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Cojack stared in awe as the section of the wall came crumbling to the ground. The wall was their protection. It marked the line between humans and monsters. Now, this section of it lay in ruin. Cojack had to shield his eyes as the bits of dust and rock flew up into the air, obscuring his vision of the invading monsters. When he could see through the debris again, he was met with a sight of pure terror. The smallest monster he could see was a grade 3, and even those were at least 9 feet long. This fight would not be an easy one, no sir. There were so many monsters, more than Cojack had ever seen in one spot. They were massive, they were terrifying, and they would destroy anything in their path. Unless of course, someone stood in their path. The red dragoon decided that someone would be him.
Cojack nocked an arrow and drew the string, aiming for one of the grade 3 monsters. He felt his muscles strain against the powerful bow, the draw strength much higher than most other archers of the time were used to. However, Cojack had almost 13 years of experience with the weapon, and had grown to enjoy the heavy bow. With the arrow fully pulled back and pointed at the enemy, he fired the shot. The steel-tipped arrow streaked through the air at phenomenal speeds, finding its mark in the ackachith's shoulder. The creature screeched as Cojack grabbed his next arrow, the muscles repeating the same motions he'd practiced over and over. With the arrow drawn back once again, he fired his second shot and ended the beast's screeching, the second arrow finding its way to the monster's throat. Cojack quickly found a new target, a scalehound, and put a third arrow through the monster's skull. He gave a bit of a smile as he nocked a fourth arrow, aiming the steel tip at another grade 3. With a short yelp, that ackachith fell as well, Cojack's arrow protruding from its neck.
With his fifth arrow nocked, a raipoluth charged the building he stood on. Cojack quickly leapt to a nearby building, his massive legs propelling him from rooftop to rooftop. The wood of the roof groaned under Cojack's weight, but it held him. Cojack quickly spun around as the grade 4 monster plowed through the building, sending splinters of wood and debris flying through the air. Cojack loosed his fifth arrow, which only barely missed the raipoluth's eye as it lifted its head from the pile of splintered wood that used to be a building. The hard skull of the creature shattered the arrow on impact, leaving just the tip of it embedded in the monster's skin.
With no more arrows in his hand, Cojack quickly put his bow back into his quiver and drew his massive sword, another motion he had practiced over and over. The raipoluth gave a bellow and charged Cojack again, its head lowered as it hurled its weight towards the relatively fragile structure. Just before it hit the building, Cojack leapt straight up, watching the best plow through the building. Cojack's fall wouldn't land him directly on the monster's back as he had hoped, but it would get him close. The dragoon used the momentum of his fall to add to the strength of his sword strike. His blade missed the monster's spine, but it did embed itself into the creature's back. The creature screeched in pain as Cojack hit the ground, its head lifting from the wreckage as the dragoon rolled underneath the beast. With his massive blade stuck in the monster's back, he was forced to use one of his smaller blades to shove up into the raipoluth's underbelly. He was both surprised and happy to find that the creature's stomach was soft, and he found himself able to easily drag the sword in a long cut up the monster's body.
The monster gave a final bellow as it fell, its body landing on top of the dragoon. With a grunt, Cojack was able to throw the corpse off of him, but not before he ended up drenched in the creature's blood. He pulled his massive blade from the dead creature's back, the metal coming loose with a loud squelching noise. He put the blade back in its sheathe and was about to do the same with his smaller sword when three grade 3 creatures began approaching him. Cojack quickly backed himself into an alley, forcing the monsters to attack him one at a time, and making them unable to flank him. With his back pressed to a building, he drew his other one handed sword and dropped into a defensive stance. He swapped the blade in his left hand to a backhand grip, its blade still dripping with the blood of the grade 4. The blade in his right was held at the ready as one of the three monsters charged down the alley. With a bellow, Cojack swung his sword at the beast as it leapt at him, wishing he had someone to draw the other two away so he had a bit of time between attacks.
Cojack nocked an arrow and drew the string, aiming for one of the grade 3 monsters. He felt his muscles strain against the powerful bow, the draw strength much higher than most other archers of the time were used to. However, Cojack had almost 13 years of experience with the weapon, and had grown to enjoy the heavy bow. With the arrow fully pulled back and pointed at the enemy, he fired the shot. The steel-tipped arrow streaked through the air at phenomenal speeds, finding its mark in the ackachith's shoulder. The creature screeched as Cojack grabbed his next arrow, the muscles repeating the same motions he'd practiced over and over. With the arrow drawn back once again, he fired his second shot and ended the beast's screeching, the second arrow finding its way to the monster's throat. Cojack quickly found a new target, a scalehound, and put a third arrow through the monster's skull. He gave a bit of a smile as he nocked a fourth arrow, aiming the steel tip at another grade 3. With a short yelp, that ackachith fell as well, Cojack's arrow protruding from its neck.
With his fifth arrow nocked, a raipoluth charged the building he stood on. Cojack quickly leapt to a nearby building, his massive legs propelling him from rooftop to rooftop. The wood of the roof groaned under Cojack's weight, but it held him. Cojack quickly spun around as the grade 4 monster plowed through the building, sending splinters of wood and debris flying through the air. Cojack loosed his fifth arrow, which only barely missed the raipoluth's eye as it lifted its head from the pile of splintered wood that used to be a building. The hard skull of the creature shattered the arrow on impact, leaving just the tip of it embedded in the monster's skin.
With no more arrows in his hand, Cojack quickly put his bow back into his quiver and drew his massive sword, another motion he had practiced over and over. The raipoluth gave a bellow and charged Cojack again, its head lowered as it hurled its weight towards the relatively fragile structure. Just before it hit the building, Cojack leapt straight up, watching the best plow through the building. Cojack's fall wouldn't land him directly on the monster's back as he had hoped, but it would get him close. The dragoon used the momentum of his fall to add to the strength of his sword strike. His blade missed the monster's spine, but it did embed itself into the creature's back. The creature screeched in pain as Cojack hit the ground, its head lifting from the wreckage as the dragoon rolled underneath the beast. With his massive blade stuck in the monster's back, he was forced to use one of his smaller blades to shove up into the raipoluth's underbelly. He was both surprised and happy to find that the creature's stomach was soft, and he found himself able to easily drag the sword in a long cut up the monster's body.
The monster gave a final bellow as it fell, its body landing on top of the dragoon. With a grunt, Cojack was able to throw the corpse off of him, but not before he ended up drenched in the creature's blood. He pulled his massive blade from the dead creature's back, the metal coming loose with a loud squelching noise. He put the blade back in its sheathe and was about to do the same with his smaller sword when three grade 3 creatures began approaching him. Cojack quickly backed himself into an alley, forcing the monsters to attack him one at a time, and making them unable to flank him. With his back pressed to a building, he drew his other one handed sword and dropped into a defensive stance. He swapped the blade in his left hand to a backhand grip, its blade still dripping with the blood of the grade 4. The blade in his right was held at the ready as one of the three monsters charged down the alley. With a bellow, Cojack swung his sword at the beast as it leapt at him, wishing he had someone to draw the other two away so he had a bit of time between attacks.