Point-of-View: Rowspar Jakks
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"Go on, get out of here...I'll hold him off, get some help!" Exclaimed the Oryctoloid boy, as the one I'd almost killed got back onto his feet with a grimace.
"I'm sorry about this, as an Adventurer, I should be the one protecting you. I'll be back as soon as possible, do your best to survive until then!" He responded with a frustrated look on his face, before beginning to retreat.
"Not so fast," I remarked, as I fired out a rapid, piercing water projectile at him as he started to flee.
"I don't think so!" Yelled the Oryctoloid kid, as he suddenly pulled off his belt and whipped it across, my eyes widening in surprise as it stiffened and extended, a loud smack echoing out as it stretched across and got in the way of my attack, my water projectile colliding with it and losing its momentum.
Hm...what is that Magic he's using?
