With the way I play games I would probably be over leveled by about 5 levels so about lvl 35. I would use twin blades with ice damage on them because they cause more damage faster, and if used right are effective at blocking. I would be warrior class of course, but have one or two novice lightning spells. Since I am always over prepared I would have a stock pile of healing potions, and I would just rush in with no strategy.
Now if I lose the first time then I will fight him one or two more times to learn his pattern, and I would charge back in and win. I am usually a lone wolf in these games.
(I just realized that I explained what I did in Skyrim )
I have just started the game as a ice wizard and started to explore every place in the game while doing so i keep dieing along the way and meet high level people who keep reviving me every time i die and i slowly had meet a creature called an orthrus and get it as a pet and cammand it to kill other creatures who are trying to kill me and then while i am doing so i slowly start to get people who are level 20's and above to add me as there friends and then i meet a person who was gathering people to go defeat a boss called the dragon king, it was part of his quest that he had to do to level up and where his awesome level 30 gear that he has been holding on to for 5 levels so i asked him if i could join even though i was only level 2 he said "sure, we need all the people we can get to defeat the dragon because last time i went i died, hahaha" and i laughed too and said "I bet" then us and 17 other people of low and high levels we all walked to the doungen where the dragon was suppose to be and slowly went around so the dragon wouldnt appear yet and once everyone was ready we all charged forward and while doing so it slowly walked out and as we all charged forward we all decied to do are super, ultra, awesome, insane attacks all at once and even though we all did it, they barely made even a scratch so then we went none stop using are swords as assasins and knights and then using are magic as dark magicians and element magicians to take down the king dragon and after 30 min we finally killed and we all decied to split all the gear on a dice roll so it made everyone who wanted the gear a chance without us having to fight over it and after that almost all of us became friends and walked out of the dungeon like we just kicked the dragon kings buts and where proud about it, like one of those slow mob walks when a building just blowed up behind you, it was a pretty awesome 3 hours that i had ever spent on an mmo
a young man came home from school, quickly closing the door behind him to keep out the rain.
his mother was in the kitchen; he could smell the beginnings of....stew, perhaps? roast? something beef-y. he took a moment to savor the smell before announcing his presence.
"hey, mom. i'm home."
"welcome home, dear." she seemed distracted. "i'm sorry, but I'm a bit busy here...." as if to accentuate this, there was a sudden hissing from the kitchen. "ah! darn it....your father's busy in the study, don't bother him, i'll talk to you later...."
"uh, ya, sure mom." slightly wide-eyed, the boy made his way to his room, pausing just for a moment before his father's study. his sister was gone for a few days, his friends were busy; he hadn't really talked to anyone all day. and yet, his father was here. at home. while others in the house were awake. but apparently he was working. the boy shook his head; don't be selfish. he's working. he went to his room.
homework took all of ten minutes, and soon he found himself glancing at his computer. friends had forced him to sign up for The World, a less-than-imaginatively named mmo, just last week. he wasn't much for mmos, usually, but with rain like that he was stuck inside, and given the relative derth of real human contact he'd had that day....
Ten minutes later, Tristain stepped into the perpetually twilit streets of Mac Anu. None of his companions were on that day, of course; but he felt good. Home could be suffocating when there was no one around and you were stuck inside; here, he could move around, see things, get his blood pumping.
He was a Macabre Dancer much to the amusement of his friends. At the time, of course, he'd simply been thinking pragmatically; it was a versatile class, useful in most any situation, and able to perform in close or long-range combat, or in a support role. They were also fairly well suited to solo play, as they possessed good healing capabilities.
This had all ignored the fact, only really brought to the fore after character generation was complete, that the Macabre Dancer was, well, a dancer. Perhaps he could have played it off as a simple lack of fore-thought - which it was - if he hadn't made his avatar...how to say....inordinately bishie.
A day had yet to go by in which he didn't receive mock love-letters from friends, family, and, recently, friends and family of friends and family. He'd put up with the joke good-naturedly until he got a marriage proposal from his homeroom teacher. To her credit, the (admittedly young and attractive) woman claimed not to have known it was him till afterwards.
