Hearing the voices headed his way, Riven quickly made a turn into a corner and watched from the darkness. He saw the group walk out; they were five people, a party made up of all n.
For them to be this deep into the dungeon, it ant that they were high-rankers for sure. Riven didn’t want to have anything to do with them for now, so he focused on waiting and then going past.
But that’s not how the world works, it chooses when to screw you over, and when it does, it’s a heavy screw. Suddenly, one of the n passing by stopped right before the corner where Riven was hiding and then turned his head. He looked into the darkness, his hand moving toward his sword.
Riven stopped breathing, doing everything to make sure he was quiet, yet even then, it didn’t work, the man kept looking. His party stopped when they realized that their mber was standing still.
They returned to et him; after all, he was their scout, and if he sensed sothing, they had to pay attention. The scout was of average height, short brown hair, and had two light blue eyes that stared into the darkness.
The leader of the five was a tall, handso man, a fully ripped body that fought through his clothes and leather armor. His sword hung on his back, accompanied by his luscious blonde hair.
"What’s the issue, Ronald?" the leader asked, his voice calm and cool.
"Sothing is there," Ronald said with unfaltering confidence.
The leader took a step forward, his hand already moving for the sword. He took another step as he began to draw it.
"Co out now, whatever you are, and we won’t have any issues... maybe," he said.
Riven, seeing that the issue had escalated past the point where he could hide through it, decided to step out. He walked into the light and faced the five n.
They all stared at him in confusion, not expecting to see a child. Without uttering a word, Riven started walking away, but he already knew that wouldn’t work.
"Hey kid, stop right there!" the man bellowed, pulling his sword and pointing it at Riven. "Why were you watching us?" he asked.
"Don’t give yourself too much credit. I heard voices, and I didn’t want to engage until I was certain of who was coming. I have sowhere to be urgently, please forgive my rudeness," Riven said and kept walking.
But the leader wasn’t having any of that. "If you want to apologize, start by dropping everything you have. My party and I have been having issues finding at least so monsters to kill, and from the limp in your steps, I can say for sure that you’ve had a few monsters to yourself," the leader said.
Riven heard that but ignored it; he kept walking deeper into the dungeon. The leader frowned. "You should know, kid, if you die here, no one will know," the man said before suddenly dashing forward.
He was fast. He crossed the distance in a few seconds and thrust his sword, going for Riven’s back. Riven reacted fast, he spun around and blocked the attack in one move. Sparks flew, and their eyes t.
But as the man looked into Riven’s eyes, he didn’t see a kid, it was a devil. His eyes shone with anger and rage.
Riven lunged forward first, pushing his foot against the ground and channeling his mana into it. He covered the distance in an instant and then sent a kick straight into the man’s gut.
The man’s body arched, his eyes widened; he didn’t think Riven would use his feet in a sword fight. He was pushed back, his guts aching.
His party mbers saw this and rushed to help, but he raised his hand, signaling them to stop. "I’ll take the kid alone, teach him so discipline," he said.
"This is stupid," Riven said. He looked at the man, then took out so cores, throwing them on the floor before him.
"I don’t need them. I have sowhere to be, and I have no interest in fighting you. You can have them and leave alone," Riven said and walked away again.
He wasn’t in the mood for useless fights when his friends were sowhere suffering right now. He needed to save them, and fast.
But he had only taken a few steps when he sensed sothing. He leaped out of the way, and an Ice Arc flew by, slamming into the wall ahead and blasting a massive hole in it.
He turned around to look at the leader. The man stood there, rage written all over his face, his sword gripped tight in his hands. He looked at Riven as if he was going to rip the life out of him.
"You have a lot of guts, kid, disrespecting like that, tossing cores to the ground for to jump on. You’re pissing off, kid. I’ll make sure I punish you," the leader said and charged ahead.
Riven looked at him and frowned. This dude was wasting his ti. His face twisted into one of pure anger, he held his sword before him, he would end this as fast as possible.
When the leader was within range, he slashed. His sword exploded with flas that burned the air, sparks flying around it mid-slash.
The leader’s gaze landed on the sword, he knew he had to block it, so he did. Their swords collided, and for a mont, there was silence, followed by an ear-rending explosion, bright lights shaking the walls.
Riven was pushed a few steps back, but the leader was thrown back so hard he slamd into the ground, bouncing off the floor a few tis before stopping, his body burnt and bruised.
Riven stood there, looking at the leader. He didn’t think his attack would pack that much of a punch. Was his emotions part of what made it like that?
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