Thread: ..::Iᴍᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ::.. [BᴏʙSᴀɢᴇᴛ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Ronan had spent the next half an hour on a half jog towards the neighboring starter town in an attempt to attain an upper hand on the general player populous before the imminent assault on the first raid boss. Luckily, for her stamina and overall ability to remain in a constant state of motion was far easier due to the physics and stat boosts within the game which allowed her to continue on without delay. She figured that the general mechanics instilled in the game were somehow changing their personal capabilities and allowing them to move and perform the same actionsmaneuvers as a video game character. Which to her, felt like a borderline cheat code. She spun the blade across her right hand based around the hilt as she placed her left hand against the pommel of the handle. A single hand wrapped around the hilt as her eyes met with the lone wolf that stood between her and the outer walls of the neighboring town of the first floor. A small smirk appeared on her thin lips as her eyes narrowed, lids pulling close enough to allow only a slit for her eyes to peer as she zeroed in on the wolf before her. Shouldn't have gotten in my way. Ronan spoke her voice soft and pure as she bellowed a strange guttural noise. Her feet moved quickly after having adapted to the newly altered 'Blade Dash' allowing her feet to press on just the toes, launching her forward with immense speed. The tip of her blade dug into the ground leaving a long trail in her wake as she brought the blade up directly beneath the wolf. The sound of flesh and fur ripping apart from the creature before her echoed throughout the mostly desolate plain before the town entrance as she ripped the creature apart with a swift movement of her blade. She twisted the blade around in her hand once more before placing it into the sheathe across her back. A small sigh escaped her lips as she walked within the confines of the city, she had made it in record time...and her level only exemplified that. The trek from the initial starter town, to the neighboring town was intended for low-level parties, yet with some luck and borderline exceptional reactionary skills Ronan managed to escape to the town single-handedly. Absorbing the plethora of wolf and boar experience along the way...without a doubt ahead of the average player in this new world. The loud booming voice of Asher echoed in the background as he oversaw the work of several different parties combining efforts together as they practiced on the boars on the outskirts of the town. He served as a mediator and overall instructor for the methods of combat to the newer players, adjusting to the intricacies of the virtual reality software was a little bit difficult for most and thus he promptly gave tips and advice to make the transition much smoother for the other players. He wasn't trying to be bossy, but he unintentionally took on the role in order to make the learning experience easy for the players before him, afterall the battlefield would not nearly be as forgiving. The most important part of combat in this world is your surroundings. Do not just pay attention to what is in front of you, but also... He stopped speaking as if to make an example, one of the players that had just slain a boar was quickly grasped from behind. Two hands wrapped around the figures neck as he was lifted off of his feet. Asher planted a single foot against the ground as he lifted the other below the other player, sweeping his feet out from under him and allowing him to pin him against the ground with ease. Everything around you. The creatures and monsters of this world commonly move in packs, and that is why aggro juggling is extremely important. We do not want our front line to fall, because if they fall the entire party goes down in flames. Those of the backline must communicate and keep an eye on everything that surrounds us for those of the front line will be too busy dealing with immediate matters and thus their senses will be dulled. We will protect you, so you protect us. There was this aura of expertise that came from Asher, although it was evident he wasn't a beta tester. His knowledge of the game seemed to far exceed the average player, or at least his incredible knack for understanding the intricate combat mechanics and overall battle sense was quite above the average player. Many players around him heeded his advice and began to pace themselves in combat, no longer haphazardly charging the boars, but slowly approaching with calculated foot movements in order to leave the least amount of openings for their assailants. It was interesting to say the least, they were quickly adapting to this world and it might just have been some strange game mechanic at work, but nevertheless they were beginning to develop a better chance at winning. A better chance at survival. Zeke carried a massive and gnarly axe that was strapped across his back, indicative of the berserker as it was one of the only weapons in the entire game that was class locked due to the necessary strength required to carry it. The figure brandished the blade that at the bottom stood a long spear like pike that he dug into the ground after drawing it. A large echoic boom erupted from his feet as dirt cascaded around him, a bright light emanating from the place he stood that vibrated intensely with each moment. The boars surrounding him found their eyes tranced on him as he drew all aggro. Come at me you filthy piles of code. Zeke spoke eerily calm as if he was enjoying his time spent in the game, a wide grin appeared on his lips as around eight boars charged towards him. His hands wrapped around the axe, one lower than the other as the head of the blade sat just beside him, his body lowered slightly as he bent his knees, his eyes trained on the oncoming beasts a small chuckle escaping from his lips. His right foot spun on the tip of his toe a movement akin to a baseball player taking his swing he spun the axe before him, both hands now wrapped around the middle as the axe head collided with the first boar. He continued his movements as the boar burst into pixels over the silver blade, the axe sailing through each of the following boars until he was surrounded by nothing more than eight stacks of blue pixels, a small laugh escaping his lips as he turned. I suppose your class is a bit better at showing off. Mine...well we tend to be a bit grittier and aggressive...I'll leave the elegant effeminate shit to you. Zeke teased with a sly laugh as he placed the axe over his shoulder, tucking the shaft of axe into the nook of his elbow he managed to rest his forearm along the length of his weapon as he looked to the rogue before him. Ah, yeah I almost completely forgot about it. It recommends that we head over to that town around level 6 or 7. Even then it says we should travel in parties or groups of parties to lower the chances of dying. Apparently that's when wolves start to appear...and for low level beasts they travel in packs and they're fucking terrifying. Zeke spoke calmly, but even as he mentioned how horrifying the idea of death against pack of wolves could be, he couldn't help but smile.