Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Elsimore
Battlefield
He cut through another magitech soldier with a longsword, but they weren't satisfying to kill. He wasn't some kind of psychopath obsessed with blood, or a knight looking for a worthy opponent, but even Ellis had a sense of... pride? A sense of challenge? Something like that: the sense of satisfaction from defeating opponents in an RPG. And this just wasn't all it. It's not as much their robotic nature, as just their general challenge level.
The last magitech's corpus dropped to the ground with a metallic clunk. Just as he was about to teleport to the Drider general...
"What the----!" An ability picked at the 4th Level of Dragonoid flared subconsciously. A warning fuzz filled Elsimore's mind, and his head whipped to look behind himself, where a beam of energy was fast approaching.
"Fast Guard!" Elsimore yelled, the spell coating him in a green film of protective energy. He jumped away to give himself half a second of time to withdraw a shield from his inventory.
Impact. The beam wore down heavily on his body, opening necrotic cracks in skin from which ooze seeped out, and causing bleeding and infection in his flesh. A spell that'd have killed a normal human ten times over only singed him, but Elsimore was thrown to the ground, his healthbar chunking away to reveal a bit over a fifth of it had been wiped off. Fortunately, Dragonoids had a small innate spell resistance perk and didn't have any particular elemental weaknesses.
It began to regenerate at a sedate pace, then stopped due to a status debuff listed as 'Curse,' as Elsimore stood up and put his shield back into his inventory. He ignored the curse, and the other debuffs, walking forward unhindered where another would have been screaming and spitting up blood, after being given the equivalent of stage four metastatic cancer. It didn't matter - his body could hold in this state, and being a Dragonoid only helped. His innate spell resistance fought its way through the curse and allowed his immune system to begin working, as his health began to go up again, slower than before, but picking up.
He eyed the section of the battlefield where the spell had been cast, locking down on the cat-shaped figure that stood there, with an almost feverish glare. That person was the anomaly, of a higher level than anyone else. The only one who could have cast it.
Elsimore yelled, his vocal chords metamorphosizing into those of a dragon, to make sure the cat heard him. In a deep voice, rumbling and supremely unfitting of his scrawny appearance, he asked, "You want to screw with me?!... I'll screw with you right back! [Maximize Over Magic: Call Greater Thunder]!"
Weather changed instantly. The skies blackened. The wind picked up great velocity. A dark swirl of clouds began to form above, crackling and thrumming with ambient, static energy, building up a charge. People's hair began to rise as electricity filled the air and polarized their bodies. Lightning jumped within the swirl, from one section of the clouds to another, charging and charging and charging, and tearing away at the clouds and winds as the produced more friction and struggled to contain the energy.
As this reaction happened, Elsimore's mana levels plummeted. The stark change in power made him realize the stupid deed of wasting so much mana on a single spell that wasn't even sure to work. As much as he wanted to cringe, he simply turned and realized while he was distracted with his bout of petulance, the Drider general got away.
Turning back forward, he saw the cat running away with the Spartan girl.
He smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
This time, much calmer, he said, "[Cancel Spell]." Mid-casting, the spell's progress was cancelled. As if jello that was raised and now suddenly lowered, the skies returned, the fast wind arrested its movement, and the dark swirl dissipated into the rest of the clouds. The lightning and static charge in the air disappeared altogether. A majority of the mana he spent on the casting returned, putting him at around forty percent of his MP bar.
Ellis turned around. "[Teleportation]."
His body flashed into white light, and appeared just in front of the Drider general. The contrast between him, standing so low compared to the giant Drider was almost hilarious, but Ellis gave him a mirthful smirk. "Hello. Question: Do you prefer to live normally, or do I have to disable you by ripping out your little spider legs before you come along with me? Attempting to escape or fight will be taken as the latter answer. Please, pick the latter answer."
Ellis opened his palm, letting a silver dagger appear in it from his inventory. He gripped it tightly, whipped it around to a reverse hold and played with it, twirling and spinning it in one hand, almost in anticipation.
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