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esp_dragonFandom: Half Prince
Summary: Arctic Fox is searching in the woods.
Rating: T
Notes: Set after chapter 40. Mostly manhua-verse.
Rated for violence/fighting and some gore. I've been reading the novel and that's more descriptive and graphic about its fight scenes, and that's affected this fic.
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halfprince_fics prompt 'fight'.
Using Taiwanese measurements. A phêng is 3.306m². I hope. D: This is taken from wikipedia, so if I'm wrong, please tell me.
*rolls eyes* I thought it would skim the 500 mark again. But I was trying to better my descriptive skills/using more descriptive words. ... I may have overshot and put in too much. Also possibly sounding fake. =/
I can't stop spelling his name 'Artic Fox'. *fail*
Genre: General.
Word count: 1,173
Status: Complete
Somewhere to the left of him, a branch cracked underfoot. Slowing his advance, Arctic Fox quickly unsheathed his blade and crept towards it, glancing at the undergrowth surrounding him with every step, making sure he wouldn't announce his own presence in a similar way. The undergrowth was a little too thick to be able to see through properly though, bushy, thick ferns blocking the way. It wasn't normal for a forest to be this quiet, and he'd had to delve quite far for there to be even a hint of a mob. He guessed that another player had come before him, because there were scorch marks on several of the trees, some blasted to kindling, and in other places, there were whole areas that had been uprooted and looking like they'd been made into a sort of wall, the dirt binding it all together.
He wasn't sure why he was trying to be silent anyway - whatever it was, if it was an aggressive mob, it would attack him once he'd entered its aggro radius, not if he'd made noise. But he'd fallen into the habit of moving stealthily, because Kenshin's reactions to an attack were the fastest he'd ever seen and he needed every advantage he could get; he still hadn't managed to even scratch the other player.
Arriving at the spot, there wasn't anything there, though the suddenly open space was a bit of a surprise. The clearing was several phêng wide, the area looking vaguely circular.
He tensed when he heard a low growl behind him, barely audible over the wind and the shuffling of the leaves overhead. It was on his right, a lot closer than he would have liked. One instinct, he dove to the side, just as something barrelled past him, and heard the definite snap of jaws a second later. He was back on his feet instantly, just fast enough to jump out of the way of a huge gout of flame.
It was a dragon, three times the size of him at shoulder level, its scales gleaming under the morning sun, the colour of them a deep blue. When it reared its head back, mouth open to reveal wickedly sharp fangs the length of his hand, he knew that signalled another fireball.
Just before the first signs of smoke appeared in its mouth, Arctic Fox had already used the trees as springboards to bring himself closer to its head. He didn't quite reach it, but an upward swing of his sword slammed its mouth shut. One clawed wingtip scythed down at him as he fell, but he twisted out of the way. It shot by him, and he managed to land on it. He'd barely touched down before he was off again, this time at the right angle and easily reaching its head. When the sword hit, the blade screeched as it skittered along its snout. He had enough time for another swipe, but the result was the same.
The dragon followed him down, hot breath encompassing him and he had the perfect view of glistening fangs above him. When it struck, Arctic Fox used the flat of his blade to block it, just like another player had done in another fight.
That didn't stop its attack, and he was only just able to stay on his feet when he hit the ground. It snarled at him in a tremendous rage as it pushed forward, trying to reach him. The wind whistled and Arctic Fox shoved his sword forward, causing the dragon to back off slightly. Using that brief gift of space, he dived under it, the dragon's arm clipping his leg as it whipped over him.
Not letting that stop him, he stabbed up, hoping for a softer underbelly. His sword sank in a few centimetres before grinding to a halt. Not the best, but it was better than attacking it head-on.
It snarled again before it jerked back, almost ripping his sword from his hand. He held on grimly, the hilt scouring his palm, and then he yanked his sword out.
The dragon roared, and the sound reverberated throughout his entire body. It took another step back, exposing him. He leaped back to relative safety as its head snapped down to where he'd just been standing, but it continued stomping backwards, claws leaving deep furrows in its wake.