Shaking his head with a rueful smile, Tristain ducked a blow from a goblin and drove into the opening before whirling gracefully to the side, catching a descending club with his fans and roasting the unfortunate goblin with a fireball.
Tristain popped his joints as he looked around. He was deep in some dungeon he'd called up at random. It wasn't familiar; it had a vaguely Aztec feel, underground with carved stone passageways and chambers filled with old relics. It was, without a doubt, far too high-leveled for him. But he really didn't care much. Perhaps it was a stupid move, but he was eager to dive in, and wasn't one to shy from a challenge.
He mused on that as he went deeper. The trade off, of course, for all of his chosen class' advantages was that it was a very difficult class to play, requiring large amounts of practice to achieve anything like competence. Your reflexes had to be excellent to properly juggle the various spells you carried, and your instincts and multi-tasking had to be able to keep up with the usually chaotic battles of The World.
But Tristain was well used to RPGs, and relished the difficulty; though he didn't play now as much as he used to, he had once spent most of his free time on them. Nothing unhealthy, he still found time to get outside, but it was where he found his faculties most engaged. The stories, the challenges, the simple joys of exploring a different world....there was really nothing like it.
And, of course, he always played with his father. Back before the promotion had left his father too busy to play with him. It never felt the same after that, and for the past few months, Tristain had almost dropped them entirely.
Which was a big part of why he'd chosen such a difficult class. Simply put, it was like waking back up.
Quite suddenly, a powerful roar shook him out of his reverie. He glanced around in a panic, before realizing that whatever had made the noise must have been further down the hallway. The dungeon was colder now, and the relics fewer, but more impressive. There were statues and monuments everywhere, the taller ones trailing off towards the shadowed ceiling far above, with wall carvings obscured by the dusty gloom. He gulped slightly, peered into the claustrophobic hallway before him, and edged cautiously towards the chamber at the other end. He noted with a mix of elation and worry that this was probably the boss for this dungeon.
Good to know that he could do this much on his own, at least, though he suspected he wouldn't be able to reap the rewards. At level 18, he was still desperately underpowered.
Especially against the level 30 dragon he found himself facing.
It was a massive creature, gleaming silver and bloody red in the torchlight. It's wings were bat-like and its tail spiked through eleven ways from Sunday, with a sharp ridge running down its back. Its head was something out of a nightmare, or perhaps a heavy-metal fan's wet dream, with thick plates on either cheek and a massive bony forehead surrounding the oddly wolf-ish snout, filled with sharp fangs, all surrounded by a dozen massive horns.
It took him a moment to remind his fight-or-flight response that it was just a game, and he was not, in fact, about to be devoured.
And then the time for fear was over, and the time for battle came. Tristain didn't really believe that he had a chance, but it was fun to try. And try he did. He brought all his tricks to bear, kiting and strafing his foe, reserving hiss SP for healing, making use of his maneuverability and the confined battle-space. His foe was tenacious and monstrously powerful, spraying flame over wide areas, trying to pin the tiny Macabre Dancer in one place long enough to use its claws and teeth.
The battle wore on for a good fifteen minutes. Neither combatant was in great shape, but Tristain could feel the end coming. He grinned ferally; it had been fun.
Quite suddenly, he heard a great crack. Both fighters looked around in alarm, the dragon howling in pain. There stood a Steam Gunner, tall and muscular, grinning like Harrison Ford after escaping the Death Star. Tristain seized his chance, diving back upon his foe. Between the two of them, they soon brought it down.
Wiping his face off, Tristain gave a belated greeting. "Thanks. You really saved me there."
"Don't think me, just get logged off. We'll talk properly later." And his savior disappeared.
Tristain gaped after him, just beginning to put two and two together, before realizing he could hear his mother calling for him. He cursed, grabbed the loot without looking, and logged out to talk to his father.
