Re: Master of the Forge [Zorlo]
A loud SNAP! echoed throughout the area as Zorlo’s blow sent cracks running all over the shell. The fencer leapt backwards, landing gracefully on the sands of the shore beside the siblings.
"If we can't cut or pierce it, why not break it open with blunt force. It doesn't seem to like that." he smiled, tightening his fist to prepare another blunt force, aura powered-pound to the shell. The green aura flared all around his hand, moving like flames to his upper arm.
Zorlo was right; the Adamantine beast did not like the treatment it was receiving from the three. It was thrashing about, waving its head in all directions, snorting and screeching at the top of its lungs. The beast had obviously lost its temper and, like a spoilt child, was having a fit of rage.
“Hey Z,” Rain interrupted the fencer before he had a chance to try again, “I have another idea.”
“Oh?” he responded, most eager to hear his partner’s plan, “Very well, Rain, I’m listening.”
The Grim Angel smiled. “Follow my lead.” was all he said.
With that, he exchanged weapons with his sister once more, taking the short sword and handing her the long sword.
“Ready when you are,” she said.
“Alright, let’s go, Ai.”
Rain leaped up high into the air, bearing his sword similarly to how he did before, entering the stance of the dangerous thrusting attack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sister blur passed him, surpassing his leap height. As the angel started to descend, he let out a loud war cry before pushing the blade downward into the creature’s shell--or, more precisely, into a crack that was on the shell. The blade stuck fast, but Rain didn’t attempt to pull it out. Instead, he leaped backward and stood beside the fencer once more, who was stroking his chin in thought.
“Ah,” he said, “I think I see what you’re doing. Good plan!”
“Then you’ll need a boost.”
“That’s right, my friend!”
Rain set himself, bending over slightly and placing his hands together, making a ‘step’ for the fencer. Zorlo ran up to him and planted his foot swiftly, but firmly unto the makeshift step. As soon as he did that, Rain heaved him upward, using most of his arm and back strength.
There was another flash from the sky as the reaper came downwards at full speed, barely catching a glimpse of the fencer as she blurred passed him. She came down upon the stuck sword, slamming it even further in with her devastating version of the Dragon’s Hammer. The sheer force of the blow forced large pieces of the shell to fall apart, revealing the soft flesh underneath.
The fencer came down next. With his arm flaring and pulsing of green aura, and slammed his fist into the remainder of the creature’s shell, causing most of it to pop off as the beast squirmed. As the fencer leapt away, pulling out Rain’s sword in the process, the beast gave one final roar before it rested its head on the ground.
It was quiet, now. A flock of seagulls flew overhead, surveying the area. The waves crashed on the shore, reaching out to the still beast. Rain began dragging a large piece of the bloodied Adamantium shell along with several of the ropes that the hunters had…left behind.
“We should leave the rest of the metal and meat for the hunters hiding over there,” Aisha grinned, pointing to a set of bushes that rustled as soon as she lifted her finger.
“Right,” her brother agreed, throwing some ropes at her and the fencer, “I think this large piece should be more than enough.”
It was indeed large; the three could have comfortably laid down on it and it would still have room to spare.
“We can’t lift this thing while carrying it back to Reorx’s cave,” Rain continued, motioning toward the horses that were grazing a little way off in the distance, “we’ll have to drag it back.”