[SP-F9] Cleaning duty <<Bandit camp>>

[Xion 0]

Xion sighed as he teleported into the main City of floor 9, the volcano above which the settlement was suspended as intimidating as ever, but Xion didn't mind. He wasn't about to fall into the damn thing and he had the survival skill meaning that heat and cold had little to no effect on him. 

"Well may as well get to this then" he said as he looked through his menu and looked at the  quest that he had heard about. 4 enemies, one tank. Poor odds for the bandits. 

 

He he walked around until he found the warrior NPC, he looked like he was moderately experienced. "Sir sir please can you help me!" He shouted once he saw Xion, running up to the heavily armoured player. "Please, a group of bandits have taken control of all the nearby hunting areas, none of us can hunt because they threaten and even attack anyone who dares encroach upon their territory. So, will you help to rid us of this menace?" He asked, making a small prompt window appear, which Xion accepted. "Excellent " the man exclaimed "I'll mark the location on your map, good luck!" He said, to which Xion nodded before heading off, studying his map as he did

[Xion 0]

As he walked the tank took some time to take in the floor properly, it had a strange beauty that Xion could just not explain, it was devoid of traditional beauty but still had it's own charm, a character almost. The tank smiled, it was good to be adventuring again. 

it was a long time before he reached the area marked on his map, but as the NPC had told him there was a small group of small bandits, terrorising the local MOB population, unaware that they were about to get their comeuppance. 

 

"You four!" Xion said as he walked into view, not bothering to be stealthy. He was a tank, what would stealth do? "Have you ever considered allowing the people of this floor to hunt without being attacked?" He asked. "Hey boss, looks like we have a lost little lamb here!" One of them said l, before the others laughed in a forced manner. "Well well we can't let some good meat go to waste can we? And this little lamb has walked right up to the slaughter house hasn't he boys?" The presumed leader said, before Guesturing to the other bandits, which promptly charged Xion. 

 

The fools. 

[Xion 0]

ID:50293

BD:2 (fail) 

MB: 8 ( 1 DMG each after MIT) 

As the bandits charged Xion raised his large shield, facing his attackers as they drew their weapons and began to swing wildly. 

Each attack was near useles, and Xion's guard held as he watched the bandits struggle in vain against his armour, the four being punished by his thorns as they did. He did more damage to them than they did to him without lifting a finger.

 

once their attacks had ceased Xion attempted to lash out with his spear but missed, his opponents were too fast for a tank to hit. 

Xion (48/52HP) (12/13EN) 

Bandit: (56/70HP) [-14 thorns on all] 

Bandit.(56/70HP) 

Bandit:(56/70HP)

Bandit:(56/70HP)

[Xion 0]

ID:50295

BD: 3 (fail) 

MD: 1 (fail) 

As Xion looked at the four bandits and their surprisingly low HP bars for Xion having not landed hit they began another suicidal assault, swinging here there and everywhere. The tank moved his shield to block every attack, their blades pinging off of the dark grey metal, the player himself trying to attack again with his spear but failing again.  

 

Xion:(48/52HP) (11/13EN) 

Bandit: (56/70HP) 

Bandit.(56/70HP) 

Bandit:(56/70HP)

Bandit:(56/70HP)

[Xion 0]

ID:50296

BD:2 (fail)

MD:  4 (fail) 

 

once again the bandits attacked Xion, the four of them screaming with anger as their blades bounced helplessly off of the tank's armour, his shield still held infromt of him in order to prevent the bandits from harming him.

 

once the NPCs had finished their attacks Xion tried to lash out once more, hoping for some kind of hit, but no cigar. This was going to be a long battle unfortunately for Xion, and for the bandits. 

 

 

 

Xion:(48/52HP) (10/13EN) 

Bandit: (56/70HP) 

Bandit.(56/70HP) 

Bandit:(56/70HP)

Bandit:(56/70HP)

[Xion 0]

ID:50297

BD: 9 (crit, +1 DMG) 

MD: 2 (fail)

 

As the tank looked at the bandits they started their next assault, aw couple of them trying to flank Xion while he blocked the main two bandits' attacks with his shield, each hit doing no damage, even the bandits that had flanked him weren't able to pierce his armour. 

 

"That...was a mistake...friends" Xion said with a grin as he activated his <<Haymaker>> sword art, swinging his spear in a wide arc, knocking all of the bandits to the ground while taking a sizeable chunk out of their HP bars. He was finally making some headway. 