Me: level unknown, strength, speed= 9999.
ragtag team of the usual types of 3 friends from real life: their stats.. irrelevant.
Dragon=nuisance.
My friends walking along when they encounter the dragon.
typical look of "oh crap" pops upon their faces. i come running from a distance, jump upon the dragon.
friends start to gain confidence and start attacking doing little damage.
i deliver a killer blow of 9999 to the head within seconds... dragon=
my friends receive same amount of exp as i do.... friend 1= friend 2= friend 3= me=
"Welcome to the World" sounds in Lathe's ears. The AR display over his eyes digitize into the view of the Chaos Gate in the Mac Anu. The rushing water of the river running through the center of town fills up the background noise of all the hustle and bustle of street merchants and other players rushing about their ways.
"I wonder if they ever stop to just enjoy this place?" Lathe thought to himself as he turned around to look at the rustic cityscape. He smirked to himself at the thought, realizing how foolish he must be in other people's eyes for logging in every once in a while just to listen to BGM.
The smirk on Lathe's face slowly disappeared as he remembered why he had taken leave from work for the afternoon just to log in. He opened his stats menu to confirm his progress from his last log in had saved. "Level 27? Check. HP 1597? Check. SP 1400? Check. How am I on items? 15 HP Potions. 10 Antidotes. 5 SP potions. Rai-Rom, Vak-Don, Juk-Rom, Gan-Zot, and Aku-Zot scrolls..." Lathe paused for a moment as his mind flashed to the BBS message he had read earlier that morning:
Quote:
A giant dragon king stands between you and a hoard of shiny treasure. Defeat the dragon before he can make you his next meal.
"I'm swapping those Vak and Gan scrolls... But for what? I don't need Rue scrolls..." A glint shimmers in his teal eyes as he realizes what he needs. "Perfect"
*several minutes later*
"Alright..." Lathe grips his wrist with his left hand, the sound oh his leather gloves gripping together ringing out. He then smirks and releases his wrist, using his hand now to spike back is sky blue hair. He swings his arms back, rustling up the bottom of his waist-length blue coat, revealing two hilts hidden underneath. He slides his left leg back, the matching blue pants concealing the tightening of his leg muscles as he prepares to lunge. "LET'S GO! Screaming Wind Sands, The Sea of Fate!" He shouts as he launches himself at the Chaos Gate. In mid-leap, three rune-carved golden rings surround his body and he dematerializes, warping to the land of the Dragon King.
*loading... loading... loading... loa-*
Lathe materializes in a arid plain at dusk. Off in the distance he sees two giant pillars connected by an earthen bridge. Pinned against the pillars are two giant skeletons. "Creepy..." He thought to himself. He shrugs the feeling off and checks his map. "This way." He tears off in to the east, away from the pillars. He finds the entrance to the dungeon, a stone enclosure that looks like a head swallowing all those who enter.
Lathe stepped in and down the stairs. He easily cleared out the first room of the dungeon. "Tsk. What's such a high powered monster doing in a level 17 dungeon?" He steps into the next room. There is only one monster portal. Behind the portal he spots a doorway with the symbol of the Gott Statue above the door. That same smirked played itself across Lathe's lips. "Iko..." he said his little mantra to himself under his breath. He stepped forward and triggered the portal.
The portal exploded open to reveal the massive dragon. Even while on all fours, the dragon was twice as tall as Lathe. Its grey, scaly skin seethed with a thin layer of slime. The dragon lurched up and spread its wings, creating the illusion of filling the entirety of the room. "ATTA BOY! Let's have some fun!" Lathe yelled at the beast. He dropped down into a squat, reached behind his back and up inside his coat and grabbed the hilts of his twin blades, drawing them and lunging at the Dragon King in the same motion.
The blades began to glow white as he raced to the creature. "Staccato!" Lathe flung himself at the beast, beginning an intricate dance, twirling and jumping back and forth quicker than the dragon could react. Ten hits landed before the dragon swung at Lathe with its massive front claw, knocking him back into the wall. "AH!" He yelled, sliding down the wall, but landing on his feet. "Well, I didn't expect it to be easy..." he said, wiping some blood from his mouth. He held both blades in one hand and put the other to his small pouch on his waste. A potion materialized from it.
