With only one left he had the advantage, in both surprise and some form of strength, though he wouldn’t underestimate him in the slightest. Watching as the goblin would walk towards the tent and soon try to move into it, he seemed tired and even would try to go back to sleep, resting in a pool of his friends blood, but it wasn't long before they would begin to get up and frantically thrash about as they aimed to get out of the tent as quickly as possible. “What the flying hell!? Wake up!” He’d say as he looked around, calling out to anyone to come to his aid, though no one answered, instead just silence as he ran to each tent and saw what happened to them all. The goblins panic was high and now he seemed on guard, pulling out a weapon of his own as he looked around frantically.
Ricter had no intention of going at him while he was relaxed, the panic was what he wanted, given he saved him for last for a reason, he was the one who wanted to have his little ‘snack’ and so he’d make sure tearing them down would be as punishing as it could make it out to be. Coming out of the bushes he would stare down at the goblin, showing him he was here as the creature seemed startled and took shaking steps back, threatening, “Your from that village arn’t ya?! You killed all my mates you fucking pile of shit! I’ll…I’ll gut you real good, you’ll pay you hear me!?” He was ranting and raving, which Ricter would say nothing, he was in a state of tranquility, not like a killer but more so in the way that he was correct in what he was doing. The loss of life was always a painful thing, but this wouldn’t stop him form ending something vile, no matter how morality wanted to nip and bite at the back of his head.
As the goblin mustered the courage to charge at him he wouldn’t move, instead he’d watch him come and soon as he got close he bent down and charged forward, running him through with his sword as the force from it impaled the goblin fully on the double edged blade. It would have killed him instantly if not for the fact that he charged his blade to heal instead of kill, making it so it passed through his body harmlessly. The goblin was surprised by this, of course anyone would, but Ricter wouldn’t let him revel in this for long, pulling his blade out he would recharge it right as the last inch left his chest, cutting him across it as the goblin who was stunned before would scream out in pain. But not before he’d feel the wound close around the gash, yes, it would seem he was very vindictive as Ricter would make it a cycle of hacking at the creature then healing them.
This went on for a little under an hour, plenty of things in the night could hear the amount of pained screams that happened every 5 seconds, cutting and healing his wound again and again. All the while the creature wiggled and writhed on the ground, and if he dared to rear up and attack him he would cut off something but leave it as a stump once he was done. Which once it was finished the goblin seemed to all but beg to die, not wishing to be tortured any more, but Ricter didn’t seem like giving them mercy. "F-fuck you you bloody p..pansy, just do it, finish it!" In fact he would soon stab through his chest and think about something, he had wanted to try something, something he hadn’t done before in a long time, just to keep this going. But his mind went back to the moogle and he couldn’t waste it on something like him just for his own hate filled enjoyment, that was the line he would draw and he knew if he kept thinking about it he was now better than him.
He’d snap himself out of this idea, and soon charge his weapon back to normal, with the blade through his chest and heart the goblin would seem to sigh out a breath of sweet release. Which he would just give a soft growl as he gave him what he desired, none the less his priorities would soon be pulled over to the moogle. It was late still, dark as it should be at night with no lights, but he’d find her awake, she had been watching the entire thing for god knows how long as leaning against a tree she would notice him watching her and respond. “You should have tortured him some more…” As if just as cold as Ricter was right now, but he could understand her hate at the moment. “Did you, saved me?..” She would ask next as Ricter would look over to the destroyed camp and then back to her as he gave a small nod.
“I was passing by, I saw what they did to you and, as you can see, I didn’t take kindly to it.” He'd tell the truth, for which she would respond with a soft smile, trying to walk towards him but she’d fall and land on her face. Ricter was quick to act as he would place his sword next to her, pulling her up into his arms and lap as he asked, “Your really badly hurt, do you mind if I heal you?” Which her response was quite easily a simple nod of approval, she had cuts, bruises and with her wings broken as well as her eye missing she seemed like a broken mess. So as he pulled up his weapon he would soon press it into her body, allowing his magical abilities to take hold and heal her over time. In the mean time she would talk to him.