 

 

Xion:(48/52HP) (9/13EN) ((-4 haymaker, +1 turn regeneration) 

Bandit: (46/70HP) (-10 from haymaker on all)

Bandit.(46/70HP) 

Bandit:(46/70HP)

Bandit:(46/70HP)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50304

BD: 9 (crit, +1 damage) 

MD:8 ( 1 damage after MIT) 

It took a second for Xion to fully come out of the sword art and ready himself once more, and in that time the bandits had gotten up and started attacking him once more, catching him off guard as they managed to hack way at his armour, dealing minimal damage while his thorns punished them for attacking. 

"Haven't you learned yet?" Xion asks before using his haymaker sword art again, striking all four bandits as he swung his spear as their HP nearly halved from the thorns and his attack. 

"Attacking me just means that you take more damage, face it you can't win" he said with a grin. 

 

Xion:(44/52HP) (6/13EN) ((-4 haymaker, +1 turn regeneration) 

Bandit: (22/70HP) (-10 from haymaker  and -14 from thorns on all, minus 24 total )

Bandit.(22/70HP) 

Bandit:(22/70HP)

Bandit:(22/70HP)

Edited March 6, 2016 by Xion

[Xion 0]

ID: 50396

BD: 6 (hit)

MD: 2 (fail) 

After Xion's sword art and his thorns had halved their HP rather swiftly the bandits seemed to catch on that their 4v1 fight wasn't going all too well. "Uhh, boss we should try to retreat!" One of them said, to which the others simply nodded and started to run, leaving their backs exposed. 

 

Xion grinned, finally he had to actually move in order to fight them, rather than just sit there and watch them, effectively punch themselves in the face. 

The tank ran after them, his armour clanking and rattling, making a couple of the bandits turn around just in time to see his golden spear swing into the group: another Haymaker. 

 

Xion:(44/52HP) (3/13EN) ((-4 haymaker, +1 turn regeneration) 

Bandit: (12/70HP) (-10 from haymaker  On all) 

Bandit.(12/70HP) 

Bandit:(12/70HP)

Bandit:(12/70HP)

Edited 13 hours ago by Xion

 

 

 

[Xion 0]

ID: 50413 

MD: 6 (hit... And four dead bandits) 

 

In retaliation to the tank's attack the four bandits turned around and charged, making their final stand as Xion raised his shield, confident hat the bandits wouldn't be able to do much damage through his thick armour. 

 

The four attacked in unison, each blade swinging one last time into he aegis' armour as their owners were bitten and punished severely by Xion's thorns, causing ther HP to drop to zero, all of the  exploding into shards of data. 

 

"Well that's over...I guess I should go back now..." The tank said to himself as he checked his loot. 

 

+4 MATS 

 

 

 

 

[Xion 0]

After a while of walking, Xion had returned to the main settlement of floor 9 (I forget the name) and had returned to the warrior NPC who had been extremely happy when he heard that the bandits were no more, handing the tank a bag of col (will determine amount at the end of The thread). After this Xion decided to find the local tavern, which didn't take too long. 

 

Walking into the building, Xion's armour rattled and clanked, racing the gaze of a few players towards him, along with a good amount of intimidating stares. "One beer please" Xion said, the bartender producing a mug from which Xion began drinking. "Ahh" he said "I should do this more often" 

[Xion 0]

Xion sat there for the best part of an hour, enjoying his drink, and then some more afterwards,it was only a couple but even in the real world the blonde was a lightweight, and SAO was no different. After the first drink he had been a little giggly, not properly drunk but giggly,the second he became slightly tipsy, and by the third he was borderline drunk, he still had some sense but let's face it: A 15 year old was never going to last. 

 

"I...I should get going" Xion said slowly, clumsily nodding to the bartender before slowly getting up and turning around, only to see three very angry looking players...with that one haircut that every "chav" in England had: This was not going to end well. 

 

"Hey mate" one of them said "What the hell are you doing, appearing out of here in your shiny armour like you own the place eh?" Yep, as drunk-Xion expected these were THAT kind of "chav" the ones that get all territorial if you appear to be better than them..and judging by their gear, these were three, salty low level players 

"Look, gentlemen, please let's just forget about whateverthehell you're angry about and enjoy the rest of the evening" Xion said coolly, slurring a couple of his words

[Xion 0]

Unsurprisingly, this approach did not work, the remark causing one of the group to laugh, it sounded rather fake and forced, almost as if it was just to make a point. "Look here pal, you can't just walk up ere, I mean like...this is OUR town YA....something" this time the man slurred his words too, he wasn't territorial, an angry drunk.

 

"look can we just forget this, I need to get home and- oof" Xion was cut off mid sentence as one of the men pushed him to the ground, which usually wouldn't happen but this was a drunken teenager in heavy armour, he was about as balanced as a jenga tower after ten minutes of gameplay. 

 

The blow did no damage thankfully because they were in a safe zone, but it bloody well ticked Xion off. 