Touching the cold bottle to his lips, he drank the potion down in one gulp. The wounds he just received dissolved into the air. He threw the bottle away and materialized something else from his pouch: a scroll. He threw it into the air, yelling "Speed Spell: Ap Do!" He returned his blades to their rightful hands, slashed the scroll, and absorbed the magic that exploded from it. He once again launched himself at the king of dragons, but with twice the quickness as before. He repeated his staccato, but the beast could not react at all this time. All twenty hits connected.
As Lathe landed from his last jumping twirl, he saw the dragon reaching back to swat at him again. This time though, the claw struck the wall and a brilliant red-orange flame ignited around it. It was then that Lathe realized that the coating of slime was actually oil and fat from past kills.
"This could hurt..." he thought to himself as the fire spread, engulfing the dragon. "Gotta do something..." He materialized another scroll, throwing it into the air above the beast. "Speed Spell: Dek Do!" He threw his blade at the scroll, tearing through it and releasing the magic over the dragon. The dragon's speed slowed to a crawl. Lathe leaped back just in time. The spell, with its shorter duration that the Ap Do spell, wore off, and the swing came roaring with full force, narrowly missing Lathe's head. The heat from the intense flames washed over him.
"I think you singed my eyebrows. Gotta keep my distance now! Mei Rue Zot!" Lathe aimed the hilt of the twin blade he didn't throw at the ground beneath the dragon. A blue circle of runes materialized. From the circle erupted giant spikes of ice. "I know your weakness, and unluckily for you, its the one element I specialize in." He smirked at the beast. "That really hurt, didn't it?" The roaring inferno that engulfed the dragon was now all but doused, with nothing but embers glowing around its body.
As Lathe watched the dragon tremble in anger, he noticed something on the dragon's back, glinting the light and causing him to smirk once again. "It's over." Lathe mused.
The beast stood again, filling the room, scraping the walls with its wings and claws, igniting its body once again. This time, fueled by its own rage, the inferno was twice as intense. "Do what you want. I've won this." He took out one more scroll, and clenched it in his free hand. He charged forward at the beast with his remaining twin blade forward. The beast reared its claw back to make one final blazing swipe.
Then, just as the dragon came forward onto his free front claw to slash at Lathe, Lathe threw the scroll down beneath himself "Wood Spell: Juk Rom!" A green runic circle spread out from where the scroll landed, and a miniature tornado sprung up beneath Lathe, doing a small amount of damage to himself, but launching him into the air above the dragon, evading the attack and putting him in position to launch the final strike.
Lathe pointed the hilt of his twin blade at the beast. "Mei Rue Rom!" A whirlpool of water launched from the hilt, dousing the dragons fire again, and causing it to be pinned to the floor. Lathe then spotted the target of his final attack, the object that was glinting earlier: his other blade, which had punctured the dragon's back after he threw it. It was standing up-right between the wing blades. Lathe took aim to launch one final spell.
Blue mana began to congregate around the hilt oh his twin blade. He grasped his wrist with his free hand to steady his aim. "Pha Rue Don!" Lathe yelled, launching his most powerful spell. A giant ball of water launched itself from Lathe's sword, hurdling right for the other blade. They met. The ball of water drove the blade in deeper while exploding on contact, dousing the beast with a cascade of rushing water.
Lathe landed just as the beast gave a final cry and fell over, its body completely grey and lifeless. The body digitized and disappear. Lathe walked over and picked up his sword. "That was fun." He smiled.
He headed to the door, and opened it to reveal the giant stone Gott Statue, hovering over a pit, supported by golden rings. Before it stood the treasure chest. Lathe walked over, and opened the chest, causing the golden rings to disappear and the Gott Statue to fall.
