That's why I need you to move away from this place.
[Of course, these things don't last, and it's a good thing, too. Atsumu's voice comes into his mind slowly, and it's terribly distracting when he's basically facing monsters with an anatomy that goes beyond everything he knows that find him an exotic appetizer.
He quickly casts a mending spell on the blade of his sword and rounds most of them all up into one place.
He seems he's trying to hit their legs and not being successful. Instead, the blade swipes across a jumbled mess of roots and branches on the ground, the beasts trying to stomp on it and leaving
He steps back and calls out to a couple more.] C'mon, ugly.
[Maybe these critters have a sense of pride because they ruffle… something, not feathers, certainly not fur, but something, as though taking offense to being called ugly. They stomp and step onto that field that Mamoru had been circling with his extra speed, where the others are, gathering close in what looks like a starting line in a track, ready to rush the swordsman as soon as he stops.
But the floor creaks, crackles, and crumbles underneath their weight.
And now, with more than half of them gone, Mamoru runs.] Time to make ourselves scarce.
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[Of course, these things don't last, and it's a good thing, too. Atsumu's voice comes into his mind slowly, and it's terribly distracting when he's basically facing monsters with an anatomy that goes beyond everything he knows that find him an exotic appetizer.
He quickly casts a mending spell on the blade of his sword and rounds most of them all up into one place.
He seems he's trying to hit their legs and not being successful. Instead, the blade swipes across a jumbled mess of roots and branches on the ground, the beasts trying to stomp on it and leaving
He steps back and calls out to a couple more.] C'mon, ugly.
[Maybe these critters have a sense of pride because they ruffle… something, not feathers, certainly not fur, but something, as though taking offense to being called ugly. They stomp and step onto that field that Mamoru had been circling with his extra speed, where the others are, gathering close in what looks like a starting line in a track, ready to rush the swordsman as soon as he stops.
But the floor creaks, crackles, and crumbles underneath their weight.
And now, with more than half of them gone, Mamoru runs.] Time to make ourselves scarce.