The constant fluctuations in temperature were sothing Emilio found himself having to quickly adjust to, which he did–however, the sa couldn't be said for his heavily-armored friend.
"H-hey…is it just , or is it hot? Like…really hot?" Everett asked, walking with slumped shoulders with his tongue out, panting like a dog.
Without the constant veil of the trees to block out the sun, its natural warmth beaded down on the three n in its full glory. Across the shoreline, the sand itself felt like hot coals, only sowhat dwindled by footwear.
Maverick laughed, holding his arms out as if welcoming the sun's grace, "This is the perfect temperature, what do you an?! Look at the natural tan I've built up!"
Flexing his muscles, the bearded man laughed as he showed off more than just his tan, though neither of the young n were impressed in the slightest. As they followed the man stranded on the unforgiving island, there wasn't much to do but carefully observe the scenery.
"What do you do here, really? I an, it's got to get pretty boring, right?" Emilio asked.
"Hmm…Most of the ti, I'm hunting food, ya know? A man's gotta eat," Maverick shrugged, "As for how I pass the ti, I like watching the crabs battle it out for territory–gets pretty fun."
Both Emilio and Everett looked at each other as the bearded man explained his less-than-normal idea of a passti.
"Is that so…?" Emilio asked with a wry smile.
Maverick seed excited just at the idea of the topic as he nodded, continuing as he spoke with vigor, "Yeah! I've given them nas, too! Well, also backstories–I an, the fights are a whole lot more interesting when you've got background on the competitors, yeah? Like Henry, the Dark Shell–he's fighting as an exiled prince from the land of crustaceans, looking to reclaim his throne. Or Grulius, The Forsaken! A lowborn crustacean seeking to prove his worth with–"
As the bearded man passionately spoke on and on blindly and without care about his irrational love for "crab combat", he was cut short as sothing collided with his right arm.
"Gah–!" Maverick shouted in pain, jumping up and wildly flailing his body.
Though Emilio was initially on guard, he realized what had attacked the guide: a supersonic hornet, plunging its stinger into the man's bicep.
Everett winced at the sight of it, "What kind of bee is that?! Gnarly!"
After it pierced his arm, Maverick landed back down, snatching the hostile creature before clamping down with a vice grip, "Grrrh…!"
There was no rcy in the squeeze possessed by the wincing man, causing the hornet to explode as its purple blood sprayed between Maverick's fingers.
"...Huff…" Maverick breathed out, tossing the hornet to the ground.
It was definitely a perplexing scene that just played out before the eyes of the two friends, who looked at the bearded survivor of the island strangely.
"You good, Maverick?" Emilio asked.
Blood poured from the gaping hole left in the man's bicep, who didn't respond quite yet as he instead planted his bare soles against the soil, digging in with his toes as he squared himself up, holding his afflicted arm upwards before–
"Hyaaah!" Maverick yelled.
–In an unforeseen move, the bearded man clenched every muscle on his arm as tightly as possible, causing his bicep and tricep to bulge out as veins bloated against his skin. Sohow, through so supernatural control of his own muscles, the man managed to close the hole made in his arm.
"What the…" Everett remarked, witnessing this in disgust.
Maverick slowly breathed out as sweat dripped from his pores, "...Yeah, I'm good."
"Uh, I can use so recovery magic, if you need it," Emilio said, offering so additional aid.
The loneso denizen of the island shook his head, wearing a smile again, "I promise, I'm good! That one just surprised , that's all."
Even though the odd man laughed off the unexpected attack from the hornet, there was still sothing that felt strange to the Dragonheart as he continued following the man along the shoreline.
'For a second, I sensed a certain kind of rage from Maverick–it's that kind of impulsive, explosive outburst that goes from zero-to-one hundred in no ti flat. It's usually a trait of unstable people,' Emilio thought.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, he continued walking beside Everette while looking at Maverick's back, always locking him into his line of sight. As much as the many dangers of the island commanded his attention, he still couldn't help but find himself enamored with its fantastical beauty at tis; between the colossal walls of water that surrounded it from a distance, or mounds of sand that resembled peculiar landmarks, set into different shapes.
"That's sothing, isn't it?"
Before Emilio or Maverick had noticed anything, Everett pointed sothing out amidst their hike. They had arrived at a portion of the shore that was covered in a vast quarry of sand, littered with large rock formations as well.
What the shielder pointed to was an unmoving, giant stone that sat in the middle, blocking their path.
"It's a rock, yeah?" Emilio responded, looking up at the colossal stone.
Maverick walked up to it as he spoke, "Ha-ha, island is making you see stuff already, big guy? Don't worry, happens to the best of—"
The bearded man had placed his hand against the pale-gray stone while casually talking, though swallowed his words, going silent, for an unknown reason.
"What's up?" Emilio asked.
Maverick had a worried smile as he looked down at his hand, pulling it away as he showed it to the two. There was visible steam coming off of his palm in an unnatural fashion, showing that the rock he touched was nothing short of piping hot.
"Just our luck," Maverick said, "...This isn't a rock. It's a Roliath!"
As the shout left the bearded man's lips, the entirety of the shore began violently trembling. At first, it was difficult to understand what was going on, as ripples stretched through the sand, tossing grains all over the place in waves.
"Man, this island just never stops tryin' to kill ya, huh?!" Everett shouted, raising his shield.
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