“You’re a prime, aren’t you?” The female moogle would ask.
“Whats a Prime?”
“Omni’s chosen ones, people that they like and bring here to this universe, the omni-verse.” She would clarify.
“So I guess there are more of those like me then?”
”Yes, so many more…Though I am fortunate you are so willing to help me, I only wish you had come sooner..”
“I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, unfortunately I can’t heal something once they are that far gone..”
“Its okay, I’m more so happy you were able to get vengeance for him, he was…a good soul. But I should reward you for what you’ve done for me, for us.” She'd look to the side, clearly saddened by this but she would try her best to think in a more positive light.
“Us? Are there more of your kind?”
”Yes, and many more of different species, monsters and other goblins as well, we should go before-…My…eye?..”
While in the process of healing her she would soon regain vision in her missing eye, it would seem it reformed completely as she blinked and began to ride up into the air, her wings no longer damaged. It would seem the Weasel had all but fully healed her and she would give a bright smile and even hug him, making him smile back towards her, she seemed very happy about this. “Thank you! thank you! thank you! I feared I’d never gain my vision again, your…power is amazing, you can heal others just from your weapon?” She’d ask as he got up, nodding as he dusted himself off. “Yes, its something I had gained from a friend, I just made it my own. How do you feel? Are you well enough to travel?” Ricter as concerned s a parent would be, even if she was a stranger he couldn't help it.
“Yes, yes I am, don’t worry about me, you’ve made me feel more than well. But we should go, I know of a place where you will be accepted. Especially with skills like that.” She’d be sure to say as he quirked a brow, but he wouldn’t protest it, instead he would go with her. But not before looting the goblins camp, not finding much if anything important, maybe some of that omni-currency he was shown but the name escaped him. Though he was more of a fan of gold coins, a common thing form where he was from. As he had destroyed the came completely and simply left with the moogle now she would explain a lot to him, what a rime was, how the realms were manifested, and what she was to some degree. That she could die but he himself wouldn’t, so long as he kept omni’s interest that is, which made him frown at the implications of being more so a toy if anything.
Ricter had no intention of going at him while he was relaxed, the panic was what he wanted, given he saved him for last for a reason, he was the one who wanted to have his little ‘snack’ and so he’d make sure tearing them down would be as punishing as it could make it out to be. Coming out of the bushes he would stare down at the goblin, showing him he was here as the creature seemed startled and took shaking steps back, threatening, “Your from that village arn’t ya?! You killed all my mates you fucking pile of shit! I’ll…I’ll gut you real good, you’ll pay you hear me!?” He was ranting and raving, which Ricter would say nothing, he was in a state of tranquility, not like a killer but more so in the way that he was correct in what he was doing. The loss of life was always a painful thing, but this wouldn’t stop him form ending something vile, no matter how morality wanted to nip and bite at the back of his head.
As the goblin mustered the courage to charge at him he wouldn’t move, instead he’d watch him come and soon as he got close he bent down and charged forward, running him through with his sword as the force from it impaled the goblin fully on the double edged blade. It would have killed him instantly if not for the fact that he charged his blade to heal instead of kill, making it so it passed through his body harmlessly. The goblin was surprised by this, of course anyone would, but Ricter wouldn’t let him revel in this for long, pulling his blade out he would recharge it right as the last inch left his chest, cutting him across it as the goblin who was stunned before would scream out in pain. But not before he’d feel the wound close around the gash, yes, it would seem he was very vindictive as Ricter would make it a cycle of hacking at the creature then healing them.
