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There he stood at the edge of utter blackness, at his wit’s end. Travelling across the continent did little to distract him from the meeting he had with the elf. Sleep evaded him, as did what little peace he had in exploring the land. An enemy stood just beyond every shadow, every corner. Just like before, paranoia served as an adequate replacement for caffeine. Problem being that he had no need for this replacement, especially in ungodly amounts. A prisoner of his own state of mind.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four.
His travelling companion perhaps. No, he was certain of it. He came to loathe the apathy she had towards every. Single. Thing. Was it the byproduct of a lifespan too far overextended without kindness, or a harrowing past of grief and suffering? It hardly mattered. It was as if she was the embodiment of nearly all the main qualities he disliked to interact with. How bothersome. How distasteful.
A culmination of conflicting emotions- all running about wild in his being. It was insufferable. It was torture. It was unrelenting.
Then, it came nothing.
He felt absolutely nothing. Just as he was back in Ylisse. No despair, no happiness and certainly no anger. Emptiness.
One could call it a crime to feel nothing. A crime against the state of humanity. Perhaps this was how she felt all this while.
“I hear you approach,” he stated monotonously. “Truth be told, I am tired. Tired of keeping this to myself. Therefore, I shall do as previously told and speak my mind.” An arm flung to the side at shoulder height in a half shrug. “An elf approached me a few weeks prior- perhaps someone you know well. He offered me the expected.” His right hand swayed again and again. “Gold, accommodation, power, and even services to make my life as easy as could be.”
His arm dropped. “Instead I chose to decline, and follow you.” Finally, he pivoted himself on his heel to face his opponent. “So let me speak in the only language I truly know.”
As the days went on, Grant had become more distant. Something had happened... something secret and outside her knowing.
Or so it appeared.
Hadassah's arms were folded, her eyes closed as he spoke. She remained unmoved by his words and his actions. To fight her on his own like this... very well.
"... Show me your resolve then, Grant," her eyes opened with pupils of snake-like slits, "Tell me in this language of violence that you are not some man's pawn! Reason with me that you are your own man!" She forcefully coiled inward, then instantly transformed into a magnificent serpent. Her wings beat upon the ground as she let out a thunderous roar!
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Fierce strength, unlike any other. There was no denying it, she held the power of a dragon through and through. Her swiftness combined with this absolute brawn knocked him clean off his feet. Had he not barrelled back onto his feet after catching himself by the base of his palm, he would have surely fallen into the canyon behind him. Still he was unsure. Unsure if this battle would result in his defeat.
For the first time in his life, it was unclear of to him who the victor would be. He had no plan, no strategy. Only abiding by his own instinct and strength.
A silver blade gleamed as it emerged. However, it was not pointed at the manakete. Instead he lead with by the pommel first.
"Yet since then, I have faced trail by trail all on my own," his manoeuvre replied. Inhuman speed with an inordinately sharp precision to match.
[Grant's speed is five more than Hadassah's]
Grant's attack on Hadassah IDK7Bway1-100 (Chance to hit: 94) (Damage: 2) Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL Hadassah gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4] [+5 CRIT]
The blunt of his dagger sent forth a debilitating shot- meant more to incapacitate than to actually harm. "I have grown stronger, stronger than I could have ever imagined. All on my lonesome."
Grant's attack on Hadassah 1-100 (Chance to hit: 96) (Damage: 3) Grant still has -2 STR, -2 SKL Hadassah still has [SPD/DEF/RES -4] [+5 CRIT]
Another staggering hit without dealing any injuries. "Solitude interrupted only by clashing blades punctuated with grim disappointment."
Grant's HP:10/19 Hadassah's HP: 15/20
| Turn 2 |
Grant is faster than Hadassah
Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1
Swift was his technique and even more so his aggression. Not a moment could be wasted against such a powerful enemy. Enemy. Was that what she had boiled down to in his mind?
Darting around the towering serpent, he had the opportunity to deliver two more strikes. Hence came the first.
Grant's attack on Hadassah 1-100 (Chance to hit: 97) (Damage: 8) Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL Hadassah still has [SPD/DEF/RES -4] [+5 CRIT]
"Through thick and thin, come army or even dragon, I pressed on to victory." A strike told the force of his own strength, his speed much more.
