Koga

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

The man did not respond, merely flipping through the pages of his book as Koga took his seat. 'Okay...' the ronin thought to himself as he leaned back in his chair and picked a spot elsewhere to look at as he waited to order some coffee and then be on his way. Thankfully, the silence did not last too long as a particularly beleaguered looking waitress finally arrived and asked for the man's order with a strained smile. Surprisingly, the silent, brooding man with the book cut-in before Koga even had a chance to respond. And he sent a chill down Koga's spine. "Coffee, black, with two s

The fog closed in around them. Suffocating them. Even hanging above the battlefield, it was difficult for Koga to make out any shapes on the ground below. Only the swirling movement of the fog as people Frontliners and the boss alike moved about, stirring the air around them. Kat burst through the fog-cover, rushing towards Koga before making use of the makeshift spring board. With the added momentum of Kat pushing away, Koga was able to swing himself to plant his feet against the tree and begin rocketing after her. Below them, Koga searched for the largest movements. He found it, just be

As the battle wore on, Callisto's attacks had become more and more wild, less controlled. Or at least whatever had passed for controlled for an oversized bear with anger issues. Sharp swipes became wild swipes, lethal bites became wild thrashing. Despite the massive paws and cavernous maw that came looking for Koga, to wipe him off the face of the...Aincrad? the swordsman, seasoned fighter, seasoned warrior, and stacked with EVA, slid past each and every blow. The man leapt over the next clawed paw to come swinging for him, leaving him hanging in the air. A perfect target, unable to move,

The enemy coiled, in a way that only a lumbering mass of a meat and muscle and fury could. Thirsty, for blood and vengeance, every step it took made the ground rumble, the air itself became pregnant with malicious intent. Callisto would not be deprived for much longer. Even with the party returned to almost full strength, they were still in mortal danger. Alk was in no condition to fight. Not now, whatever visions he'd seen leaving him still stunned. Oscar, Astralin, Morningstar, Katoka, every Frontliner kept up their attacks, trusting that their tanks and healers would have their backs.

Horror game? Koga had never really considered the Metro series much of a horror series. Sure, it had creepy moments, was set during a Russian apocalypse, and dark overtones, but what games didn't these days? A lot, but it wasn't exactly like dark and a little creepy was in short supply, last time Koga had checked, and very few of those technically counted as a horror games. "I dunno if I'd count Metro as horror," the man stated, before pointing at Lilith. "This bitch is scarier than those games were, especially the later two." Lilith didn't like that. Unfortunately for Lilith, Koga didn't

With Alkor free of the fell-beasts jaws, and now wrestling with it, attempting to hold it down to make it an easier target for the Frontliners. Astralin tossed him a crystal, which he caught, before dispersing it and stepping up, katana angled towards the boss before running towards their foe. Two health bars gone with that last volley. They might actually make it out of here aliv- Memories flooded into Koga's mind. Memories that weren't his. Memories of decay, and plunder, and burning and cruelty, and greed, and death. Memories of the forest. Koga found himself kneeling on the rotte

Koga's eyes flickered back and forth as he monitored the other parties, Callisto, as the battle entered fever pitch. They were Frontliners, Aincrad's best and with that knowledge came some satisfaction as they all watched as the first of Callisto's many health bars dropped sharply. Not quite gone, but a strong start for those fighting for those trapped in Aincrad. Callisto didn't seem particularly fond of that fact as he lashed out at the players. Everyone scrambled each moving to attend to their party, and while Koga might've liked to help them too, he had his own priorities right now, a

The long slog to the boss door was nauseating. For everyone. Oscar and Astralin looked like they might vomit at any moment, and frankly, Koga was inclined to join them. The stench that filled their nostrils was unbearable, even with a makeshift mask to cover his nose. The doors creaking open did them no favors either, as it let out a cloud of putrid air, left to fester inside for far too long. And through the miasma, the Frontliners were able to catch their first glimpse of today's prey. Massive, lumbering, rotting, and stuck full of so many swords and spears, they served as wards against

k o g a the elder wolf It was a free day for Koga. Kasumi was out today, something about punching crabs? Koga didn't ask, too afraid of whatever the answer might be. On the bright side, it meant that they'd be eating well tonight. Given that little tidbit, the swordsman had hung up his coat for the day and decided to go grocery shopping, picking up some missing spices, and some vegetables for sides for tonight's meal. But before that, he needed some caffeine. Not that it actually did anything in Aincrad goddamn it, Kayaba but the flavor

K O G A the elder wolf By the time Koga had made it to the gathering area, a good number of today's raid participants had already arrived, and were beginning to make their preparations. A good number, but not all. At least that meant that Koga wasn't late. The black-clad swordsman took his time moving through the small crowd, greeting those he knew with brief nods, claps on the shoulder and the like. When he came upon NIGHT, he gently jabbed his friend in the shoulder and nodded to her. No more words were needed. Before he could go

