[Temporary Mana Vessel]
[Drake Wallen Asura]
[Race: Asuran] [E-Rank]
[Profession: None]
[Weakened Magic Tempered Asuran Initiate] [Unique] Level 34
[Vitality] 916 (+40%)
[Strength] 1584 (+105%)
[Dexterity] 1036 (+115%)
[Intelligence] 1473 (+70%)
[Wisdom] 1031 (+70%)
[Endurance] 900 (+115%)
[Free Points] 150
Drake's outburst of mana and Aura temporarily stunned Tizruuk enough for Drake to move in close, landing a blow to his abdomen. On top of the influx of stats, from somehow reclaiming some of his Asuran roots. He felt invigorated.
His first slammed into Tizruuk as he shouted, "Impact!"
The water cartridge that he had loaded into his arm fired, a wave of liquid spilling from his first and covering the life sized bug.
However, Tizruuk was unfortunately a level 40 advanced class. And Drake's skills effects would only last so long against him.
Tizruuk shook off the effects of Drake's Aura, swiping down with his sword, the blade covered in a purplish glow.
Drake's body ached from the strain of his enhancement spells as he raised his arms to block, putting more mana into the earth spells covering the gauntlets.
But Tizruuk's blade sunk into the layers of earth, easily connecting with the metal underneath.
Drake roared in pain as he felt the metal shear and his flesh being bitten into by the blade.
"Ah you stupid fly! I'm not losing an arm again! Been there, done that!"
He activated the second cartridge in his arm, permafrost spreading from his weapon and cascading over the insect's weapon. Soon Tizruuk was entirely encased in ice and Drake was against the clock.
His body was able to hold up against the enhancements of his spell, but by using concurrent buffs that essentially doubled his stats, it was a race against time and when his body finally gave out.
Drake could feel the damage and chaotic mess it was making inside him. His body breaking and reforming quickly from his regeneration, the power flowing through him restrained only by his armor and sheer will.
But would it be enough to topple the toughest opponent Drake had faced yet? Another Primordial.
Not just some background character or passing monster for a quest. As much as Drake hated to admit it, this fight against Tizruuk was the most difficult one to date. Drake had exhausted almost all of his tricks and was now desperately using the last one up his sleeve.
But oh boy was he enjoying it.
A fresh smile painted his face.
This is what it meant. This is what it meant to allow your Asuran blood to boil and let loose. No more fighting against the urges. It was time for Drake to let bear his will to face someone of equal or better strength and skill. It was time to test himself.
Tizruuk, still temporarily frozen, began fighting against the ice cage formed around him. Thin spiderweb-like cracks beginning to show on the layer.
Drake moved with new motivation and urgency, the two slots in his arm replaced with two fiery blazing cartridges as he attempted to snap the blade stuck in his gauntlet.
But to no avail, the weapon would not budge, the material it was made from was too solid.
The cracks in the ice quickly widened, freeing Tizruuk from his cold prison as he let out a animalistic screech of anger.
Tizruuk wrenched his blade from Drake's arm a line of crimson blood following the motion. And then the two were locked in a flurry of exchanges once more.
The insect was fed up and it showed.
With new deftness, each swing of its blades found their mark on Drake, Tizruuk somehow winning out despite Drake's now comparable stats.
However, even if Drake was able to artificially boost his stats to something similar to the insect Primordial. It was taking all of his concentration and will to keep his body from bursting apart.
He was just barely holding on, matching each swing of the insects blade with a strike of his own. Every swing would cut deeper and deeper into Drake's earthen covered gauntlets. Forcing him to repair the damage and eat further into his pool of mana and other statuses.
For the moment, he was able to keep up his regeneration to keep the stale mate, but for how long Drake couldn't hope to guess. He couldn't spare a moment to take in his surroundings or see how well the rest of the squad was fairing.
Something deep down told Drake this was it. This foe, this insect, was the wall he must climb to reach the next peak.
The barrage of strikes were broken suddenly as Tizruuk's movements suddenly changed. The striking pattern Drake had become accustom too over the last minute ceased.
An armored foot found it's way to his jaw, throwing Drake backwards. The next a deep searing pain arched across his exposed back.
Tizruuk' was beginning to expend his skills.
Instead of frustration, Drake felt a wide grin cross his face. He was finally able to force the bug into seeing him as a real threat. Enough that it wanted. It needed to finish the fight.
It seemed he wasn't the only one holding on.
Drake was pushed forward from the blow behind, his opened hands going to the ground and exploding with his will. The fire in his gauntlets roared out, launching him upward as the cylinders pushed out of his arms in smokey lines, soon replaced with a yellow and red cartridge.
Looking down he saw Tizruuk's head trained upward, staring him down before the insect launched itself up.
Spinning in a corkscrew with its baldes drawn it turned into a spinning bullet of death.
Drake's eyes widened and he formed several layers of ice in front of him to block the strike, pointing one hand out to the side as he formed a gust of wind.
"Impact!"
He shouted as soon as Tizruuk made contact with the ice barrier. The gust Drake had created combining with his gauntlets firing of its fire spell within it, catapulting him to the back to the ground.
