance into the ground, before he leaned against it as support while staring at ambrosia's fallen figure. A wary smile present on his face. "Imagine losing to air." he mocked
"Elidor I swear to God, I'll rip your windpipe out." Ambrosia threatened.
"feel free to-" Elidor stopped as he noticed a shadow getting closer. "try... Shit."
Ambrosia was now sweating bullets as she knew what was above her. "wait wait I'm sure there's other meals you might enjoy. You wouldn't want to enjoy yourself with me right??" She reasoned.
The gra'ark responded with. "I wasn't even gonna fucking do it anyway." before leaving the confused ambrosia alone. He continued onwards towards the fallen William.
"uh oh." William said. Closing his eyes as awaited his fate. The gra'ark's large hand gripped William's side. "Please don't be big, please don't be big, please don't be big!" William chanted, before the gra'ark pushed him aside as he grabbed a dirty letter from under him.
"eh?" William opened one of his eyes to see the gra'ark patting the dirt away of a letter. William was confused for a second, before they lit up in joy. "Let's goooo!" William shot up pumping his fist in the air.
"wait..." William was snapped out of his celebration as he realized he can now move. "I can move!" he said with a smile as he inspected his hands, right before his face twisted into horror as he realized he was wearing all white. "Nooooo!"
"Looks like G-15 has worn off..." the gra'ark muttered, before he extended a hand towards William, who in which accepted it after a short period of contemplation.
"So you aren't going to defile us?" Ambrosia asked confusely, as her Saber dissipated into particles of mana.
The gra'ark replied with. "Nope, I'm... Different from my brethren." slightly unsure of his answer.
"Should have atleast beat the bitch up" Elidor rubbed the back of his head, as ambrosia set a glare towards him.
"You seem to know each other." the gra'ark said in slight surprise.
"Well for your information..." Elidor said before William blocked out all other sounds as he was transfixed at a red glowing gem that sat a leeways from the wreckage.
"blah blah blah blah" was what he heard before he picked up the strange item. As he examined it he didn't sense the approaching figure of Jeevan.
"What chu got there?" Jeevan suddenly asked, placing a hand on William's shoulder. Completely forgetting that he was almost raped by him a while ago.
"Ah!" William exclaimed. His trigger finger accidentally pressing a button. The weird device activated, before it launched out a ball of flame. William in which was lucky enough to point away from his chest.
The others took notice of this and watched as the ball made of flames flew in the sky. Everyone excluding the gra'ark, who in which looked like as if he had just seen a ghost, admired the ball as it swirved in the air.
Their admiration was cut short when the ball collided with a small flying vessel, turning their looks of amazement into looks of terror as the ship fell towards their direction.
William passed the device to Jeevan, before panicking with everyone else as no one had the ability to conjure a barrier.
Jeevan snapped out of his stuppor, before yelling towards William at the top of his lungs. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER-"
CRASH