At his next jump, he slashed at its chest. It had the expected result of doing nothing, but the dragon also paused in its retreat, preparing to retaliate. Using that distraction, he darted forward and stabbed in the same place as before. The blade penetrated further this time, and the dragon shrieked, wings thrashing. He pulled his sword out at an angle, opening the wound further, and a spray of blood followed after.
Just as he was about to attack again, the dragon reared up on its hind quarters, its wings flared for balance. Arctic Fox regarded it coolly, waiting to see what kind of attack it would do next.
A twitch of the ear was all the warning given before the dragon came crashing down, claws first. He jumped before it landed, just in case it turned into an AoE attack. The ground sizzled below it, the grass withering away before catching on fire. Damn. He couldn't land anywhere but the affected area. He braced himself for the pain and then leapt outside the circle of fire. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the heat of the attack affecting him more than being hurt.
The dragon then lunged forward, fangs bared. Holding his ground, Arctic Fox slashed at its open mouth. He felt teeth splinter but his sword couldn't cut through the scales around the snout. Twisting his grip and pulling his sword out slightly, Arctic Fox then rammed his sword through the dragon's brain.
It gave one snort of surprise, jerking on impact, before collapsing. Arctic Fox waited for a few seconds to see if it would move again. When it didn't, he slid his blade free and flicked off most of the blood.
Most of it was off when he realised that there was something colourful that stood apart from the trees to the side of him. Snapping his attention to it, sword raised again, he was surprised to see that it was Kenshin.
He blinked at the other player, who shifted in a way that meant a shrug. "You were online but you didn't try to attack me."
So he went looking to find out why. "I wanted to upgrade my gear." Except he wasn't sure if that would actually help, seeing as Kenshin was still wearing newbie gear and yet evaded and defended from his attacks so easily, but it was worth trying.
But the loot that dropped was useless for him, and there wasn't that much crystals either. As well as that, fighting the dragon hadn't been nearly as challenging as fighting Kenshin.
Nothing else was said as they made their way back to the city, but they never needed to.
Summary: Arctic Fox is searching in the woods.
Rating: T
Notes: Set after chapter 40. Mostly manhua-verse.
Rated for violence/fighting and some gore. I've been reading the novel and that's more descriptive and graphic about its fight scenes, and that's affected this fic.
For the
halfprince_fics prompt 'fight'.Using Taiwanese measurements. A phêng is 3.306m². I hope. D: This is taken from wikipedia, so if I'm wrong, please tell me.
*rolls eyes* I thought it would skim the 500 mark again. But I was trying to better my descriptive skills/using more descriptive words. ... I may have overshot and put in too much. Also possibly sounding fake. =/
I can't stop spelling his name 'Artic Fox'. *fail*
Genre: General.
Word count: 1,173
Status: Complete
Somewhere to the left of him, a branch cracked underfoot. Slowing his advance, Arctic Fox quickly unsheathed his blade and crept towards it, glancing at the undergrowth surrounding him with every step, making sure he wouldn't announce his own presence in a similar way. The undergrowth was a little too thick to be able to see through properly though, bushy, thick ferns blocking the way. It wasn't normal for a forest to be this quiet, and he'd had to delve quite far for there to be even a hint of a mob. He guessed that another player had come before him, because there were scorch marks on several of the trees, some blasted to kindling, and in other places, there were whole areas that had been uprooted and looking like they'd been made into a sort of wall, the dirt binding it all together.
He wasn't sure why he was trying to be silent anyway - whatever it was, if it was an aggressive mob, it would attack him once he'd entered its aggro radius, not if he'd made noise. But he'd fallen into the habit of moving stealthily, because Kenshin's reactions to an attack were the fastest he'd ever seen and he needed every advantage he could get; he still hadn't managed to even scratch the other player.
Arriving at the spot, there wasn't anything there, though the suddenly open space was a bit of a surprise. The clearing was several phêng wide, the area looking vaguely circular.
