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Despite it being an intense struggle with that surprise boar, Faux had actually completed this mission much quicker than he had the day he came here to gather. He felt the encroaching feeling that the anger he had fought so hard to suppress might become vital to his survival here. Combat was inevitable. If Faux had continued on his path of avoiding it, sooner or later it would destroy him. This battle he had in the plains was proof of that. Supplemental information was not enough— he had to seek more knowledge on combat to avoid such brushes with death in the future. But possibly even unbeknow

There would be no dramatic flare or ceremonious declaration. A sudden rush. Like a comet flung horizontally at its target, Faux launches at the exhausted boar. Faux held his breath as his opal saber carved a graceful arc, slicing through the air with unmatched finesse. In that triumphant moment, time resumed its natural pace, and the boar's huffing and heaving came to an aprupt halt. The majestic creature staggered, disoriented, before collapsing to the ground in a thunderous display of defeat. Its body bursts into a colorful array of blues and crystal tones. This wave of cerulean washes away,

Repeatedly, the boar's tusks come perilously close. Faux twists and curves his body around these attacks, eventually sliding underneath the creature's massive frame and safely to the other side. The boar turns around with steaming nostrils and wastes no time coming for the brown-skinned target again. With saber in hand, he pierces the ground, using it as a pivot to launch himself out of harm's way just in time. The boar's hooves pound the earth, creating a slight tremor that threatens to unbalance him, but Faux remains upright. Unrelentless, the boar strikes again. This time, Faux leaps high i

However, as soon as the stun would fade from its body, the boar would jump high into the air. This takes Faux by surprise, as it was much higher than it had jumped before; and, it was doing backflips as it rose into the sky. Then, it comes falling down at incredible speeds and Faux doesn't react in time. The pig stomps down into his head and smashes him into the ground. This was a direct, critical hit. Dust and grassy debris speed in all directions away from the impact. Faux's vision goes blurry for a moment as he tries to regain his composure after such a hard hit. That's what he gets for sta

Another deep breath. Another glow of his saber. He shifts his footing, and begins a new type of assault. He takes many short steps around the beast, similar to how it had circled him. He slashes at its hide in quick succession, many tiny slashes that leave it squealing and seeking some kind of path away from the man. But as soon as it would begin to take a step in a new direction, hopefully away from the blade's judgement, Faux would be there. He looms around the space of the Mama Boar, applying five shallow slashes before shifting to be directly behind it. He

As the boar paces in a circle around him, Faux realizes how low his health has fallen. Red. It was the first time he had seen that color on his health bar. 'Is this the cardinal panic that players feel when their health is falling?' A heat begins to simmer in the pit of his stomach. He attempts to quell this by pulling one of his starter potions from his bag and splashing it down his throat. His health rings, this time in ascending tune, as it raises back to full. Faux instantly feels calmer, the burn of battle fading slightly. Yet, his opponent still circled him endlessly, always debating ano

Faux doesn't let his failed sword arts deter him from focusing. The piggish beast would not let up in its assault, but its attack pattern was far less than complex. It was only using basic attacks that would not be fatal unless Faux allowed them to be. He brandeshes his saber with a few acrobatic slashes of the air in front of him. Then, slipping into a crouch, he holds it in front of his face. 'Focus,' he tells himself. But upon the boar entering his vicinity once again, he swipes too early and entirely misses the thing. He is left open for the boar to jump up and ram head-on into his chest.

The boar charged with relentless fury, its massive tusks slashing through the air. With quick reflexes, the beginner player continuousy leaps aside, narrowly avoiding the deadly assault. Faux could feel himself start to move with fluidity, staying one step ahead of the beast's powerful lunges. His saber becomes an extension of his arm, waving through the air with distinct precision. Mama lunges towards him with a forceful grunt, and Faux meets it this time with a downward slash of his saber, meeting the beast's tusks with a resounding clash. The collision sent shockwaves through the young brok

The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the parched ground. With beads of sweat trickling down his brow, he gripped his trusty saber tightly, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The boar snorted fiercely, its eyes fixed on Faux, as it pawed the dry earth once more. The effects of the paralysis had worn off, and she was already furious with her inability to tackle the stupid human. She doesn't waste a moment charging forward. Faux is ready. His saber glows like it has before, and in a dramatic jump dash towards the giant boar, he thrusts his arm forward t

They both dash forward into action. Faux has probably fought less opponents than this Mama Boar had in its brief existence, so he wouldn't underestimate it. Rather, he overestimated the power of a basic attack. Sure, they had done him justice in fighting boarlets; but, that was essentially taking life candy from a baby. Here, as he rolls to the left and cuts a shallow swipe into Mama, her health bar barely budges. It appears her tough hyde is reducing some of the damage. But still, the slash he cuts into her is an expertly clean one, causing the wound to not fade, but continuously spew little

Faux watches as Morningstar provides the finishing slashes to the creature admist conversation about apples. "A couple of new items and you'll be on your way to the front lines." Faux stores his weapon for the last time and nods assuredly at Morningstar. He had been avoiding combat for so long-- long before he came to this game, in fact. Violence was an aversion for Faux in the real world, so each time he lifted his sword, it was with the courage to grate against the fiber of his being. The frosty-headed boy would make Star's words a reality one day. As night began to fall, t

"Well," Faux starts as he equips the shoes, "I am actually a low level player myself, as you may have guessed." His eyes twinkle with joy as he watches the biting mist start to pool around his feet. He already felt more a part of his environment. These "boots" were made for first steps (and that's just what they'll do). Perhaps, night wouldn't understand this sentiment. So, Faux continues humbly explaining what he really does. "I've never been higher than Floor 10, but I investigate rumors on the lower floors for potential hidden quests. I also interview players, mainly in the Town of Beginnin

Faux is appreciative of the kind words from the experienced players, but there's little to show on his face. He sheathes his blade. It was clear that the other two were significantly stronger, and doing most of the heavy lifting. The dusky boy admired them for uplifting him in this moment without being patronizing. However, his eyes could barely follow Raidou's movement just now. And the fact that he so calmly stood in this dangerous valley at the edge of night with his groceries still in hand made Faux feel a bit silly for having to concentrate so hard. Even now, the hairs o

Examining the glowing bits of dry grass closer, it would appear something was left behind by the destruction of those poor boars. It was a tiny veil, full of a dark crimson liquid. Upon picking it up, cardinal provides small text determining it "Boarlet's Blood," along with a question of acquisiton. Faux turns the cylindrical glass around in his fingers for a few seconds, watching the thick blood ooze around its walls. He doesn't even consider taking it when a loud huff comes from behind him. He can feel the push of air on his back, fleeing from this exhale. He turns to see a much larger boar

This was beginning to feel very comfortable for him. Faux weaves from side-to-side , dodging the Boar’s futile tackles and inching closer. With a swift swoop downwards, the boar is severed in half and bursts into fading diamonds. Faux, yet again, felt a sense of accomplishment in even being here. He already had plenty of boar tusks and pelts to supply Lyle and there wasn’t a single scratch on the lad. He sheathes his Salted Therapy and kneels in the grass. He needed to feel this moment. Then, he sits to document the scenery in his sketchbook. He hadn’t drawn a good boar yesterday, so here he d