Grant's attack on Hadassah 1-100 (Chance to hit: 96) (Damage: None) Grant still has -2 STR, -2 SKL Hadassah still has [SPD/DEF/RES -4] [+5 CRIT]
The chance to finish the dragon. He hesitated. "Still through it all, I keep you in mind."
A strike was coming- he was sure of it. By capitalising solely on his own offence, he had put himself in a bad position. He simply could not bring himself to defeat her.
Even with her girth, Hadassah felt his blows and his words. Each strike was met with a grunt of pain or a cry of agony. His speed far outmatched hers, yet she could sense his troubled spirit. Even as the final blow was capable of finishing this duel, his hand stopped short.
"It is your just desserts, Grant," she spoke as her large body suddenly rested upon the ground. Her large head dipped toward him, "You favored power over wisdom. Power is a lonely, friendless path where you crush others who oppose you. Such was I before I had received my scars of humiliation." Her tail motioned to the blemish across her head, "Your attempt at self-seeking... in all of your journeys alone... rhetorically, does this lonely power satisfy you? Only you can answer that within yourself."
Her large head turned to the side, "I digress... I've known all along, you know. About the meeting you had with that elf. A lumbering oaf tripped over me that night, and, after subduing him, I learned of his master's presence. I came within a dragon's earshot of your conversation and heard it all, even to your refusal. I stole away to camp, then slept peacefully." She dipped her head once more, "... I've always known you as a man of integrity, thus I waited patiently for you to confess the truth. There are no words to describe my piercing regret for not approaching you if I had known it would cause you such distress..." Her eyes closed and her paws folded, "I deserved every lash of your strength. Yet, for you to remember me, my soul is touched deeply by your words."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Only silence resulted from Hadassah’s response. Words failed Grant. It was one thing to condemn a person who had no idea of his own struggle, it’s another to do so to someone who understood him fully. Infuriatingly enough, she had managed to see right through his demeanour. For all the martial prowess he possessed, he was ultimately alone in whatever endeavour he pursued.
Attempting to speak only made him silently choke on his words. He wanted to shout. To curse her nobleness. To voice his anguish. To ask her how she could be so repentant immediately after he laid out his assault on her.
His blade returned to it’s scabbard, and just after, the same hand which held it reached outward to the side of the dragon’s head. For what he could not put into words, he decided to express by fulfilling his promise. By no means was he obliged to do so, nor was he bound by duty. In spite of it, there truly was no better way for him to speak his mind.
Alone, he mustered up the will to strive on and improve. Alone, his strengths surpassed his own expectations. Having been born with even the littlest arcane affinity was considered a blessing by him.
Channeled latent energy began to surge from the base of his palm. Powers yet untapped. Breath yet restored. Now together once more. No matter how small or large, the injuries began to fade simultaneously. Along with his skill to take, his ability to give had heightened twice fold since he made his last offer. Whether it was healing, mending or some combination of both, the body reconstituted a smooth surface. If his aptitude held true, minor scarring would outright disappear. However, he still could not manage to rid her of the larger marks. Even then, anything that remained was merely superficial.
So... this was his reaction. Unable to respond by words, he reciprocated his feelings with actions. What wounds on her large body were healed, and while the scar on her forehead remained, it was merely a discolored patch upon the surface of her skin.
It was remarkably soothing.
Moments after he had healed her, her form reverted back to that of a human with her legs crossed and arms folded. Her new appearance was more vibrant... youthful, even. Charm that she had lost from her scarring had been restored to her. Hadassah looked less of a hardened woman and more of a beautiful young lady.
Of course, while she couldn't see herself, the pain and irritation she endured was gone. For the first time since she had entered the Woods of the Forlorn, she felt... normal.
Normal. Ah, how the word resounded with joy in her mind, more so the very emotion brimmed to the top of her being almost to overflowing. She wanted to embrace Grant for his kindness, yet she restrained herself out of discretion.
Yet, the emotion... how strange it was. She felt tears stream down her cheeks.
