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Well, this fight was going pretty in their favor i would say. Kel was able to knock the behemoth into the air somehow. That was a pretty impressive feat. Then again, this guy had strength to rival Karina. He was just less "I dun need no stinkin other stats" about it. If they could keep up this, the thing wouldn't last long at all. Just a little bit longer. In fact, he'd say free wily cat the slamjamoth was just about halfway dead. He was about to go attack when suddenly out of nowhere, he stopped. He....He had to pee. That brought back memories. Memories of when Ananta needed to pee in came- GASP!

"The peasant. At the diner....He didn't pay his check."

He began having a flashback when- GASP

"Nequa took the sword of honor along with Excalibur. That means that she seems to be going around collecting legendary swords. If she's collected two already, then there's no telling what others she's collected. What's worse, what she could be using them for. That makes it all the more important that we get back Excalibur from her. Although, trying to do it now would be suicide. She kicked our asses in the last fight, and from what i hear, she's got a few buddies who are just as strong as she is. What do you say we work on that mark of mastery after this?" Beuce offered to Kel.

However, He was interrupted by a blast of energy to the back. A surveillance robot had shot fair bit smaller version of the massive laser he'd seen previously. The attack still hurt quite a bit, but wasn't fatal. Yet, anyways. There seemed to be two or three more converging on him. He cast aero on himself to save him from most of the damage with a protective barrier of wind, but by the time he came out of it, his clothes were in tatters. He cast cure to avert the injuries, but the damage to his wardrobe was the same. "Man...this was my favorite coat." And on that note, he hopped on board the stripper bandwagon. He ripped off his coat and shirt, leaving him in just his pants and shoes. And....uh...He ate a strawberry sundae or...something. Anyway the guy was shirtless and all the heartless were disintegrated from his sheer sexiness. Yup. That's what happened. In fact, that was how he spent his 11 of his BP. The behemoth heartless was injured before the might of his sexy.

His next action was done for a few reasons. Number 1, Karina was being all depressed and suicidal-y and that was just a buzzkill on any day. Second, her sheer angry might condense into some kind of like green lantern fist and fly at them and hit their behemoth, but most of all, she be jacking his swagger and making references. At least when he did it it was in character! "Hey Kel, come here for a minute." He said, calling over the other one fighting alongside him. He aimed his keyblade at her, and launched a fireball. Flying through the air, it landed right against her backside and exploded. Quickly, he turned around and looked busy fighting. Totally inconspicious, unlike that kel over there who was still staring! God, that meant he had been staring at her ass, what a pervert! Like, who even did tha....Beuce totally gave himself away by turning around and getting distracted staring at her ass. Well, it was certainly hot. *rimshot* No but seriously he's going to die now.

600 words: 283 total exp

11 damage to Behemoth
10 damage to Karina

Spoiler: North side

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 158/300)
Karina: 1/1 (31.5/41.5, i know she's not actually on the north side but she's probably pissed off at it now.)
Red Nocturnes: 21/25
Blue Rhapsody: 17/25
Yellow Opera: 14/25
Green Requiem: 15/25
Shadow: CLEAR
Soldier: CLEAR
Large body: 15/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 11/15
Surveillance robots: 30/35

The general sat across from his assistant. They were in a chain coffee shop you could find on any corner. Buckstars, as it was called. He never knew why they decided to name it that, but at least their products were decent. Sipping his double mocha frappuccino latte, he listened to the message which had come from the director. Honestly, he had never trusted the director much. Of course he'd never expressed this distrust. His job likely depended on it. Not that he liked it much. "Do you have to add on the title? Can't just call me Quinn?" He requested. He always had hated formalities. Yet, he was promoted time and time again until he was one rank below the director himself. He knew he excelled past his classmates...But was he really THAT skilled? He himself had never thought so.

And that's when the man across the cafe let out a confused sound. Sighing, Quinn just held out his hand and curled his fingers twice. "Give it here." He said casually, as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. In all honesty, at this point it wasn't. She was always getting herself into trouble. It was his job to keep her in check, but to be honest he didn't mind it himself. It kept things from the mundane routine. Nothing ever happened in the city. Although, with this Mila person, that may change. "Send a reply to the director. Tell him I'll handle the situation personally." He'd see how dangerous she was for himself. Then he'd decide exactly how much of a need to bring her in there was.

Fairly sure that's one of those "Prophetic dreams about destiny".