With the way I play games I would probably be over leveled by about 5 levels so about lvl 35. I would use twin blades with ice damage on them because they cause more damage faster, and if used right are effective at blocking. I would be warrior class of course, but have one or two novice lightning spells. Since I am always over prepared I would have a stock pile of healing potions, and I would just rush in with no strategy.
Now if I lose the first time then I will fight him one or two more times to learn his pattern, and I would charge back in and win. I am usually a lone wolf in these games.
(I just realized that I explained what I did in Skyrim
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I have just started the game as a ice wizard and started to explore every place in the game while doing so i keep dieing along the way and meet high level people who keep reviving me every time i die and i slowly had meet a creature called an orthrus and get it as a pet and cammand it to kill other creatures who are trying to kill me and then while i am doing so i slowly start to get people who are level 20's and above to add me as there friends and then i meet a person who was gathering people to go defeat a boss called the dragon king, it was part of his quest that he had to do to level up and where his awesome level 30 gear that he has been holding on to for 5 levels so i asked him if i could join even though i was only level 2 he said "sure, we need all the people we can get to defeat the dragon because last time i went i died, hahaha" and i laughed too and said "I bet" then us and 17 other people of low and high levels we all walked to the doungen where the dragon was suppose to be and slowly went around so the dragon wouldnt appear yet and once everyone was ready we all charged forward and while doing so it slowly walked out and as we all charged forward we all decied to do are super, ultra, awesome, insane attacks all at once and even though we all did it, they barely made even a scratch so then we went none stop using are swords as assasins and knights and then using are magic as dark magicians and element magicians to take down the king dragon and after 30 min we finally killed and we all decied to split all the gear on a dice roll so it made everyone who wanted the gear a chance without us having to fight over it and after that almost all of us became friends and walked out of the dungeon like we just kicked the dragon kings buts and where proud about it, like one of those slow mob walks when a building just blowed up behind you, it was a pretty awesome 3 hours that i had ever spent on an mmo
a young man came home from school, quickly closing the door behind him to keep out the rain.
his mother was in the kitchen; he could smell the beginnings of....stew, perhaps? roast? something beef-y. he took a moment to savor the smell before announcing his presence.
"hey, mom. i'm home."
"welcome home, dear." she seemed distracted. "i'm sorry, but I'm a bit busy here...." as if to accentuate this, there was a sudden hissing from the kitchen. "ah! darn it....your father's busy in the study, don't bother him, i'll talk to you later...."
"uh, ya, sure mom." slightly wide-eyed, the boy made his way to his room, pausing just for a moment before his father's study. his sister was gone for a few days, his friends were busy; he hadn't really talked to anyone all day. and yet, his father was here. at home. while others in the house were awake. but apparently he was working. the boy shook his head; don't be selfish. he's working. he went to his room.
homework took all of ten minutes, and soon he found himself glancing at his computer. friends had forced him to sign up for The World, a less-than-imaginatively named mmo, just last week. he wasn't much for mmos, usually, but with rain like that he was stuck inside, and given the relative derth of real human contact he'd had that day....
Ten minutes later, Tristain stepped into the perpetually twilit streets of Mac Anu. None of his companions were on that day, of course; but he felt good. Home could be suffocating when there was no one around and you were stuck inside; here, he could move around, see things, get his blood pumping.
He was a Macabre Dancer much to the amusement of his friends. At the time, of course, he'd simply been thinking pragmatically; it was a versatile class, useful in most any situation, and able to perform in close or long-range combat, or in a support role. They were also fairly well suited to solo play, as they possessed good healing capabilities.
This had all ignored the fact, only really brought to the fore after character generation was complete, that the Macabre Dancer was, well, a dancer. Perhaps he could have played it off as a simple lack of fore-thought - which it was - if he hadn't made his avatar...how to say....inordinately bishie.
A day had yet to go by in which he didn't receive mock love-letters from friends, family, and, recently, friends and family of friends and family. He'd put up with the joke good-naturedly until he got a marriage proposal from his homeroom teacher. To her credit, the (admittedly young and attractive) woman claimed not to have known it was him till afterwards.