"Th... there..." she stammered as she rubbed her wrists against her eyes, "There are no words... to... to express my... my gratitude..."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
It was more than enough for him. In that single moment she showed him what she felt- what she truly thought. No purer sentiment, no truer sight. One display was all it took to make her seem more human than a lot of the members of his species. Behind her mechanical responses and actions was an individual not too different from him.
Air in his hand felt heavier compared to the dragon’s crown. From an imposing figure powerful enough to blast him to smithereens to a sobbing person before him. His gaze turned skyward, then to the manakete. Evening rays peeking from behind ash coloured clouds scintillated among her tears. Grant lowered himself to a kneel.
Out from one of his pockets, he pulled a clean handkerchief to place in her hands before standing up again. Legs shook briefly before he regained his composure. The culmination of a long day, his lack of sleep and her blow weighed more on him than he had expected. He had been so focused on his acquaintance that even his body’s reflex action of automatically restoring itself via enhanced regeneration had been went undone.
Any doubts he had of her had been cleared. “Then we are one and the same on that note,” the butler remorsefully declared albeit in his usual, structured voice. “Had I not met you, I would still be blind even as I know the truth.” He turned away from the canyon to face her properly. On his chest over where his heart would be, he placed his palm firmly. Eyelids closed as he bowed forward to a slant.
A simple phrase, one uttered at every hour on every day.
"Thank you." A mild break in his speech emphasised greatly on the ordinary phrase. "Thank you, Miss Hadassah."
Hadassah stared at the handkerchief in her hand, then back up to Grant. Butlers are uncanny folk... even under great stress to their bodies, they continue to perform their stately mannerisms.
She took a brief moment to wipe her eyes. "You needn't thank me, Grant…”
A soft hand came beneath his chin and gently lifted his head to meet her eyes, “You’ve shown me I can hope in the future generation. Only now, I desire that you see me not only as guide or teacher, but as a friend to turn to in your day of trouble, no matter what it may be.” A wide smile crossed her face, “And when that time comes, I won’t hesitate to lend my wings to shelter you.”
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Friend. The word alone shook him to an extent where even he himself, in all of his competence of the language, could not describe. As far back as he had remembered, someone to call a friend was ever there. Where in the background or otherwise. As a toddler, as a child, as an adolescent right up until that point. There was no one for him there. Not that he was a loner by choice or lacked an opportunity to make that bond, there just. . . . was not any.
Had he been missing essential part of being human all along?
A few seconds passed with his gaze meeting her own. His expression could be compared to deer who had just noticed it was spotted- blank with a light tinge of astonishment. Not long after, he brought himself back his regular posture. Once again, he closed his eyes. A deep breath of air entered his lungs.
“Then I suppose there is no better way to memorialise the creation of a friendship than to give you this,” uttered the butler solemnly as he reached into a compartment within his coat. Brown cloth with an end neatly tied up for a makeshift pouch concealed an object within. “Truth be told, I was planning on presenting it to you far in the future.” His lips twisted upwards into, for once, a genuine smile.
“However, I theorise that my ability to heal will allow me to far surpass the lifespan of any human- I am now sure that I should not place a waiting period on anyone.” The smile wavered briefly, but held firm. If everyone he knew would eventually come to pass, he would have accept it.
"There truly is no better opportunity than the present."
Hadassah squinted at the small cloth bundle in a curious manner, then looked back up to him. This was a gift to be sure... but what on earth could it be?
"Grant ..." she murmured as she reached out and took it gently, "I couldn't possibly guess what this token of friendship might be."
If anything, she could feel her ancient heart picking up a little at the notion of a gift. From its concealment, it felt small, a bit oblong, yet round, and solid... and the last time she had ever felt an object like this one was her own father's Dragonstone...
... It couldn't be!
With an astonished look growing on her face, Hadassah moved to open the cloth with shaking hands.
It... it was a Dragonstone... but not like the normal ones... it was a stronger stone that unleashed the user's latent abilities...!
In her culture, to present one of these to a prospective mate would be considered a proposal! Did Grant even know what this sort of gift entailed? This must've been out of human ignorance or-or something!
With her heart soundly beating in her chest, she stammered as she held the stone up in the air, "Grant... this... this is...!"
