Koga

k o g a the elder wolf ph > Koga consumed a Dragon Heart Koga | HP: 400/400 -> 440/440 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:18 | ACC:3 | EVA:2 | BH:7 | HB: 4 | VAMP-D: 22 | FLN: 4 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3

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k o g a the elder wolf Well today's arena was entirely different from the dusty coliseum that Koga had become accustomed to. Also different was the fact that he had a different announcer today. Instead of the red-haired loudmouth that Koga had expected, a rather meek-sounding brunette girl spoke to the empty stands with a shaking voice. Was the red-haired dude holding her at gunpoint or something? What was going- "Oh...Eldritch horrors. Nice," Koga deadpanned as he looked up at the swirling mass of void and tentacles. Koga would hav

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k o g a the elder wolf The applause, Kindling's voice, it all faded away into the background as Koga stepped on the field of battle once more. The scent of dry desert and dust filled his nostrils. It reminded him of home. Across the way, the glint of polished armor flickered in the harsh sun. It drew the eyes of all who were present. How could it not? How could one not be drawn to the flowing golden locks wavering gently in the wind as Lessa, the Guardian of Aincrad. How could he not be? The applause died, Kindling stepped off the f

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k o g a the elder wolf The applause! The cheers! The...squeak of the rusty gate as it opened... Yeah, no, there were no applause or cheers. Maybe some cricket noises. A cough if Koga was lucky (or unlucky) enough. The man simply deadpan stared at the fiery-haired announcer. For some reason Koga had the distinct feeling he'd met the man before somewhere. Something about a deep dark cave, fiery magicks and a dragon? No, that couldn't be right...No matter, Koga still felt the distinct urge to flip the man the bird, but refrained. You know, ke

Sign me up!

It was over. What had been a hellish slog just to survive ended in just a mere moment. Quicker than it had taken for Freyd to die and then come back to life. The once great protector was dead, and in his wake, he left small gifts of parting for those who'd bested him. The loot menu unceremoniously appeared before Koga's eyes only moments after the obnoxious 'CONGRATULATIONS' had (something he now treated with about as much verve as one did draining a pus-filled wound). Two items were listed there. Bottled Darkness, and Bear Trap. One of each. Koga resolved to look take a closer look

That was the last time Koga taunted a boss. No sooner had he thanked Astralin for the extra healing did the bosses next attack strike the whole party, decimating their HP bars. Astralin probably just saved Koga's life, even as he tumbled through the acrid muck again. Truly, the swordsman was getting sick of this disgusting water and mud. Or maybe it was just the fact that his insides were just on the verge of becoming his outsides. His HP was in the red, and even when his passive healing began to kick in, bringing him into the orange, it was only just. Not good. Very, very not good.

Do you believe in the Divine? Do you believe in an otherworldly force, greater than oneself? Do you believe in a power greater than Death itself? Masato had always struggled with faith. Or maybe he simply believed differently. What the man witnessed in those fragile moments, that turning point where the Frontlines might crumble beneath the weight of the death of a friend, or rally to enact righteous vengeance had him redefining his faith once more. Whether it was an error in code, Cardinal's fickle favor, Kayaba's personal intervention, or the simple love of a companion whi

The party was immobilized. Koga tugged and pulled at the vines, tried to cut them away his sword to no avail. This wasn't good. A brief glance up at the boss told Koga that Callisto was temporarily distracted by another party. "Someone please tell me they brought a chainsaw!" Koga called to the others as he tried again to free himself, the thorns biting into his legs as he pulled. Another vine lashed out, reaching up to Koga's sword arm and binding it. This wasn't good. The sound of electricity crackling suddenly cut through the air as Astralin cast whatever pseudo-magic it was that she u

Koga leapt off Callisto's back, landing beside Katoka, gently punching her shoulder with a satisfied smirk as they reassessed the boss' HP. Almost to the red. The fight was almost over, the Frontliners had this cinched, Koga thought, despite himself. It never did well to congratulate oneself before the job was done. They could get pseudo-plastered and celebrate later though. Koga refocused himself and readied his sword again to sweep in with another strike. The man took one step forward- What was the status effect that had just popped onto his screen? Was that bleed? Oh, and why coul