It was never clear to Koga if the shop owner ever actually recalled him. Cintamani was a main thoroughfare of pretty much every Frontliner, and while they weren't exactly large in number, there were enough of them that Koga wouldn't be surprised if all the faces blurred together. And aside from perhaps the crimson eyes, his was not a particularly noteworthy appearance. Nonetheless, Koga waved at the owner as he entered the store, and greeted her as usual. The name was omitted, of course. He didn't know it having never really thought to ask. He wasn't hear for himself today though. Well, t

It was an absolute wonder that a bunch of young idiots like themselves made up the bulk of Aincrad's vanguard. The one's that risked their lives every time they stepped into a boss room. Between the friendly, non-chalant banter, the joking, and the strange inclination to try and eat something that is utterly inedible, you'd think people like them would've been turned into mincemeat by now. But nope. That was Aincrad's Finest for you. "Food on Mina?" Koga said, immediately forgetting about the giant mountain-rock-monster thing, in favor of a free meal. "Well don't go twisting my arm."

An exasperated sigh left Koga's lips as his eyes locked with Lilith's. As unnerving as they were, he wasn't quite ready to just roll over and die yet, and the creepy undead thing definitely had it out for him. "Can't say I've heard of either," Koga called back to NIGHT as he waited for Lilith to attack. Apparently the creature saw Koga's general nonchalance towards the whole affair as a taunt, because she immediately launched herself at Koga. His his guard already up, it didn't take much for Koga to avoid the blow, only sidestepping and allowing Lilith to collide with his readied blade. T

Koga leaned over the counter of his shop, his head propped up on an arm set on the countertop. A lone finger tapped his cheek as he frowned. His boot was about to wear a hole through his floor as he tapped his foot impatiently, staring at the pair of players crowding the doorway. He'd watched as they had nearly ran into each other walking through it, almost at the same time. A skew of apologies. That was almost twenty minutes ago. They still hadn't figured out how to get through the door. Koga sighed in exasperation as his head finally hit the counter. They were clearly both flustere

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Alright, take two of crafting for mystery people who may or may not be showing up today. Koga tossed his jacket on the chair behind the counter before pushing the door open into the back, where his forge was, and rolled up his sleeves. Time to get to work. Surprisingly, that went smoother than expected. Downside, Koga now had two extra, sub-par shield that he didn't need. Oh well. He chucked them in the corner with all the other 'use as scrap' crafts he had. At some point he'd have to do something with all that. Or at least organize it. Anyways, Koga still needed to wrap everyth

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Some days were more productive than others in the Ring and Sword. Some were more frustrating. Somehow, today was both. When Koga stepped in today, having been told by whatever craftsman god it was that delivered him visions of the next people who'd wander into his humble shop and what they needed, he knew he had his work cut out for him. The fires were lit, the forge stoked, and the metal hammered. Some pieces were more successful others, but almost everything was done. All but the shield. The other pieces at least, were complete and already wrapped in the signature crimson cloth Kog

"Man, we gotta get you some cooking classes or somethin'," Koga said to Jomei as he did his best to focus back in on the fight. All that food, while delicious, really hit him like a fourteen wheeler full of bricks. He could barely move, which, ultimately, meant he didn't. At least not fast enough to actually hit the giant they were facing. Instead, Koga followed behind the thing as it chased his companions around. "You guys got this," he panted in response to Oscar. "When we finish up here, you, me, and anyone else who wants," he looked between Oscar and Mina, "should hit up Taft and find some

More valid points were brought up, with even some of the new players chipping in. Bahr, quite accurately, pointed out that undead were not seen on the 28th floor. But bringing up mutated animals: "So mobs are still a possibility?" the swordsman chimed in at an appropriate pause. The unknowns would remain unknown, such as it was. Answers never came until they were in the thick of it, and it was too late. The flap to their makeshift room fluttered slightly, drawing Koga's eyes. And in walked none other than Alkor. Koga's eyes went wide in surprise. When was the last time he'd seen the blond

With Star and Pinball, the three players unleashed the opening salvo against the dragon, chunking the flying lizard's HP bar for almost a quarter of its health. Wulfrin, NIGHT and Freyd were close behind with the follow-up, reducing her HP almost into the yellow. All in all, a good start. And with the dragon only just recovering from Pin's stunning blow, she was going to go come crashing to the ground before she even had a chance to act. Tsuki no Hikari returned to it's sheath for just a moment, as shadow and smoke gathered around Koga before he all but disappeared, rushing forward a