He tensed when he heard a low growl behind him, barely audible over the wind and the shuffling of the leaves overhead. It was on his right, a lot closer than he would have liked. One instinct, he dove to the side, just as something barrelled past him, and heard the definite snap of jaws a second later. He was back on his feet instantly, just fast enough to jump out of the way of a huge gout of flame.
It was a dragon, three times the size of him at shoulder level, its scales gleaming under the morning sun, the colour of them a deep blue. When it reared its head back, mouth open to reveal wickedly sharp fangs the length of his hand, he knew that signalled another fireball.
Just before the first signs of smoke appeared in its mouth, Arctic Fox had already used the trees as springboards to bring himself closer to its head. He didn't quite reach it, but an upward swing of his sword slammed its mouth shut. One clawed wingtip scythed down at him as he fell, but he twisted out of the way. It shot by him, and he managed to land on it. He'd barely touched down before he was off again, this time at the right angle and easily reaching its head. When the sword hit, the blade screeched as it skittered along its snout. He had enough time for another swipe, but the result was the same.
The dragon followed him down, hot breath encompassing him and he had the perfect view of glistening fangs above him. When it struck, Arctic Fox used the flat of his blade to block it, just like another player had done in another fight.
That didn't stop its attack, and he was only just able to stay on his feet when he hit the ground. It snarled at him in a tremendous rage as it pushed forward, trying to reach him. The wind whistled and Arctic Fox shoved his sword forward, causing the dragon to back off slightly. Using that brief gift of space, he dived under it, the dragon's arm clipping his leg as it whipped over him.
Not letting that stop him, he stabbed up, hoping for a softer underbelly. His sword sank in a few centimetres before grinding to a halt. Not the best, but it was better than attacking it head-on.
It snarled again before it jerked back, almost ripping his sword from his hand. He held on grimly, the hilt scouring his palm, and then he yanked his sword out.
The dragon roared, and the sound reverberated throughout his entire body. It took another step back, exposing him. He leaped back to relative safety as its head snapped down to where he'd just been standing, but it continued stomping backwards, claws leaving deep furrows in its wake.
At his next jump, he slashed at its chest. It had the expected result of doing nothing, but the dragon also paused in its retreat, preparing to retaliate. Using that distraction, he darted forward and stabbed in the same place as before. The blade penetrated further this time, and the dragon shrieked, wings thrashing. He pulled his sword out at an angle, opening the wound further, and a spray of blood followed after.
Just as he was about to attack again, the dragon reared up on its hind quarters, its wings flared for balance. Arctic Fox regarded it coolly, waiting to see what kind of attack it would do next.
A twitch of the ear was all the warning given before the dragon came crashing down, claws first. He jumped before it landed, just in case it turned into an AoE attack. The ground sizzled below it, the grass withering away before catching on fire. Damn. He couldn't land anywhere but the affected area. He braced himself for the pain and then leapt outside the circle of fire. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the heat of the attack affecting him more than being hurt.
The dragon then lunged forward, fangs bared. Holding his ground, Arctic Fox slashed at its open mouth. He felt teeth splinter but his sword couldn't cut through the scales around the snout. Twisting his grip and pulling his sword out slightly, Arctic Fox then rammed his sword through the dragon's brain.
It gave one snort of surprise, jerking on impact, before collapsing. Arctic Fox waited for a few seconds to see if it would move again. When it didn't, he slid his blade free and flicked off most of the blood.
Most of it was off when he realised that there was something colourful that stood apart from the trees to the side of him. Snapping his attention to it, sword raised again, he was surprised to see that it was Kenshin.
He blinked at the other player, who shifted in a way that meant a shrug. "You were online but you didn't try to attack me."
So he went looking to find out why. "I wanted to upgrade my gear." Except he wasn't sure if that would actually help, seeing as Kenshin was still wearing newbie gear and yet evaded and defended from his attacks so easily, but it was worth trying.
But the loot that dropped was useless for him, and there wasn't that much crystals either. As well as that, fighting the dragon hadn't been nearly as challenging as fighting Kenshin.
Nothing else was said as they made their way back to the city, but they never needed to.