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
“A dragonstone,” he took the initiative to complete her sentence, though he found it odd how she had lost her composure. Maybe it was extremely unusual to be able to obtain such a treasure. He could understand if that was the case. That or she was suspicious as to how he had gotten it in the first place. After all, how many people had such a specific ability tailored to a single item?
Grant brought his arm back to his side, patting an end of his coat to clean the dust off it from when he was hit. Now having properly presented himself, he spoke. “I have been saving gold from bounties and other odd jobs in order to purchase it.” His right hand flicked left and rose to his chest, his enunciation came crisp and clean. “Be that as it may, you need not worry of it’s price, Miss Hadassah.”
Still too odd by his standards. Not too long before this she was almost back to a calm state. The butler decided to use the method of reassurance in the hopes that he had not committed a taboo act or something of the sort.
“I suppose it is a sign of my. . .” He stopped for a moment to ponder, the word was right on the tip of his tongue, yet he could not place it. In the end he supposed there was no point in overthinking it. “Admiration?”
Uncertainty of whether he had to continue considering every factor flooded him. She did ultimately prove to be a trustworthy person- a friend. Thus he decided not to make a fuss.
“In any case, I hope you will accept it and find it to be of use," he added with an every so slight tilt of his head.
Admiration... alright. He knew nothing. Good. Good...
... Was that good?
Hadassah took a moment to regain herself, gave the Dragonstone one more look, then carefully put it away in her pouch on her waist.
"... Of... of course," she said with a quiet sigh, "This particular type of stone is rare and valuable... to come across one is much harder than you think. Even in all my travels, I've only seen stones like these once or twice in my life... and what a long life it has been." Her head turned up to look at him, smiling once again, "Thank you, Grant. I whole-heartedly accept your expression of our friendship." She glanced over to the canyon and cleared her throat.
"... This... may sound a little out of the blue, but would you like to visit Izumo? I think you and I should have a moment of respite after our spat." She turned to face him, "I will allow you to ride on my back... just this once."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
One quick revelation was all he needed to clear his doubts. Though he was not sure of why she needed to explain it’s rarity.
“Ah, I am very well aware of the power it possesses,” he replied accordingly. Grant held up a single finger index finger. “Had it been the weaker variant, I would not have acquired it for you.” Tracking down the seller had been an easier task altogether when compared to acquiring the money for it, he deemed.
“As for your offer.” The hand he raised opened to bear his palm. “I see no reason not to accept,” the young man smiled as he took a step closer. Nevertheless, he was not being entirely honest with both the manakete and even himself. Any sort of affinity he had for riding on anything capable of flying could be described in one word- none. Not that he loathed the concept of travel by air.
It just seemed too risky from his point of view. You could ask him to climb a tree or a towering building and he would do so with relative easy, but to rely on another creature for airborne transport? Nearly unthinkable.
Though he could not fully trust winged animals or wyverns to carry him around safely, he took mild comfort in knowing he could instead bestow that faith in her.
"Wonderful," Hadassah nodded, "Stand back for a second."
The manateke proceeded to give herself some distance within the clearing, then reached into her pouch and lifted out a green orb.
"This is an uncommon Dragonstone that I happened upon during your absence," she stated as her hand clenched around it, "Behold!" At that moment, Hadassah's body curled inward once again as light covered her. A moment later, giant wings sprouted from the luminescence as a streamlined wyvern appeared before Grant. "Climb upon my back, and by all means, use my spinal growths as a means to stay on top."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
That was certainly new. That or just new to the butler of course. In any case, he did have to admit that the form was impressive. He had heard tales of manakete being able to take the shape of a dragon, but a wyvern? Not in any of them. Her size and markings appeared to be relatively the same, albeit now with enlarged wings in the place of front legs.
“Very well,” Grant began his ascent onto her back prior to securing the straps of his bags tightly around his waist. He grasped upon it’s spinal surface as instructed and found it strange. It was much stronger than he had anticipated- as if it were segmented fins of some sort with the sharpness of porcupine quills. That is, if a porcupine's quills were made of impossibly tough steel. Completely and utterly fascinating was how it seemed to him.
“I am ready to go whenever you see fit,” he announced.
Except he was not. Grant was not ready in the slightest. However, even he did not know of his unreadiness.
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