Is this even really research?!? [[full]] Mar 17, 2019 10:00:29 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Mar 17, 2019 10:00:29 GMT -5
A lot happened at once. Most if not all of the Heartless were immediately disposed or taken care of due to Ailill, something The Vagabond was heavily impressed by. Woah...he caught both of them!? It was too good to be true, really. Not only did the cloaked man deliver on his promise, but now The Vagabond had two test subjects he could work on! Truly, it had been very fortunate that he had decided to enter this world and partake in these 'games'. "After this, I want you to follow me for a bit. First to Castle Oblivion, and then, depending on what happens there, possibly to a world I know of. Don't ask too many questions. This is the favor I ask of you." Ailill finally revealed what the 'favor' was, something that disheartened The Vagabond slightly. It seemed he wouldn't get to try his new experiments on his new subjects just yet. Weirdly enough, the name 'Castle Oblivion' sounded familiar, though The Vagabond couldn't think of an image to pair with the name.
It does sound fair, though. The two Heartless Ailill had captured were some of the most powerful ones he had seen so far. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Just as the researcher was scratching his chin in thought, Ailill rushed towards him, wielding a weave of fire as well as a large claymore. "Ah!" The sudden rush surprised the vagrant, who instinctively put both of his hands up and took a step back. Suddenly, two gigantic arms emerged from his back, crafted from Darkness. Two enormous hands clapped together onto the weave of fire, extinguishing it before it could harm their master. The Vagabond kept his dull green eyes peeled and on Ailill. "Don't hold back. This is a game, after all." The cloaked man sounded so nonchalant, all while rushing towards the man he spoke to with weaponry.
"Fine! You got yourself a deal!" The Vagabond shouted the last part, the large Darkside arms resting at his sides, waiting and ready. As Ailill rushed in with his claymore, The Vagabond used the large Darkside arms to push himself up and into the air, high above the man in the arena. "Try this on for size!" The Vagabond held out his own hands, from them emerging a gigantic ball of dark fire. "Firaga!" The massive ball of darkness and flames hurled through the arena down towards Ailill. It was a honing spell, one that would lock onto the target and chase after them. It was one of his most powerful magic attacks.
Wanting to follow it up, The Vagabond put his hands together into one heavy fist, the large Darkside arms doing the same. As he fell back down towards the Arena, the Vagabond hurtled fist-first as he aimed for Ailill. The hope was to shoot down the powerful fire spell, either dealing damage or distracting him and to follow it up with a powerful melee attack. As he plummeted towards the arena, straight after the large fireball and towards Ailill, The Vagabond hoped his plan would work.