Kel had done a great job at damaging the behemoth. It was a strong hit, and left a visible wound on the creature. "Good going Kel, keep up attacks like that and this thing will be steak in no time!" Although the downside to that was that the behemoth was now incredibly pissed off at the unfortunate blue haired wielder. It began charging up an energy orb similar to the one it had used earlier, only this time they were going to stop it before the fact. "Oh no you don't!" Leaping up onto the back of the enormous heartless, he tossed a strike raid which skidded up onto the horn, leaving a rather nasty wound in the back as well. It groaned at the pain, but kept charging up the energy orb. He grabbed the keyblade as it flew back on it's return path and fired off a few offensive spells at the horn. Finally, he reached melee range. Delivering one more combo to the horn was enough to throw it off and cause it to kneel over, granting easy access to its weakest point.

At this point, Beuce decided to take to the ground once more. He knew from past experience that being atop the behemoth would only result in him being thrown off, something he'd like to avoid. "Now's our chance!" Gathering together some of the power which had gathered once more in his heart, he empowered his keyblade and ran forward, charging the giant purple heartless. Slash after slash, cut after cut, he unleashed a long flurry of attacks onto the beast. His wrath of the warrior limit had taken a fairly large chunk out of the creature's stamina. Once again, it stood up in a sudden and almost jerking motion. The same as before, it let out a roar and bolts of nigh unavoidable energy shot down upon them. Only this time, they had the Cheshire cat. The light around Beuce and Kel condensed into a rather large teacup which absorbed them into it and raced around the area in seemingly random directions. The good thing about this is that they avoided the attack through it. The bad thing is that they would have to gain a bearing on their new location before the enemy did, or else they run the risk of losing advantage.

Beuce could feel the power of the cheshire cat waning. There was no way it would last the entire rest of the battle. In fact, if he had to guess, he'd say it would last about as long as this behemoth would. They'd both be out of the picture at the same time give or take. Regardless of if it expired a minute from now or years later, he needed to get back into focus. The behemoth seemed to have caught back onto his location, and didn't exactly plan on leaving him alone. A massive hoof struck Beuce in the chest and sent him flying back. Full deck didn't activate and save him that time, and he took the full brunt of the attack. Coughing and gasping to regain the air in his lungs, he looked over next to where he had landed and found he was next to Kel. "I'm gonna pay it back for that. I'm sure you've taken plenty of hits to do the same. What do you say we team rush him huh?" Rising back to his feet, he re-summoned his keyblade. "Guard while the other attacks, switch out, repeat. Just like in Camelot." He said with a smirk, referencing back to their fight with Gilgamesh where their team had exceptional teamwork which ended up leading to their victory. He and Kel in particular worked together well in a melee battle. If the two of them just worked together and attacked in tandem, the behemoth and any other heartless they encountered would prove no match for them.

"Let's do this."

(Social link go!)

Friendship Level for Kel increased!

★★★★★★★★★★ ---> ★★★★★★★★★★

654 words
total exp: 243

Spoiler: North Side

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 191/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 17/25
Yellow Opera: 14/25
Green Requiem: 20/25
Shadow: 0/60
Soldier: 16/30
Large body: 15/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 11/15
Surveilance robots: 30/35

There it was. He had thrown one of his weapons, and left himself with only one. The opening was brief, and would only last for a second, but it was indeed an opening. Using the skintight darkness on his body to move himself at a much faster than normal rate, he flew at Gexln. The dark claws on his hands were poised to strike. Using his superior speed, he would strike, then be in another place altogether, and strike once more. Finally, it seemed as though he were going for a full frontal assault, when he vanished. The sound of a crackling fire could be heard behind Gexln's head as a dark firaga was held up to it. "Can you not salvage victory, even knowing what will happen?"

OOC: don't have time to post more than this at the moment. Will post the rest later. ​

Due to the effects of the "i'm late" effect of mad world, Beuce sat there for a moment, frozen in time. Beuce finally unfroze from the stopping effect, finding that he had been hit at least twice by book masters. He winced at the damage dealt to him. The effects of mad world could potentially either turn the tides of a fight in your favor rather efficiently, or doom you to certain defeated. So far, it seemed to be fairly even with Beuce. The two book masters which had attacked him wouldn't live to regret doing so. He charged forward, deflecting a few fireballs with his keyblade, then cast gravity just a moment before reaching it. While it was floating up in the air, it was a perfect target for an assault. His keyblade began cloaking itself in an icy mist, He bent his knees, and struck down on the helpless scholarly heartless which floated in the air. It spun back, taking great damage, yet it was far from over. Leaving an icy afterimage from where he stood on the ground, he seemingly teleported back into the air behind it and slashed down again. For the third time, he appeared above the heartless and delivered the third strike of the aerial ice technique. Vanishing into a puff of black smoke, the book master was defeated.

