Nymoria

The scimitar bounced backwards as Nymoria's sabre blade collided with it again, forcing the bandit further backwards. She could see the wall behind him, taking away and chances he had at possibly escaping. Instead, she'd managed to lure him perfectly into a position of weakness, one where he was at the mercy of her continued assault. She pushed herself into a flurry of strikes meant to weaken the grip on his scimitar, watching as sparks began to fly off the metal of each blade. Almost got him, just a little bit more. She kept her rhythm up, trying to maintain the pressure she was putting

Her first strike had been strong, and although the bandit had managed to catch Nymoria with an upward swing, she'd slipped out of the range of the majority of the blade. She watched as her armour took the brunt of the blade's force - her health bar dropping slightly in response, but her overall condition well off compared to her first fight. She gave a sly grin to herself as she prepared to come back around and up at the bandit, her movement stopped suddenly as she realised just how close her was to her. Nope! Too close! Back! Back! She parried a few poor strikes as she stumbled backward

Her steps had taken her from the dirt tunnel into what appeared to be some basement of the keep itself. She'd paused at the opening in the wall, clearly caused by the complete faultering of the rocks that had once made up it's exterior. She only moved forwards once she had confirmed that no major threats awaited her, sabre still in hand and ready for anything to jump from the shadows. If she had been hoping for an ambush, however, she found herself disappointed as nothing more than the crates of long discarded goods kept her company. Alright, so we have a keep basement. That means that

She let out of a soft groan as she pushed herself to her feet. There was no use remaining where she was, considering that there was more of the keep to clear. If nothing else, she had at least five other bandits that need to be brought down before she could rescue the teenager she'd been sent after. Shaking herself fully, she pulled open her menu and glanced at the available items that she had brought with her. The selection was, unsurprisingly, limited. I need to get better prepared before heading into these things. I'm missing a lot of basic items that could help me out here... She scol

She bit her lip as she leaned her head back against the wall. She'd felt the wave of exhaustion coming over her for the last little while as she tried to comfort herself on her success thus far. She'd managed, to say the least, far better than she ever could have mere weeks ago. What progress she'd been putting into her growth and development was clear in the way she had handled herself in the conflict between the two bandits. It had surely not been the easiest of fights, but she'd managed to walk away alive - and that was what mattered, in the end. That's all that matters right now, is t

The labyrinth had been found, and the guardian within defeated. The news had even reached Nymoria, down on the lower floors where she had been preparing for the various events. Calls had gone out, asking for help with finding the various consumables that would be required by the frontliners - calls for items that would, in most cases, be something that she could assist with. She'd glanced over the various lists, eyeing the lower floor field bosses with an almost desireable eye. She'd considered, numerous times over, trying her luck against one of them, but if she was given the chance to do so

She considered her options, her eyes glancing about as she took a few moments to rest. She had no doubts that she was exhausted beyond belief, and that she was still in danger of running into more of the bandits. The information she'd been given suggested there were at least five more, and while Nymoria had managed to hold her own against these two, she wondered how she would fair against even more dangerous, even more deadly groups of them. It would be dangerous, to say the least. I barely came out of this alive, and that was just against two of them. Imagine if I happened to run into all fiv

She couldn't resist entering upon noticing the tea company signage. The shop was, without a doubt, a reminder of home - the smells that hit her similar to numerous other shops that she had entered in the real world, and Nymoria found herself closing her eyes for a few seconds as she took it all in. Slowly, with a carefulness that bespoke someone accustomed to the various forms of leaves and assorted goods that could be found in such a shop, Nymoria made her way around. Hello, I'd like to place an order for a few items... She took her time, picking out exactly what she wanted with care. Th

The popup kitchen was, without a doubt, an interesting concept. Nymoria found herself wandering over to the bar like setup and glancing over everything, her eyes going wide when she saw the selection available. She wondered if she would be able to afford anything here, the pieces look exquisite to her eyes. Small price displays confirmed that, although expensive, it was well within her ability to afford. Excuse me, I'd like to place an order for a few items... Her hands moved in her typical signage, before pointing to the things she wanted. She was careful to choose only those that wouldn

The bandit stumbled, it's feet seemingly giving out beneath it as it tried to slash outwards in a wide stroke with it's axe again. Nymoria watched as it slammed into the ground, not quite falling on it's face, but stumbling enough that she knew she had the advantage, if only for a brief few seconds as it tried to recover. There was no hesitation in her, and although her body shook with the exhaustion that she had put it through, she moved with a quickness that spoke to her fighting capability, the sabre coming up in a strong swipe as she stepped in closer to the bandit's form. It seemed t

