Of Men and Ogres (Open)

[Sol Royale]

The large fist slammed into the ground, leaving a hole in its wake. Sol ducked under the attached arm, leaping toward the beast, the ogre, to which it belonged. He twisted in the air so that he flew feet first, hitting the thing in the knee. This wasn’t an attack, though, as he pushed off to get higher into the air. He was in Beta form and so he was much more agile than the Ogre. It began to raise its arm again, trying to bat away the annoying fly that was jumping all over it. As he flew off of the beast’s knee he grabbed its arm, feeling the rippling muscles under his grasp.

It tried to shake him off, but Sol quickly maneuvered to get a footing, jumping off of its arm and high into the air. It looked up at him as the young man leapt high, throwing its arms up as it tried to swat him out of the air. His outstanding agility had allowed him to get massive air, flying out of reach of the beast. He smirked as he reached the pinnacle of the leap, the highest point, where he almost hovered for a moment.

Then, suddenly and without warning, in a flash of light that surrounded him, Sol changed. His two daggers became one massive sword and he became more armored, switching from Beta to Delta forms. With impressive strength he swung that massive sword over his head and brought it straight down, the weight carrying him out of his leap onto the Ogre. The rather stupid beast did manage to have the wit to move, although it wasn’t fast enough. The sword crashed down on its shoulder and Sol pulled the trigger on the hilt, causing the Sawblade to start. A sickening noise sounded as blood was thrown forward, as well as bone marrow and anything else that got in the way of the saw.

Sol landed, the sword hitting the ground right next to the severed arm. Without giving the beast a moment to recoil Sol went into a spin, throwing his weight into the hilt of the large weapon and using his hips to swing it around, bashing it into the Ogre’s waist before activating the saw once more. Blood, intestines, gastric juices, everything that was on the inside of the Ogre was torn out by the wicked machina blade as it spun, painting the ground behind the beast.

The blade went clean through, slicing the Ogre clear in half. It didn’t have much time to react to its own death outside of scream of agony as its insides were torn out. The top half fell off and the bottom half fell over. Sol finished the swing of the weapon, letting the tip of the massive sword dig into the ground behind him as he stood over the large terror of the land. Calm Lands indeed. Sol scoffed at the name, eyeing the carnage he had just caused, the sounds of which would’ve sounded all throughout the peaceful land. He sighed at the hypocrisy of naming a land Calm when fiends still walked it. It simply left people with a false sense of security, like the parties this Ogre had terrorized for a few weeks now.

It had met a fitting end.

[Velvet and Kerr]

''Good job! That was utterly fantastic. Skill and class. But why did you kill the thing? Wouldn't have you gotten stronger if you only beat it, and drove it to search for you to extract rebenge from it's humiliation?''

The voice suddenly echoed, from the prescence that had been watching the other for some time now. The blue hair floated in the wind, and those teal shaded eyes starred at the figure, even as another trotted right up. The second figure was female, as the armor was curvy, and her skirt fluttered around her tighs. Her boots were high and protective, but that still didn't stop the view of some of her legs. Her body was lithe and beautiful, as she panted softly, leaning close to the male beside her. ''Fuck I missed it didn't I! Dammit, I wanted to see this guy fight. Why didn't you call earlier, you dumbass!'' she said, her temper sudden and violent, as she swatted the male beside her. He gave a small yelp and scratched his head, looking at the girl before him. Drawing herself up, she gave a sigh, before flashing a smile at the male surrounded by guts and gore. ''So yeah! I'm Velvet, this is Kerr. I'm bored now, so I'mma going to go fight something!'' she said, before heading off impusively, her body suddenly landing on the side of the small hill she had been on. Jumping off it, her blade slashed through the throat of a fiend, as she started to hum softly. Kerr was still starring at the male, but glancing over at his partner from time to time. Just to make sure. He was waiting for an answer.

[Sol Royale]

Sol wiped some of the blood off his face, taking a deep breath after battling the beast. He wasn’t even out of breath after heaving his massive sawblade around, hadn’t even broken a sweat in taking down that Ogre. He heaved the blade away from the pile of gore and stuck the point into the ground, turning around calmly to react to the sudden voice. The Calm Lands always had travelers, that’s why he had killed the Ogre. The fiends here were menacing to those who couldn’t handle themselves in battle and today Sol was feeling particularly protective over others.

”But if I left it alive it might go on to attack others instead of hunting me down, or perhaps return home to feed its family with the carcasses of those it’s already slain. I don’t pretend to understand a fiend’s mind, I’d much rather put it to an end,” Sol responded without much hesitation to think about his answer. He leaned against the massive blade, which was dug into the ground rather securely. ”Besides, I have no desire to become stronger, I merely wish to have fun.” He watched as a female ran up cursing up a storm to the guy who had spoken up prior. She introduced the pair of them before dashing off to slay some fiends, oddly enough.

”If she’s made of velvet she may want to be a bit more careful. Some of those fiends have sharp claws,” Sol responded with a bemused smile, watching as she slit the neck of a fiend while humming a jaunty tune. ”My name’s Sol,” he responded after a moment with an idle addition. ”She wanted to see me fight? How long have you two been watching me, anyway?” Sol asked the man who remained curiously. It was peculiar that he hadn’t noticed them before, though Sol often got lost in himself, so they may have been there while he was contemplating the purpose of existence of the chocobo. He had concluded they existed for the simple purpose of ridding the world of herbs, though they had been tamed before they could conclude this goal. Seemed reasonable.