However, he couldn't just keep fighting on his own. His ally seemed to need help. Dear lord man, The behemoth jumped over the ice on the floor like some kind of free willy cat! My god...Kel needed to be saved from this horrible monstrosity, the behemoth was about to land on him and crush him like Karina crushed Kross' hp (shots fired). However, he was in luck. Beuce was in his area. Using Zantetsuken,Beuce vanished from all sight due to the immeasurably fast speed at which he was moving. He stopped directly in front of Kel, cherry blossoms flowing in the wind around him as he appeared, and it seemed as though he would push him out of the way, but instead he simply stood there and raised his hand above him. The shadow of the behemoth lumbered over them, at this rate they'd both be crushed. Yet still, he just stood there. Around him gathered a dense black and red aura, collecting into what was almost an armor rolling off of him into the shapes of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades. The massive hoof plowed down onto the two wielders, but it was stopped. Stopped in its tracks by nothing but his bare hand. Pushing up, he shoved the massive heartless back. It stumbled, looking confused that a keyblade wielder was able to block the entirety of its weight with nothing but a single hand.

"Come on Kel, Let's get him back for trying that." He said, motioning for Kel to join him in an all out assault on the monster. Beginning the attack, he sprinted forward. The echo of his boots rang out from the impact with the marble. The various magical based heartless fired spell after spell at him, yet he shrugged all of them off as though they weren't even there. The incredibly powerful defense this aura gave him was awe inspiring indeed. He leaped into the air as light condensed around him, forming a protective shield of hexagons. With a massive blow, he slammed his fist into the creature's face. It stumbled back, roaring in pain from the attack. Landing back on the ground, he looked at Kel, waiting for him to make his move against the behemoth.

total exp: 213

Spoiler: North Side

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 234/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 18/25
Yellow Opera: 14/25
Green Requiem: 20/25
Shadow: 3/60
Soldier: 18/30
Large body: 15/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 12/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35

Beuce, being the one who summoned the cat in the first place, was the being most afflicted by the effects of the mad world. The purplish light gathered around Beuce. It seemed that the satanic cat was making its base of operations Beuce's body. This wasn't a pleasant experience, but it would certainly step up his game in the fight. The "possession" (or possibly, it was just the effects of the mad world itself, and the cheshire cat wasn't actually taking control of his body at all. Who was to say?) His ordinarily green eyes took on a pink and purple hue, and lines of a similar color spread all throughout his body. The light of the mad world seemed thicker around him, as though he were its source. With the cat possessing him for the moment, he may as well have been. He grinned with the face of a completely and utterly sane man. Two heartless of a variety which had yet to enter the battle attacked him. They seemed almost like scholar themed heartless, with hats, robes, and a massive book which was likely their main form of attack.Unfortunately for them, the power of literature wouldn't save them from the foe that they were about to engage in combat.

One of them launched a series of fireballs at Beuce in three bursts, the first containing a single spell, the second two, and the third one a trio of fireballs, while the other came in close and attempted to strike him with the book and send him flying closer to the behemoth. The one which got close didn't know what was coming for it. Slamming the book onto the ground, it tried to damage its opponent, but the next thing it knew, Beuce jumped overtop of the attack and landed on the book. A boot struck it in the face and it was kicked back into the other bookmaster, with its only weapon pinned to the ground by Beuce's foot. He kicked it into the air to intercept the rapidly advancing fireballs which the first bookmaster launched at him. After accomplishing its job, the book floated back to its owner. Those two were wary of advancing on this man recklessly, but before they knew it, he charged at them. The symbol of a rabbit and a pocket watch briefly flared up in the light around him, with the hands moving incredibly fast. When he hit the heartless' location, the fight began.