Shaking his head with a rueful smile, Tristain ducked a blow from a goblin and drove into the opening before whirling gracefully to the side, catching a descending club with his fans and roasting the unfortunate goblin with a fireball.
Tristain popped his joints as he looked around. He was deep in some dungeon he'd called up at random. It wasn't familiar; it had a vaguely Aztec feel, underground with carved stone passageways and chambers filled with old relics. It was, without a doubt, far too high-leveled for him. But he really didn't care much. Perhaps it was a stupid move, but he was eager to dive in, and wasn't one to shy from a challenge.
He mused on that as he went deeper. The trade off, of course, for all of his chosen class' advantages was that it was a very difficult class to play, requiring large amounts of practice to achieve anything like competence. Your reflexes had to be excellent to properly juggle the various spells you carried, and your instincts and multi-tasking had to be able to keep up with the usually chaotic battles of The World.
But Tristain was well used to RPGs, and relished the difficulty; though he didn't play now as much as he used to, he had once spent most of his free time on them. Nothing unhealthy, he still found time to get outside, but it was where he found his faculties most engaged. The stories, the challenges, the simple joys of exploring a different world....there was really nothing like it.
And, of course, he always played with his father. Back before the promotion had left his father too busy to play with him. It never felt the same after that, and for the past few months, Tristain had almost dropped them entirely.
Which was a big part of why he'd chosen such a difficult class. Simply put, it was like waking back up.
Quite suddenly, a powerful roar shook him out of his reverie. He glanced around in a panic, before realizing that whatever had made the noise must have been further down the hallway. The dungeon was colder now, and the relics fewer, but more impressive. There were statues and monuments everywhere, the taller ones trailing off towards the shadowed ceiling far above, with wall carvings obscured by the dusty gloom. He gulped slightly, peered into the claustrophobic hallway before him, and edged cautiously towards the chamber at the other end. He noted with a mix of elation and worry that this was probably the boss for this dungeon.
Good to know that he could do this much on his own, at least, though he suspected he wouldn't be able to reap the rewards. At level 18, he was still desperately underpowered.
Especially against the level 30 dragon he found himself facing.
It was a massive creature, gleaming silver and bloody red in the torchlight. It's wings were bat-like and its tail spiked through eleven ways from Sunday, with a sharp ridge running down its back. Its head was something out of a nightmare, or perhaps a heavy-metal fan's wet dream, with thick plates on either cheek and a massive bony forehead surrounding the oddly wolf-ish snout, filled with sharp fangs, all surrounded by a dozen massive horns.
It took him a moment to remind his fight-or-flight response that it was just a game, and he was not, in fact, about to be devoured.
And then the time for fear was over, and the time for battle came. Tristain didn't really believe that he had a chance, but it was fun to try. And try he did. He brought all his tricks to bear, kiting and strafing his foe, reserving hiss SP for healing, making use of his maneuverability and the confined battle-space. His foe was tenacious and monstrously powerful, spraying flame over wide areas, trying to pin the tiny Macabre Dancer in one place long enough to use its claws and teeth.
The battle wore on for a good fifteen minutes. Neither combatant was in great shape, but Tristain could feel the end coming. He grinned ferally; it had been fun.
Quite suddenly, he heard a great crack. Both fighters looked around in alarm, the dragon howling in pain. There stood a Steam Gunner, tall and muscular, grinning like Harrison Ford after escaping the Death Star. Tristain seized his chance, diving back upon his foe. Between the two of them, they soon brought it down.
Wiping his face off, Tristain gave a belated greeting. "Thanks. You really saved me there."
"Don't think me, just get logged off. We'll talk properly later." And his savior disappeared.
Tristain gaped after him, just beginning to put two and two together, before realizing he could hear his mother calling for him. He cursed, grabbed the loot without looking, and logged out to talk to his father.
Me: level unknown, strength, speed= 9999.
ragtag team of the usual types of 3 friends from real life: their stats.. irrelevant.
Dragon=nuisance.