"Alright, you asked for it" Xion said before getting up and charging into one of the men, pushing him out of the door and onto the street outside, knocking him to the ground in the process. "How does it feel?" He asked, before dragging the man along a few metres and clumsily throwing him aside. 

[Xion 0]

ID: 50606

BD: 5 ( so close)

MD: 3 (nope) 

 

The man grunted as he was pulled along and thrown onto the ground, before angrily getting up and pointing at Xion.  "Duel me YA freak. Take, take the armour off. Half loss, fists only. K-kapesh?" The man said. 

"Fine! I'll punch the living daylights out of you" Xion said in response, his words slurred as he unequipped his armour, replacing them with his long black trenchcoat. Content that Xion wasn't armoured up, the man sent him a request which Xion accepted. 

 

The he two stood there for a few seconds before the duel counter finished counting down, both of them throwing weak and clumsy punches which missed. 

 

Xion (52/52) (12/13en) 

Drunkard (40/40) 

[Xion 0]

ID: 50612

BD: 10 (3DMG) 

MD: 1 (fail) 

 

After the initial failed swings the two fighters clumsily returned to a fighting stance, sizing each other up, circling clumsily like a pair of the world's worst lions. 

The man threw his punch first, the blow being easily dodged by Xion even in his drunken state before he retaliated with a swift right hook to the side of the man's face, knocking him to the ground. "Stay down and give up" Xion slurred. 

 

Xion (52/52) ( 12/13en)

Drunkard (37/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50656

BD: 9 (crit, 2 DMG) 

MD: 5 (miss) 

 

"What you think you're tough?" The drunkard angrily spat as he got to his feet. "I'll win mark my words" he said before winding up a powerful punch, actually throwing one a couple of seconds later, but the man had make his attack so obvious that Xion was able to easily dodge it, before driving his own fist into the man's stomach, dealing a small amount of damage. 

Xion (52/52) (12/13en) 

Drunkard (35/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50660 

BD: 3 (miss) 

MD: 10 (3 DMG) 

After hearing the first few punches being thrown a crowd of players had gathered to see the fight unfold. "100 Col on the blonde one" somebody shouted from within the crowd, while someone else began collecting bets. "BET HERE". 

 

Meanwhile Xion had thrown another punch, hoping to catch the man off guard but missed, leaving himself open for his opponent's left hook into his torso. "Damnit..." He cursed, before his opponent laughed with confidence.

 

Xion 49/52) 11/13en 

Drunkard (35/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50709

BD: 1 (miss) 

MD: 10 ( 3 DMG) 

 

As Xion slowly recovered he thre another punch, aiming for the man's torso, the largest part of his body, but missed again before a fist collided with his stomach, knocking him backwards. "Damnit" he said, before hearing someone yell "IM CHANGING MY BET TO THE GUY WITH SHORT HAIR"

 

Xion (46/52) (10/13en)

Drunkard (35/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50792 

BD: 3 (kill me now) 

BD: 8 (come on) 

It soon dawned upon Xion that his opponent was getting the upper hand, sure he had a larger health pool than the drunkard but with the hits that the man was landing that wouldn't be much of a problem soon. He HAD to get another hit in, so the tank went for a straight punch to the gut, his hand being intercepted. An impressive feat for a drunk man before a fist was shoved into Xion's nose, dealing a small amount of damage. 

 

Xion (45/53) (9/13en) 

Drunkard (35/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50868

MD: 3 (MISS, also skipping my roll this turn to regen energy) 

 

Xion panted, he was out of breath and the fight was dragging on longer that he wanted it to in his drunken state, also a few punches had sobered him up a little, he still wasn't at 100%. 

 

"FALL OVER AND GIVE UP ALREADY" his opponent yelled as he aimed a weak punch at Xion, the tank sidestepping in order to dodge the blow. He wouldn't attack this time, he needed to regen some of his lost energy. 

 

Xion (45/53) (10/13en) 

Drunkard (35/40)

[Xion 0]

ID: 50870

BD: 9 ( 2 DMG) 

MD: 5 (1 dmg)

 

As the two combatants fought on the crowd around them grew, soon the entire tavern was watching the spectacle, some impressed at their fighting ability, others disgusted that somebody could be having a brawl at this time of day. Nevertheless, Xion and his opponent kept on fighting with all of their drunken strength. 

 

The man threw another clumsy punch, aimed at the blonde teen's face, which was intercepted by Xion's hand, which enveloped the man's fist "Bad idea" he said before pulling the man in and landing a clean uppercut to his jaw, kicking him to the ground afterwards. 

 

Xion (45/53) (10/13en) 

Drunkard (33/40)