But Tizruuk tore through the ice like harmless clouds, his blades slamming into Drake's side and tearing a hole through both him and his armor.
Drake spun out of control to the ground, crashing in a heap.
Gritting his teeth in pain, he forced himself up only to find Tizruuk standing above him. The bug had followed him down in an instant, ready to follow up the attack.
Drake's palm pressed agains the floor and he let loose the last cartridge in his gauntlet. A storm of lightning wreaked havoc on the surroundings, engulfing them both.
But just like before the spell barely phased Tizruuk. However the small stun was all Drake needed.
He willed more spells into existence. Four earthen circles, two reinforcing his arms, and two locking Tizruuk to the ground.
Drake forced himself forward, his arms grabbing Tizruuk's at the elbows. Drake quickly molded the earth spells onhis arms to act like handcuffs, locking them both into place.
Tizruuk's eyes and head looke dback and forth in confusion as it began struggling, the earth beginning to crumble.
But Drake was betting the farm.
From above them four snow white, and one brilliant yellow circle formed, lighting up the surroundings.
Drake grined as he roared.
"Magia Erebea!"
Shards of ice formed just as quickly as they shot down and impaled Drake's shoulders. However despite Tizruuk's confused clattering, the spells were absorbed, and Drake's entire being went white.
Tizruuk had enough, breaking free of the earthen restraints and bringing his weapons down in a cross slash. But Drake was already gone.
Using his Elemental Dynamic Entrance, he teleported behind Tizruuk using his fire element. Reappearing in a blaze of glory, his lightning spell accompanying him.
Drake slammed his hands together forming a triangle as the lightning fell in the center, condensing with the remainder of his status.
Every last drop.
Tizruuk turned, back smoldering from the flames as he raised his blades in defense. The swords glowing purple.
"Fuck limits! Fuck Primordials! And fuck you!" Drake cackled, "SHIN! KIKOU-HOU!!!!!"
The lighting was let loose like a rail gun, the air turning to plasma. A beam of white hot energy ripped through the area powered by Drake's makeshift quadruple heretical ice endowment on top of his Septenarius buff that combined all his endowments.
The surroundings dimmed and left remaining was Tizruuk shuddering in pain and smoldering, his upper torso missing along with his left leg and arm. The blades he used to defend himself, melted down to the handles.
You've killed Tizruuk Dznoots Level 40, experience earned.
Pseudo Weakened Magic Tempered Asuran Initiate Level Increased to Level 35, 50 Temporary FP have been awarded.
Pseudo Weakened Magic Tempered Asuran Initiate Level Increased to Level 36, 50 Temporary FP have been awarded.
Title Earned: Slayer of the Old
Slayer of the Old
You have killed a direct descendant of an ancient lineage, proving your steel.
+20% to all stats.
Tizruuk's body fell to the ground in a plume of dust.
However Drake's body was spent, blood pouring from every vein as his spells and buffs expired, his side still missing a gaping chunk.
He coughed a mouthful of blood, "Well, guess I'm finally dead."
But Drake wouldn't be allowed to go peacefully. Flying over his vision a woman with red hair screamed as if thrown. No, she was definitely thrown. Landing right next to him.
Soon Drake felt his breathing steady, and the familiar itch of his body healing came.
"Vale?" he asked, unable to move a muscle from the pain.
"How in the burning! What did you do to yourself?! My healing is doing almost nothing. If this keeps up I'm going to be out of mana too!"
Another familiar voice came.
"Just keep him from dying."
The face came into view. It was Tan, and he looked very, very, unhappy.
"I have plenty of questions for you. Drake Wallen," and then he knelt down, whispering, "Asura."
Standing back up, his scowl deepened. And Drake finally noticed the odd silence.
He had just killed, what he supposed was their general, or strongest fighter. Which Drake assumed could have made the swarm leave. However with the undeniable single minded assault that had come from before, he doubted it.
Barely able to move his head, Drake craned his neck, straining himself. But what he saw now confused him more.
A man clad in black smoke, wearing what strangely looked like Asuran garb. His entire being outlined by a sinister and evil purple glow, his eyes a solid white.
A white that Drake recognised instantly. It was the same color Bjorn's eyes turned when using his legendary skill.
This- Whatever this was, or who. Drake had a sinking feeling.
The man spoke in a playful tone despite his appearance. Waving his hand casually to Tan.
"Hello little brother. It's been a while."
Drake remained confused. Not just by the person's words, but by the fact he couldn't feel anything from them. No aura, no mana fluctuations. Nothing that gave a hint of how strong they were.
And then there was Tan. Drake had never seen the man so angry.
"Ganeer," Tan growled, "Take the squad and retreat."
Suddenly Drake was lifted up, his body slung over the shoulder of the stardust golem.
"Ruining the party already? I just wanted to talk, my dear little Han…" sneered the man in black smoke.
Lightbulbs went off in Drake's mind. Suspicions he had since meeting the elf man, but Tan was the wrong race. He was only half Asuran.
"I have nothing to say to you, Marun' Dune… Or the shadow of my brother you play your games with!"
The lightbulbs broke in Drake's head. The figure cast in black was the Original Primordial Titan. Marun' Dune.