My friends walking along when they encounter the dragon.
i come running from a distance, jump upon the dragon.
friend 2= 
friend 3= 
me= 
typical look of "oh crap" pops upon their faces.
friends start to gain confidence and start attacking doing little damage.
i deliver a killer blow of 9999 to the head within seconds... dragon=
my friends receive same amount of exp as i do.... friend 1=
*click "Log In"* ... *computer hum*...
"Welcome to the World" sounds in Lathe's ears. The AR display over his eyes digitize into the view of the Chaos Gate in the Mac Anu. The rushing water of the river running through the center of town fills up the background noise of all the hustle and bustle of street merchants and other players rushing about their ways.
"I wonder if they ever stop to just enjoy this place?" Lathe thought to himself as he turned around to look at the rustic cityscape. He smirked to himself at the thought, realizing how foolish he must be in other people's eyes for logging in every once in a while just to listen to BGM.
The smirk on Lathe's face slowly disappeared as he remembered why he had taken leave from work for the afternoon just to log in. He opened his stats menu to confirm his progress from his last log in had saved. "Level 27? Check. HP 1597? Check. SP 1400? Check. How am I on items? 15 HP Potions. 10 Antidotes. 5 SP potions. Rai-Rom, Vak-Don, Juk-Rom, Gan-Zot, and Aku-Zot scrolls..." Lathe paused for a moment as his mind flashed to the BBS message he had read earlier that morning:
Name: Dragon King
Level: 30
HP: 9999
SP: 8888
Element: Fire, ???
Weakness: Water, ???
Resistance: Fire, Earth
Attacks: Claw Swipe, ???, ???, ???
Drops: ???
"I'm swapping those Vak and Gan scrolls... But for what? I don't need Rue scrolls..." A glint shimmers in his teal eyes as he realizes what he needs. "Perfect"
*several minutes later*
"Alright..." Lathe grips his wrist with his left hand, the sound oh his leather gloves gripping together ringing out. He then smirks and releases his wrist, using his hand now to spike back is sky blue hair. He swings his arms back, rustling up the bottom of his waist-length blue coat, revealing two hilts hidden underneath. He slides his left leg back, the matching blue pants concealing the tightening of his leg muscles as he prepares to lunge. "LET'S GO! Screaming Wind Sands, The Sea of Fate!" He shouts as he launches himself at the Chaos Gate. In mid-leap, three rune-carved golden rings surround his body and he dematerializes, warping to the land of the Dragon King.
*loading... loading... loading... loa-*
Lathe materializes in a arid plain at dusk. Off in the distance he sees two giant pillars connected by an earthen bridge. Pinned against the pillars are two giant skeletons. "Creepy..." He thought to himself. He shrugs the feeling off and checks his map. "This way." He tears off in to the east, away from the pillars. He finds the entrance to the dungeon, a stone enclosure that looks like a head swallowing all those who enter.
Lathe stepped in and down the stairs. He easily cleared out the first room of the dungeon. "Tsk. What's such a high powered monster doing in a level 17 dungeon?" He steps into the next room. There is only one monster portal. Behind the portal he spots a doorway with the symbol of the Gott Statue above the door. That same smirked played itself across Lathe's lips. "Iko..." he said his little mantra to himself under his breath. He stepped forward and triggered the portal.
The portal exploded open to reveal the massive dragon. Even while on all fours, the dragon was twice as tall as Lathe. Its grey, scaly skin seethed with a thin layer of slime. The dragon lurched up and spread its wings, creating the illusion of filling the entirety of the room. "ATTA BOY! Let's have some fun!" Lathe yelled at the beast. He dropped down into a squat, reached behind his back and up inside his coat and grabbed the hilts of his twin blades, drawing them and lunging at the Dragon King in the same motion.