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[Velvet and Kerr]

Kerr gave a small laugh to the male's statement, his face still set in that serious gaze, as he gave a nod to the other. His gaze was still watching his partner, as her humming became louder, because she was against a stronger monster. That concern was particular to him alone, as he kept an watchful eye on his love interest. But the male hit the butt of his lance against the ground, as his eyes turned to this male. Sol was his name and a laugh echoed from the girl, as she easily overturned and killed the creature. ''Hm, she's not as fragile as she may seem. Just as well, we have been following you since you entered the lands. It was quite obvious what you came here to do.'' the male said, as suddenly, the girl just flipped over the hill, landing in front of Sol. ''Pft, not a scratch, Sol!'' she said, shooting a grin at him and she gave a twirl, now arriving closer to Kerr, as she sat down. The girl cast her gaze to the sky, as she smiled softly, letting the wind swish through the area.

[Sol Royale]

Sol tilted his head at the man, considering his own words. Followed him since he’d first entered the land? His purpose was quite clear? Sol blinked at the though. ”Well if my purpose here is clear can you share, I’d like to know what it is too,” Sol said with genuine curiosity. ”I just sort of walked in and now I’m here, as opposed to there. Frankly I like it here, as there smells and there are things trying to kill you,” he ranted on, losing himself in the thought process of how here was much better than there, coming up with actual points as to why. Who knew where ‘there’ actually was. Sol didn’t.

”You are certainly the sturdiest velvet I’ve ever come across, but then I don’t do much shopping for clothing, so there might be some sturdier velvet out there. I did see this nice velvet vest once, although how one would match a velvet vest with anything else in their wardrobe is beyond me,” he once more lost himself on a completely different train of thought, considering the possible wardrobe configurations to match a velvet vest. Nothing silk. Silk would clash with velvet. Perhaps cotton, as the cheaper, rougher material would contrast nicely with the soft velvet of the vest. Definitely not leather, that would just be terrible. Though there were certain situations…

”I’m Sol, by the way, did I mention that?” Sol said, realizing after he lost himself that there were people here. ”And you are Kerr and you are Velvet, in case you forgot,” Sol said with a nod, turning about on the spot, hoisting the massive sword he wielded out of the ground with one hand and beginning to walk to the top of another hill, looking about the calm lands. There were still fiends about, fiends that would cause other travelers some trouble. Now was not the time to talk, talk time was later when night fell and fighting fiends became harder.

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[Velvet and Kerr]

Kerr felt his body step back for a moment. Huh, he didn't expect that answer obviously. Even Velvet frowned slightly, as her gaze turned to this male, also slightly confused. In fact, this was slightly more confusing then was comfortable, but both came to the same answer. His thought process was differant. The girl took his comment without a flinch, instead, she smiled and winked at him. ''That's easy Sol, just put it over a rough cotton robes, that's what most battle priests were, well, over their armor at least.'' the girl said, as her eyes sparkled with a mischevious glint. ''And of course I'm the sturdiest velvet out there, after all, I was woven to be the strongest material.. althought spider silk beat me out.'' she said, Kerr seemingly lost now, as he gave a heafty sigh. The male just shook his head, and starred with one eye towards the both of them, scouting on his own. He had decided to walk away, because the situation frankly was creeping him out, and however Velvet kept up with that thought process was beyond him. The male saw the fiends, and in moments, the other two were with him. The name of the stranger was floating through their link, as they look at each other. ''So, Sol. Those monsters look like trouble. Taking them down is a helpful idea.'' said the male, almost as if evaluating the situation, which he was. Velvet just shook her head, and jumped, leaping down the cliff. ''Less talk, more fighting!'' she shouted, landing smack dab into a first fiend, whom was looking up her skirt. Until her sword skwered his eye. ''Pervert!'' she cried out, kicking the thing towards it's companions, that were slightly stunned that a human had charged into them randomly.

[Sol Royale]

Sol watched as the woman recklessly charged into the group of fiends once more. He smirked, watching the odd sort of finesse she had about her. Less talk, more fighting. It was a strange motto to say the least, but Sol wasn’t one to judge people based on their mottos. Particularly when there were fiends to be taken care of, more than a single person could take down. Which meant that Velvet was not long from needing help. Sol hoisted up the massive sword he had, and evaluated the scenario.

For all of two seconds.

Great black wings spread from Sol’s back and stretched out wide, before coming down in a strong flap. This carried Sol off the ground and straight toward the fiends. Another flap brought him up more and he was soon several dozen feet above the group of fiends, massive sword somehow in hand. He squeezed the trigger on the sawblade and caused the teeth to start revving as the entire thing started to glow red.

Sol’s wings folded and he fell, sawblade leading the way, straight toward the center of the group of fiends. The large blade’s red aura grew as it glowed brighter and brighter, until Sol disappeared into the collection of fiends. Immediately afterward there was a massive explosion right where he landed, Crushing Blow, sending several fiends flying far, killed instantly. Others were leveled, plowed into the ground. The entire group was thrown into disarray by this sudden, unexpected attack from above that wiped out a large portion of their center mass.

He stood up, holding the hilt of the weapon which was dug into the center of a large crater. The wings were folded around him to strike quite the impressive figure. The fiends quickly recollected themselves and realized that they had Sol surrounded. They started to close in, at which point the warrior pulled the trigger on his sawblade, the teeth sending dirt flying everywhere as they revved around the weapon, embedded into the ground. With a great heave he pulled the weapon out and swung it, cleaving the nearest fiend clear in half and taking a chunk out of one of his nearby friends, the teeth cutting through them easily but making an awful mess of the situation as well.

Sol smirked the entire time, whipping the blade around expertly as it tore through fiend after fiend. This was a place where ones thought process didn’t matter: everyone was the same on the battlefield, it was only a matter of realizing this and enjoying oneself. Sol was certainly enjoying himself.

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