This went on for a little under an hour, plenty of things in the night could hear the amount of pained screams that happened every 5 seconds, cutting and healing his wound again and again. All the while the creature wiggled and writhed on the ground, and if he dared to rear up and attack him he would cut off something but leave it as a stump once he was done. Which once it was finished the goblin seemed to all but beg to die, not wishing to be tortured any more, but Ricter didn’t seem like giving them mercy. "F-fuck you you bloody p..pansy, just do it, finish it!" In fact he would soon stab through his chest and think about something, he had wanted to try something, something he hadn’t done before in a long time, just to keep this going. But his mind went back to the moogle and he couldn’t waste it on something like him just for his own hate filled enjoyment, that was the line he would draw and he knew if he kept thinking about it he was now better than him.
He’d snap himself out of this idea, and soon charge his weapon back to normal, with the blade through his chest and heart the goblin would seem to sigh out a breath of sweet release. Which he would just give a soft growl as he gave him what he desired, none the less his priorities would soon be pulled over to the moogle. It was late still, dark as it should be at night with no lights, but he’d find her awake, she had been watching the entire thing for god knows how long as leaning against a tree she would notice him watching her and respond. “You should have tortured him some more…” As if just as cold as Ricter was right now, but he could understand her hate at the moment. “Did you, saved me?..” She would ask next as Ricter would look over to the destroyed camp and then back to her as he gave a small nod.
“I was passing by, I saw what they did to you and, as you can see, I didn’t take kindly to it.” He'd tell the truth, for which she would respond with a soft smile, trying to walk towards him but she’d fall and land on her face. Ricter was quick to act as he would place his sword next to her, pulling her up into his arms and lap as he asked, “Your really badly hurt, do you mind if I heal you?” Which her response was quite easily a simple nod of approval, she had cuts, bruises and with her wings broken as well as her eye missing she seemed like a broken mess. So as he pulled up his weapon he would soon press it into her body, allowing his magical abilities to take hold and heal her over time. In the mean time she would talk to him.
“You’re a prime, aren’t you?” The female moogle would ask.
“Whats a Prime?”
“Omni’s chosen ones, people that they like and bring here to this universe, the omni-verse.” She would clarify.
“So I guess there are more of those like me then?”
”Yes, so many more…Though I am fortunate you are so willing to help me, I only wish you had come sooner..”
“I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, unfortunately I can’t heal something once they are that far gone..”
“Its okay, I’m more so happy you were able to get vengeance for him, he was…a good soul. But I should reward you for what you’ve done for me, for us.” She'd look to the side, clearly saddened by this but she would try her best to think in a more positive light.
“Us? Are there more of your kind?”
”Yes, and many more of different species, monsters and other goblins as well, we should go before-…My…eye?..”
While in the process of healing her she would soon regain vision in her missing eye, it would seem it reformed completely as she blinked and began to ride up into the air, her wings no longer damaged. It would seem the Weasel had all but fully healed her and she would give a bright smile and even hug him, making him smile back towards her, she seemed very happy about this. “Thank you! thank you! thank you! I feared I’d never gain my vision again, your…power is amazing, you can heal others just from your weapon?” She’d ask as he got up, nodding as he dusted himself off. “Yes, its something I had gained from a friend, I just made it my own. How do you feel? Are you well enough to travel?” Ricter as concerned s a parent would be, even if she was a stranger he couldn't help it.
“Yes, yes I am, don’t worry about me, you’ve made me feel more than well. But we should go, I know of a place where you will be accepted. Especially with skills like that.” She’d be sure to say as he quirked a brow, but he wouldn’t protest it, instead he would go with her. But not before looting the goblins camp, not finding much if anything important, maybe some of that omni-currency he was shown but the name escaped him. Though he was more of a fan of gold coins, a common thing form where he was from. As he had destroyed the came completely and simply left with the moogle now she would explain a lot to him, what a rime was, how the realms were manifested, and what she was to some degree. That she could die but he himself wouldn’t, so long as he kept omni’s interest that is, which made him frown at the implications of being more so a toy if anything.