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Taka the Lovable Poet: Level 13 - 30% Exp - 3200 Col
Failure is Necessary to Succeed
Failure is Necessary to Succeed
Taka felt like he couldn't move his muscles in the slightest bit as the girl dragged him away. He looked up to her and flashed a smile. "Thank you, m'lady, but I'll be alright." He gestured to her blade. "I like your taste in weapon. I can relate to it." He gestured to Poetic Justice. The blade was very much like her Buster Blade, if not a bit shorter. "I can stand, thank you." He slowly pushed himself up. His legs shook a great deal, but eventually he regained his composure. "Now, it's time to finish this, isn't it?" He grinned and lifted Poetic Justice up to waist level. "The human body is an extraordinary thing, but the human mind is different. It tells you what you can, and can't, do. It gives you the 'limitations.' But you see, madam, one could do absolutely ANYTHING if you put yourself through the pain." He smiled and looked to the group attacking. The strange helmeted man, Turnip, had a rather interesting weapon, a self retrieving throwing-axe. Taka couldn't help but laugh. He was such an interesting man!
Taka looked once more at the girl and smiled. "I'm not going to sit back and watch." With that, he burst into full sprint, running towards Ilfang with a new, firey passion in his eyes. "I CARRY THE WILL OF SNAKE AND HAWK!" He roared with fury and drove the tip of the blade into the ground, propelling himself into the air. He ended up landing one of the shoulders of the beast, and noticed the lack of a helmet that had previously been there. I have to get a shot in! He smirked and looked around. Everyone was running around dealing damage to Ilfang. There's no way he can hold out much longer. He managed to duck a flinging arm. All the Bard could feel was pain. He was pushing himself too far! He gritted his teeth and muttered. "I can't give up!" With that, he took Poetic Justice in both hands and brought it straight above his head. The beast was thrashing about, so Taka was struggling to hold on. Damn it! Stay on target! Stay on target! A voice appeared in his head. Use the Force, Taka. Hebi? Obi-Wan? Nah. It's probably Hebi. "FOR HEBI!" He took his rage from the death of his friend, albeit it was long ago, and brought the blade crashing down on the monster's head. He slammed the blade down two or three more times before he tired out again. The next thing he knew, he caught a backhand to the face, causing him to go flying.
Funny...The Hawk is flying. He would have chuckled, but he couldn't feel his face. He positioned himself to where he would land on his back, and not on his face.. Not a moment too soon. Taka hit the ground, and hit the ground hard. He slid back a few feet and finally came to a skidding halt. He stood up, obviously in great pain, and looked to the boss. It couldn't hold on forever. Their constant attacks would surely bring him down. He leaned against a wall and smirked. "We'll be out of here sooner or later. A glorious song and poem shall come of this!" With that, he rushed forward once again and leapt into the air. "We got this!" He brought his sword, now glowing green, down to the earth, causing a small chasm to open up under the boss. Taka couldn't see the results of it, as he caught yet another back-hand across the face. He skidded back yet again, and looked to find his health at 10%. Damn. He almost got me. He stood up shakily and looked around. Everyone was taking hits. There's no way in hell we'll make it out of here... He spotted the white-haired player, as well as the hooded and helmeted ones. And...a little girl...Curiouser and curiouser...She seemed to be the one who took off the Kobold Lord's helmet. Bits and pieces of his armour were coming off. They would have him soon!
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