Between the three of them, at this mont, Aclysia was probably the strongest 1vs1 fighter, purely because of that defence. The Sword of Glory gave her so pretty good reach and what little damage she did take, she counteracted with her HP Regeneration. All of that said, they were still fighting enemies beneath their current level. John was not willing to test how steel held up against higher Abyssals. For all he knew, she would be ripped apart like paper.
"With my Aura I could take out one of ya guys." Rave finished rubbing her fist. "But not both of you."
"You actually think that you could knock out Aclysia?" John wondered out loud.
"Probably. I’d have to angle for a good dismbernt, but I think I could do it." Rave then pointed at John. "Or I could just take you out. I could definitely run circles around Aclysia and then knock you down. Your defences are garbage."
John wasn’t completely sure about that. He could probably defend against her with Gno for a relatively long ti, maybe even forever. It depended on whether Rave could tear down the earth walls faster than his mana regeneration replenished them. Still, he would have to find a better way to secure himself eventually.
"Well, without a healer around I’d rather not try anyway," John said, "way too dangerous. Don’t want to hit you with Mana Ray."
"And I don’t want to get hit by that." Rave completely agreed. The Skill was bonkers. It ripped apart Treants in one go and left nothing but a crackling ss of wood. The range also increased by four tres per level. If he assud that his skill went up to level 100 that ant that Mana Ray would hit a max range of 500 tres. A half kilotre, straight beam that travelled with impressive speed. He would need to find out how to get better eyes because with that kind of range and projectile, sniping was only a question of how well he could aim.
"I should probably invest in so new skillbooks." He changed the topic.
"Like, what do you want?" Rave asked as they walked towards the door of the arcade.
"Probably should get the other basic elentals to increase my versatility a bit. Other than that, so defensive or mobility skills. I should get so items that properly increase my Mana Regen first though."
"Why’s that? Can’t ya create sothing?" "Mhm, slight problems with that," John answered as he set foot into the building. "Levelling Craft and Enchant is a bitch. It costs a bunch of MP and the rewards are not that great. I an all my materials got used up making this one ring."
Item: Wooden Ring of the Gar
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A ring made from Treant Bark, Magical Sap and a touch of Green Ectoplasm. Not particularly well made.
Attributes: Phasing, Mana Max 2%, Mana Reg 5%
Durability: Complete
"It’s not even that good and doing stuff without Ectoplasm just isn’t worth it." He pulled back a chair and sat down on the conference table.
"And Ectoplasm farming would be super boring..." Rave lanted and planted her bubble butt on the table. John watched it go ’squish’ on the hard surface.
"Yep. Maybe I should try getting the Achievent for Tier 0 Undead to see if the Spectre spawns instantly. I doubt it though, Ghosts are Tier 3."
"How about ya work on overcoming that ’Gap’ already?" She asked and playfully kicked the air. One leg up, the other down, back and forth like that. "We outlevel Treants so hard you could beat the boss on your own by now."
"Mhm, yeah we could do that as well. Would need to level Create I.D. so more then." John mumbled and looked around. "Where are the others by the way? Didn’t think Victoria’s appointnt would take that long." The Russian (yes, he had finally asked) sniper had excused herself for so ominous appointnt and didn’t bother to tell anybody what exactly it was. Okay, she had no obligation to, Jimmie didn’t tell anybody what he was doing at the hospital either but at least he told them where he was. ’There is a reason why her Charisma is so low.’ He thought and sighed. Victoria still denied joining his party but still tagged along because it was good money.
"Jimmie is probably down below and Baldy...well let’s make the test." Rave breathed in and then shouted in the direction of the stairs, "WE HAVE YOUR MONEY, BALDY!"
There was so rummaging and then a loud curse. Rave giggled. John had the decency to laugh into his fist. A few minutes later Travolta ca stomping down the stairs. "FOR FUCK’S SAKE RAVE!" He scread angrily, "I almost dropped what I was working on."
"What would that be?" John probed.
"None of your fucking business is what it is." Travolta jabbed right back. "Now give my fucking money."
The transaction was made and Travolta grunted in satisfaction. "Good, fucking Bloodfallen are a major fucking annoyance."
"Better with them though, right?" John asked.
"Yeah, still I dislike being at the beck and call of sobody. We also might be pulled into so of their shenanigans. We shouldn’t be, given we just pay protection money, but you never fucking know." Travolta counted the money bill by bill. "By the way, Regan and I were going to paint so miniatures on Friday. You want in?"
"What, really?!" John asked, while Rave groaned.
"Do you have to?" his girlfriend wanted to know. "Not even do the painting – sure, go ahead, I’ll just play around with Aclysia then. Do you enjoy Warhamr, Aclysia?"
"I have not yet engaged in the activity."
"And already you’re more fun to be around than these nerds."
"Shut the fuck up, Rave, you got about as much taste in entertainnt as your old man does in interior decoration."
"Says the guy living in a rundown, outdated building. Seriously, if it weren’t for the magic, this place could co down any sec-"
John almost dropped out of his chair when the entire building quaked. The sound of a nearby explosion followed half a second later. Wood and glass rattled, Travolta’s feet hit the pavent as he stord towards the door. The trembles ebbed away. ""Jimmie!"" John and Rave realized simultaneously and ran at the open door. The guild leader was already turning a corner.
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