06-07-2015, 01:48 AM
"Alright," Zack mumbled to himself as he stood up from the wall, deciding that his break was over. He pulled the Buster Sword off of his back as he did.
He held the sword out before himself, inspecting it for damage. He'd been discouraged from getting wear, tear, and rust on this sword by it's previous owner. However, despite the exceptional quality of this well crafted sword, the previous scuffle had put a few nicks and scrapes on the blade in various places. Nothing substantial, but enough that Zack's careful eye had noticed.
After studying the very minor damage for a couple seconds, Zack held the sword out in his right hand, with the blade tip pointed upwards. He brought his left hand up and put it against the side of the sword, then closed his eyes and concentrated. This Omnilium energy that he had access to was so precious it seemed, so he decided he wanted to test the resource out a little with some minor repair work. He wasn't quite sure how he knew, but somehow he already understood what he needed to do. Concentrating on an image of the Buster Sword without the scratches or damage on it, he held that visualization as he summoned the energy from within him and onto the sword in his hands. Several minutes passed as he kept this up, feeling the energy flow out and mold itself onto the sword. After enough time had passed, he opened his eyes and looked at the sword.
Holding the Buster Sword close, he inspected the sides of the blade and saw that all the previous damage had all but vanished. It looked better than it did even after one of his meticulous work sessions on the sword. He grinned at the sight, now understanding the power of Omnilium a little bit better. If a little effort and energy had done this, what would a lot of energy and effort cause? He would have to find that out later. For now, he decided, it was time to get moving.
As Zack placed the Buster Sword on his back once more, he began to look down the multiple pathways as he weighed his options. Going up was one choice, but he was curious what might be down the other paths as well. As he wondered though, he heard a distant voice...screaming?
Looking left and right, Zack couldn't figure out the source with all of the echos inside of this cave. All he could tell was it was certainly a distressed scream and it was certainly getting closer at a high rate of speed. He narrowed his eyes and took a slightly wider stance, trying to determine the direction it was coming from. He also heard what sounded like impacts on a hard surface. Upon glancing at the ground he saw a few pebbles had been falling near his feet.
Of course.
"Coming from abo-"
Zack never finished his declaration of the obvious, because as he was looking upwards something collided with him. The impact of this falling object on his face knocked him right off his feet and onto his back, and the being fell the rest of the way and hit his chest, knocking the wind right out of him.
Stunned and dazed, Zack laid there on the ground for a few moments, trying to gather his bearings and figure out what the hell had just happened. As he groaned in pain, he barely noticed this newcomer scrambling to get off of him. Upon getting his breath back, he looked slightly up from his field of vision and noticed this mustached man was now standing over him, and possibly talking to him.
In a panicked move, Zack leapt to his feet and drew the Buster Sword in both hands, holding it in a manner which would allow a quick and powerful thrust right into this recent arrival to the tunnels. Instead of reflecting on the fact that all of repair work on the sword was likely undone by a rough slam on the ground, he was instead sizing up this odd person. The man looked normal, except he was far shorter than a normal person might be. His clothing was not what Zack would have expected of a wandering warrior, but Zack knew that if he came from straight above there was more than meets the eye to this one.
Zack paused for a moment though, letting his thinking mind take over from his trained warrior instincts. Had he just said "sorry", and apologized for the rough arrival? The guy seemed to somewhat speak his language, and he wasn't attempting to attack him further. Maybe he was just another nutcase like him, wandering in an unforgiving and dangerous landscape. Anything was possible. Zack lowered the sword, holding it to the side in only one hand.
"Are you alright?" Zack asked this odd person. As he talked he wondered if they really even would be able to communicate. There was no telling who else from where else Omni had dropped in this world.
"What's your name...and what are you doing here?"
He held the sword out before himself, inspecting it for damage. He'd been discouraged from getting wear, tear, and rust on this sword by it's previous owner. However, despite the exceptional quality of this well crafted sword, the previous scuffle had put a few nicks and scrapes on the blade in various places. Nothing substantial, but enough that Zack's careful eye had noticed.
After studying the very minor damage for a couple seconds, Zack held the sword out in his right hand, with the blade tip pointed upwards. He brought his left hand up and put it against the side of the sword, then closed his eyes and concentrated. This Omnilium energy that he had access to was so precious it seemed, so he decided he wanted to test the resource out a little with some minor repair work. He wasn't quite sure how he knew, but somehow he already understood what he needed to do. Concentrating on an image of the Buster Sword without the scratches or damage on it, he held that visualization as he summoned the energy from within him and onto the sword in his hands. Several minutes passed as he kept this up, feeling the energy flow out and mold itself onto the sword. After enough time had passed, he opened his eyes and looked at the sword.
Holding the Buster Sword close, he inspected the sides of the blade and saw that all the previous damage had all but vanished. It looked better than it did even after one of his meticulous work sessions on the sword. He grinned at the sight, now understanding the power of Omnilium a little bit better. If a little effort and energy had done this, what would a lot of energy and effort cause? He would have to find that out later. For now, he decided, it was time to get moving.
As Zack placed the Buster Sword on his back once more, he began to look down the multiple pathways as he weighed his options. Going up was one choice, but he was curious what might be down the other paths as well. As he wondered though, he heard a distant voice...screaming?
Looking left and right, Zack couldn't figure out the source with all of the echos inside of this cave. All he could tell was it was certainly a distressed scream and it was certainly getting closer at a high rate of speed. He narrowed his eyes and took a slightly wider stance, trying to determine the direction it was coming from. He also heard what sounded like impacts on a hard surface. Upon glancing at the ground he saw a few pebbles had been falling near his feet.
Of course.
"Coming from abo-"
Zack never finished his declaration of the obvious, because as he was looking upwards something collided with him. The impact of this falling object on his face knocked him right off his feet and onto his back, and the being fell the rest of the way and hit his chest, knocking the wind right out of him.
Stunned and dazed, Zack laid there on the ground for a few moments, trying to gather his bearings and figure out what the hell had just happened. As he groaned in pain, he barely noticed this newcomer scrambling to get off of him. Upon getting his breath back, he looked slightly up from his field of vision and noticed this mustached man was now standing over him, and possibly talking to him.
In a panicked move, Zack leapt to his feet and drew the Buster Sword in both hands, holding it in a manner which would allow a quick and powerful thrust right into this recent arrival to the tunnels. Instead of reflecting on the fact that all of repair work on the sword was likely undone by a rough slam on the ground, he was instead sizing up this odd person. The man looked normal, except he was far shorter than a normal person might be. His clothing was not what Zack would have expected of a wandering warrior, but Zack knew that if he came from straight above there was more than meets the eye to this one.
Zack paused for a moment though, letting his thinking mind take over from his trained warrior instincts. Had he just said "sorry", and apologized for the rough arrival? The guy seemed to somewhat speak his language, and he wasn't attempting to attack him further. Maybe he was just another nutcase like him, wandering in an unforgiving and dangerous landscape. Anything was possible. Zack lowered the sword, holding it to the side in only one hand.
"Are you alright?" Zack asked this odd person. As he talked he wondered if they really even would be able to communicate. There was no telling who else from where else Omni had dropped in this world.
"What's your name...and what are you doing here?"