The axe's blade slammed into the wall next to Nymoria, sending her tumbling even as it missed her form. She could feel her legs give out beneath her, the knees of her pants getting torn slightly as she collided with the ground before rolling to her feet once more. She knew she was too tired to keep running, and the bandit clearly had no issue keeping up with her - a fact that was obvious from the few steps she had managed to make it away from their original place of conflict. Growling to herself, she pulled open her inventory and grabbed another potion that was waiting - her last one, she

The strike caught her in the torso, once again sending her slamming into the wall. She watched as another chunk of her health bar depleted, the green turning to an orangish yellow that caused a small spike of anxiety in Nymoria. She'd finished her last health potion that she had on hand, and she could see that her energy was still far from having recovered. Struggling to her feet, her eyes glanced at the bandit, seeing the blood filled rage in his face. She felt exhausted, far more than she had ever felt before. There was no doubt in her now, if she stayed here the fight would end in only one

Whether the bandit was beginning to tire, or if Nymoria's reinvigorated energy had given her the boost, she wasn't sure. Either way, didn't really matter. She'd managed to dodge the various flurry of blows that the bandit had thrown at her, downing the potion and watching as her health bar had risen ever so slightly in response. It was a sign of her barely holding on - but that barely holding on was far better than she'd been doing moments ago. Her entire body was aching, and yet she found herself more than capable of continuing to move - the hindrances she would've expected from her exhaustio

It didn't matter how much she willed it, Nymoria knew that the stun which held the bandit in place would eventually wear off. Sighing at the realisation, she considered her options. There was very little for her to do now - she could continue trying to hack away at the bandit, and hope that she survived long enough, or she could attempt her chance at fleeing and surviving for another day. Gritting her teeth, Nymoria knew that she was in no position to flee yet - even if there was danger here, she wanted to at least hold out until such time as she could bring the bandit down, little by little.

The surprise that Salem showed at the common ettique within Aincrad, watching his cup disappear into thin air as if it were a new marvel, reminded Nymoria that he had truly been disconnected from the events of the last few years. Unlike her, he was entering this world, truly and wholly, for the first time. She wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew that he would less likely be well adjusted to the various aspects of the digital world. How it differed from the real world, and how it was similar. Nuances that we take for granted now, but that Salem may not be familiar with...he may need a guide

Her gaze followed around the cafe as Salem brought the conversation back around, ending on him as she realised he was continuing to speak. The words came through muffled, albeit understandable when she looked away. She smiled at his commentary, glad that he'd at least found some enjoyment in coming to the cafe together. It's been a long time for me, as well. She managed to keep the depressive expression off her face as she signed the commentary, and for the first time found herself thankful that her tone could never be caught in the movement of her fingers as they spelled out her thought

She saw her chance as the bandit had reared backwards suddenly, his battleaxe raised high above his head so that it's haft bounced off the ceiling of the tunnel with a dull thunking sound. The bandit glanced upwards at the sound and feel, his eyes torn off his target but the shock of having had his weapon collide with the piece above. Nymoria dashed forwards, her sabre slashing out before the bandit could react in full to her sudden movement. She felt as the blade slashed along the side of the man, an odd resistance as it cut through him, before passing and continuing into the open air once mo

It didn't seem to matter how much distance she tried to place between herself and the bandit. Each swing of the battleaxe tore a chunk off her health bar, slowly replaced by the health potion and battle healing that were used following the devestating attack of the bandit. Nymoria knew, without a doubt, that she would soon be in trouble if she wasn't able to strike back at the bandit. She considered, for a brief second, taking the moment to at least lash out with a small attack - if only to do something. Wisdom won out, however, as she downed another of the potions in a desperate attempt to re

She felt a sliver of fear as the battleaxe once again tore into her side, sending her reeling from the momentum more than the power of the attack itself. She watched as the health bar depleted itself, draining slowly as the battle healing skill tried desperately to keep her going. Drawing another of the health potions from her inventory, she downed the item in a flurry of movement all while trying to back away from the bandit and put more space between her and him. Whether it could sense her fear, or was simply responding to her own movements, Nymoria wasn't sure - yet the man rushed forwards,

With the first bandit taken down, Nymoria turned her sights on the last one. She knew, at least for the moment, that she was still in a bad place. Her saved up energy had been depleted, she was feeling exhausted, and had none of her skills left to use at the current time. The best she could do, for now, was to hold on and hope that she could last long enough to recover her energy to the point where she could bring down the bandit. Pulling up her inventory, Nymoria smashed the button for the health potion, watching as it appeared in her hand. Without waiting she uncorked the item, tippin