[He goes to pat Kazuki on the shoulder, but then a memshare!]
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You're running as fast as your two legs can carry you, dodging around the thorny vines that have taken over most of the castle. Every so often you feel a twitch in your nose, and you have to plug it with your free hand and force the sneeze down. You can't afford to teleport away now, people are counting on you.
"Mitile! Mitile, run away......!"
"I can’t leave you behind, Riquet! ....I-it’s here......"
You grit your teeth as you vault over a low wall. The voices of Mitile and Riquet are echoing through the labyrinth of walls and thorns, distant but clear enough to point you in the right direction.
Your sleeve catches on a thorn, cutting your arm, you barely slow down from the pain.
You hear the roar of the fearsome minotaur, followed by the screams of the two boys. You're getting closer. "Just hold on a little longer," you say, even though you know they can't hear you.
Up over one tall wall, and down you drop into an open courtyard. On the far side, you can see that the minotaur has cornered the two boys, who are hugging each other and crying out in terror.
"No..."
"Mother, please save us!"
But the one who answers Mitile’s cry for help is not his caring mother in heaven. It’s you, the Northern wizard Bradley.
You flick your rifle up, pointing it directly at the minotaur's head. And then you shoot.
"<< Adnopotensum >>!"
Shot through the head, the Minotaur collapses to the ground with a deafening crash.
The two terrified boys look up to you.
"Mister Bradley!"
"Bradley!"
You grin at the relief and joy lighting up their faces.
"Sorry, my bad! That took me some time! I got blasted away by a sneeze, see. So I kept sneezing my way back. Stroke of luck landed me here in time......"
You casually chat away, but then you take notice of the boys’ wet eyes, their swollen ankles, their elbows scraped red. They fought really hard, didn't they. They're still kids, barely 15, and they managed to stare down a minotaur until you could come to their rescue.
You narrows your eyes kindly and pat them both on their shoulders. "Hey, you look like real men right now. You worked hard."
At your praise, Riquet and Mitile’s faces crumple up tearfully. "......W-we did!!"
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[He goes to pat Kazuki on the shoulder, but then a memshare!]
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You're running as fast as your two legs can carry you, dodging around the thorny vines that have taken over most of the castle. Every so often you feel a twitch in your nose, and you have to plug it with your free hand and force the sneeze down. You can't afford to teleport away now, people are counting on you.
"Mitile! Mitile, run away......!"
"I can’t leave you behind, Riquet! ....I-it’s here......"
You grit your teeth as you vault over a low wall. The voices of Mitile and Riquet are echoing through the labyrinth of walls and thorns, distant but clear enough to point you in the right direction.
Your sleeve catches on a thorn, cutting your arm, you barely slow down from the pain.
You hear the roar of the fearsome minotaur, followed by the screams of the two boys. You're getting closer. "Just hold on a little longer," you say, even though you know they can't hear you.
Up over one tall wall, and down you drop into an open courtyard. On the far side, you can see that the minotaur has cornered the two boys, who are hugging each other and crying out in terror.
"No..."
"Mother, please save us!"
But the one who answers Mitile’s cry for help is not his caring mother in heaven. It’s you, the Northern wizard Bradley.
You flick your rifle up, pointing it directly at the minotaur's head. And then you shoot.
"<< Adnopotensum >>!"
Shot through the head, the Minotaur collapses to the ground with a deafening crash.
The two terrified boys look up to you.
"Mister Bradley!"
"Bradley!"
You grin at the relief and joy lighting up their faces.
"Sorry, my bad! That took me some time! I got blasted away by a sneeze, see. So I kept sneezing my way back. Stroke of luck landed me here in time......"
You casually chat away, but then you take notice of the boys’ wet eyes, their swollen ankles, their elbows scraped red. They fought really hard, didn't they. They're still kids, barely 15, and they managed to stare down a minotaur until you could come to their rescue.
You narrows your eyes kindly and pat them both on their shoulders. "Hey, you look like real men right now. You worked hard."
At your praise, Riquet and Mitile’s faces crumple up tearfully. "......W-we did!!"