|you feel like you are being hunted|
@experiment-id24730
Uh…Hello?
[He puts on his shooter arms]
|there is something behind you|
[He quickly turns around, having a retractable knife go out of his hand.]
{a large warhammer slams into your chest}
AH!
[He stands back up, attaching another hand.]
Who are you?!
your end.
{it slams the warhammer into the ground as spikes rise up attempting to impale you repeatedly}
Halt.
|it slams the hammer into you|
[He blocks it with his own warhammer.]
|You Don’t Want To Fight Back| ((all your attacks now do significantly less damage))
|it unsheathes its sword|
[He takes out the Strikr.]
|its stance switches to tadasana, it is prepared to counterattack|
|You Don’t Want To Defend Yourself| ((you take more damage and have lowered defenses))
Nao would want me to defend myself.
[Defense has increased slightly higher than normal!] [He uses the Strikr as a shield.]
((it kinda just balances out to normal because of the increased damage))
|its warhammer and sword shift into matching axes| |it slices at you repeatedly|
[He uses the scythe end of his warhammer, spinning it to use as a shield and weapon.] Tell me, why do you fight?
Soon you will… in th… All shall fall to the king a…
{it spins rapidly swinging the axes in a whirlwind of fure(?) striking you from all angles}
[He simply hugs it.]
|it seems confused|
[He continues.]
{it pushes you to the ground before swinging an axes for your neck}
…the Elysium of dr…
Forgiveness is n…
[He simply hugs again.] [The Strikr has found a new sheath.]
{it attempts to stab into your back with some strange knife}
{it seems like it wasn’t expecting you not to fight back}
[He pulls out a bow and shoots it away.]
{it swings it axe on you yet noticeably is more hesitant now}
[He uses the warhammer to block it.] You don’t have to: fight, y’know.
Created to kill it is th…
{it seems to be trying to say something yet can only speak in quotes from other people}
{it seems like it’s trying to summon something} {it smells like nostalgia?}
Here.
[He says every letter of the alphabet so that it can speak freely.]
{it seems like it can only quote a specific person}
Created to kill it I…
{it is holding a strange pillar, it almost looks like it was taken out of a memory}
{it swings the pilliar at you}
[He ducks] You can just use: hand signals.
{it slams down the pillar onto you}
It is made to fight, nothing mo…
You can = more.
[He pulls out a Syral shield.] [It is easily breakable.]
{it slams down the pillar onto your shield with almost impossible force}
A puppet to be used to our w…
[You can’t feel your body.] [Kamhill realized he accidentally used the wrong shield.] >Damnit Syral…
{it already doesn’t feel anything}
{it brings the pillar down on you}
[The warhammer is flung upwards to push it away.] Thank Jona…
{it disappears, a warhammer is swung at your head#
[He slices through with the Strikr.] [He repairs it and gives it back.]
{it seems to be a bit confused as to why you aren’t fighting back all too much}
{it leaps up and throws two axes down at you, when they hit something they turn to pillars of lava}
[He shoots them with the bow midair.]
{it sticks into it having little effect}
{it slices through the air repeatedly creating strange rifts which various elemental attacks shoot out of}
[He mutters something while dodging.]
Face down your end for your fighting is futi…
{it stabs it’s sword into the ground as strande brambles shoot out of the ground entangling you}
[He stops fighting.] [He seems to be remembering something long ago.] [He’s smiling for the first time in a while.] [He seems sad.]
{it swings its sword for your neck}
Goodnight…
[He pulls a grenade pin.]
To: you too…
Friend.