The blades began to glow white as he raced to the creature. "Staccato!" Lathe flung himself at the beast, beginning an intricate dance, twirling and jumping back and forth quicker than the dragon could react. Ten hits landed before the dragon swung at Lathe with its massive front claw, knocking him back into the wall. "AH!" He yelled, sliding down the wall, but landing on his feet. "Well, I didn't expect it to be easy..." he said, wiping some blood from his mouth. He held both blades in one hand and put the other to his small pouch on his waste. A potion materialized from it.
Touching the cold bottle to his lips, he drank the potion down in one gulp. The wounds he just received dissolved into the air. He threw the bottle away and materialized something else from his pouch: a scroll. He threw it into the air, yelling "Speed Spell: Ap Do!" He returned his blades to their rightful hands, slashed the scroll, and absorbed the magic that exploded from it. He once again launched himself at the king of dragons, but with twice the quickness as before. He repeated his staccato, but the beast could not react at all this time. All twenty hits connected.
As Lathe landed from his last jumping twirl, he saw the dragon reaching back to swat at him again. This time though, the claw struck the wall and a brilliant red-orange flame ignited around it. It was then that Lathe realized that the coating of slime was actually oil and fat from past kills.
"This could hurt..." he thought to himself as the fire spread, engulfing the dragon. "Gotta do something..." He materialized another scroll, throwing it into the air above the beast. "Speed Spell: Dek Do!" He threw his blade at the scroll, tearing through it and releasing the magic over the dragon. The dragon's speed slowed to a crawl. Lathe leaped back just in time. The spell, with its shorter duration that the Ap Do spell, wore off, and the swing came roaring with full force, narrowly missing Lathe's head. The heat from the intense flames washed over him.
"I think you singed my eyebrows. Gotta keep my distance now! Mei Rue Zot!" Lathe aimed the hilt of the twin blade he didn't throw at the ground beneath the dragon. A blue circle of runes materialized. From the circle erupted giant spikes of ice. "I know your weakness, and unluckily for you, its the one element I specialize in." He smirked at the beast. "That really hurt, didn't it?" The roaring inferno that engulfed the dragon was now all but doused, with nothing but embers glowing around its body.
As Lathe watched the dragon tremble in anger, he noticed something on the dragon's back, glinting the light and causing him to smirk once again. "It's over." Lathe mused.
The beast stood again, filling the room, scraping the walls with its wings and claws, igniting its body once again. This time, fueled by its own rage, the inferno was twice as intense. "Do what you want. I've won this." He took out one more scroll, and clenched it in his free hand. He charged forward at the beast with his remaining twin blade forward. The beast reared its claw back to make one final blazing swipe.
Then, just as the dragon came forward onto his free front claw to slash at Lathe, Lathe threw the scroll down beneath himself "Wood Spell: Juk Rom!" A green runic circle spread out from where the scroll landed, and a miniature tornado sprung up beneath Lathe, doing a small amount of damage to himself, but launching him into the air above the dragon, evading the attack and putting him in position to launch the final strike.
Lathe pointed the hilt of his twin blade at the beast. "Mei Rue Rom!" A whirlpool of water launched from the hilt, dousing the dragons fire again, and causing it to be pinned to the floor. Lathe then spotted the target of his final attack, the object that was glinting earlier: his other blade, which had punctured the dragon's back after he threw it. It was standing up-right between the wing blades. Lathe took aim to launch one final spell.
Blue mana began to congregate around the hilt oh his twin blade. He grasped his wrist with his free hand to steady his aim. "Pha Rue Don!" Lathe yelled, launching his most powerful spell. A giant ball of water launched itself from Lathe's sword, hurdling right for the other blade. They met. The ball of water drove the blade in deeper while exploding on contact, dousing the beast with a cascade of rushing water.
Lathe landed just as the beast gave a final cry and fell over, its body completely grey and lifeless. The body digitized and disappear. Lathe walked over and picked up his sword. "That was fun." He smiled.
He headed to the door, and opened it to reveal the giant stone Gott Statue, hovering over a pit, supported by golden rings. Before it stood the treasure chest. Lathe walked over, and opened the chest, causing the golden rings to disappear and the Gott Statue to fall.
Lathe peered inside the chest to find...