Thread: Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

The moment the persistent fungus flew off of Abigail, Alexander visibly relaxed his tense shoulders and let out a deep sigh of relief. Though he was shocked to see that immediately once she had taken a huge gulp of precious air, said mage then lit the moss creature ablaze and in addition to the sounds of its being burning to a crisp, its cries of anguish and pain rung out in the air. Finally, the thing was dealt with, a group of the same exact things attached to a far off tree and refusing to move, as if they saw what occurred to those that trifled with Abigail Hunter. Huh? The Berserker stared at the woman in a bit of disbelief. She thanked him? Almost as if to get a witness to confirm, Alexander's eyes looked over to Hannabelle, completely dumbfounded. When she did indeed confirm that, yes, Abigail Hunter just thanked Alexander Leander, he looked again and rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming? No, this very much was real life. Y-You're welcome. The unsure tone carried forth in his response to Abigail. Honestly, in that moment, he didn't see Abigail as the hated rival that he constantly bickered with. He was just trying to save her. Though, when thinking back on it, the silence for the time being was rather nice. With another sigh, the young man shook his head and then began to rubbed the back of his neck, turning around to walk along the path they were still supposed to be trekking along. C'mon, c'mon. We lost a good bit of time. He reminded them. They were on a tight schedule. They needed to double a bit in the pace now if they wanted to reach this magical door by nightfall. Shortly after they had walked by, Pietro knelt down to examine the crispy remains of the moss demon. It was a simple creature, only thinking of spreading itself and finding food. To rank it, it was considered at Level One. Laughable then. To Pietro, this wasn't even considered a creature at all. They aggravated it once Abigail attempted to remove it physically, and Alexander only spread it when he lacked the proper agility to burn it off like a tick. And Hannabelle? What was she even doing? To Pietro, it was like they didn't take things seriously at all. 'Ms. Amethyst,' A hand placed at the side of his temple, his mental link reached out to the professor residing over the grading of the three examines. 'This is a waste of time. They can't even handle a minor nuisance like these.' Pietro rose to his feet and moved into the trees once more, remaining hidden. 'Cancel this horrible excuse of a test and let's get on with our lives. We have more pressing matters to look into, like the demonic anomalies we were reading just a couple of days ago.' His tone seemed rather calm, like he normally spoke and appeared. But his words insisted to the professor. Pietro took a great dislike to these three when they were led in the hallways, and it seemed first impressions weren't completely off for them. He wasn't sure how much more disappointing they could be. Alexander peered behind his shoulder as he led the way, gazing over at the two as they spoke. Abigail's voice was harsh as she shot down Abigail's form. He gave a bit of huff. Jeez, it was at least an idea. Hanna would definitely fly faster, and I can at least run. I would be able to keep up. The young man retorted. Listen, if you've got another idea to get us there faster, then let's hear it. He stepped over the roots to a tree, crushing a pile of leaves underneath his step as he turned around, walking backwards to look at both women. His eyes looked determined. And in addition to that, we'll just keep our eyes open and shit. No more sitting on moss, and we won't get jumped by- Suddenly, Alexander's words were cut of as his form went flying off to the side as a black figure rammed into him, tumbling with him on to the ground. He was soon grunting loudly and in pain as the Berserker rolled on to his side and roughly slammed against another solid tree trunk, clutching at the middle of his back while his eyes glared at whatever just attacked him. Following a vicious growl, a decayed corpse upon four legs hunkered down with its canine ears back, rotten teeth bared at Alexander. It looked like a hound, but its being was missing chunks of muscle and skin in several places. In fact, its jaw was unhinged on one of its skull. Skin and tissue were completely gone around one eye socket, the skull displayed with the eye and its veins on clear display, framed by the bone. Two of its legs had the bone exposed, one missing part of the skin on thigh as the muscle there throbbed. To make matters worse, a second undead hound seemed to appear shortly behind the other, but this time it was staring at Abigail and Hanna. This one resembled the other, but its tail looked like it had been bitten off while its jaw was on completely. A chunk of muscle and skin was gone over his rib cage. The one before Alexander growled louder as the man picked himself up, but doubled over a bit before remaining bent on one knee. M-Motherfucker...! He cursed, coughing a bit and grimacing slightly as he pulled his fists up, clenched tightly in anger as he stared back at his assailant. Can we at least get past lunch without getting surprised by shit? Please?!