And as the fight began, it was over just like that. He leaped into the air, weapon coated in a dark poisonous miasma, once again using poison edge as he had with the large body earlier in the fight, and struck down at the heartless, slaying it on the spot. Then, he ran the weapon through the second heartless which didn't have time to react, stabbing his spellbinder keyblade into its chest. If you hadn't been watching closely, you'd have sworn these attacks were entirely simultaneous. The two pink hearts floated into the air, signifying that two enemies had been slain. The power the mad world could grant...Few would be able to really stand against it, but as it could grant power, it could take it away. The same rabbit and pocket watch symbol appeared in the light once again, only this time the hands were moving incredibly slow. The first time it happened, He had been able to move incredibly fast. This time, he stood completely still, as though he were a statue. Even while he was in this state, the mad world's effects were still taking place. A large axe with the tip in the shape of a club materialized above the behemoth and struck down on the horn.

words:616
Exp this post: 30
total: 183

Spoiler: north side

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 245/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 18/25
Yellow Opera: 25/25
Green Requiem: 20/25
Shadow: 6/60
Soldier: 18/30
Large body: 16/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 13/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35

Anyone who wants to add more length to their posts can have the Cheshire cat doing things in their battle. I made it cover all four entrances for that reason.

It was good that Anora had managed to take out a few of the magic heartless. They were making a pretty serious dent in their forces. At this rate, the behemoths would be all that was left. He intended to make that happen. Speaking of the behemoth, that energy orb attack it had been charging up seemed to have come to its finish. Raising its head, it threw the orb up into the air, which broken into various smaller versions of it and spread out over the area. They weren't too fast, so with a roll to the side, he managed to avoid the energy attack. Looking around, the shadows were a fraction of what they were to begin with. Maybe he should bump up their casualty rate just a bit.

If the majority of the heartless were the weaker variety, then he may as well do what he could to finish them off. Beuce took a deep breath, looking around at all the various heartless. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them, it was as though the weakest points on each heartless were painted with a bull's eye. He raced through. The shadows may as well have been standing still for all the good trying to dodge did them. One right after another, they fell, slain by Beuce's Keyblade. He had used a skill he recalled as being named Magnify. It exposed the weaknesses and made his skills severely more powerful. The sounds of heartless vanishing were severely raising in frequency. By the time he got to the other side of the north end, only seven shadows remained. Beuce made a "tch" sound with his tongue. He hadn't gotten all of them. Maybe....He needed some help.

"Welcome to the mad house folks! We'll see how our luck favors today, shall we?!" Beuce yelled out as a purple light emitted from the tip of his keyblade. It spread over the area, until finally it began to dim out and fade.

"I couldn't agree more. We're all mad here. But which of us is the maddest? Why, Me of course." From seemingly nowhere, a familiar voice called out. Followed by it was the appearance of a cat's head, then a purple and pink striped body standing on top of it. It was one of the oddest sights many would ever see, but Beuce was used to it by this point. This cat...It could be either a great help, or completely dick all of us over. It stood up and placed its head atop its neck.

"Alright, no skimping out here. We need everything we can get from you." Beuce commanded. His voice was serious. He began to glow with a golden light, offering up the power his heart had collected over the course of the fight.

"Oh? Well well, you're a chancy one. Heads will roll for sure, and the fight will be done. But will it be yours in end?" The cat taunted coyly. It held outs its paw, and Beuce in turn held out his arm. The claws of the Cheshire Cat raked along his forearm, causing blood to drip. The golden light from his body all collected in his arm, running down it as the cat's paw traced his arm with his claws. The power transferred over from Beuce into the mischievous cat (possibly of demonic origins, i dunno). It gave an enormous grin and faded out, until only the eyes and mouth were left visible. "The deal is sealed. No turning back now." The face and mouth too faded out into invisibility. The entire library, all four areas, dimmed into a dark purple light.

"Sit tight. Show's about to start."

618 words
30 exp
Total 143

Spoiler: North End

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 268/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 18/25
Yellow Opera: 25/25
Green Requiem: 20/25
Shadow: 6/60
Soldier: 18/30
Large body: 16/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 15/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35

Did i ever tell you the BP values of the heartless?

What did you kill in your last post?

Beuce gulped down the contents of the bottle quickly, and the pain began to ease. "Thanks. You're a life saver." He exhaled, then stood up straight once again. He felt pretty good after that potion. "That's one way to go about it. The smaller heartless are big in number, but don't take much at all to actually take down. So, on one hand we could plow through those, then end close in on the biggest one. Although, the behemoths are the heaviest hitters. It could be a good idea to get that out of the way so we have less damage being shelled out to us. Either way we go could work roughly evenly. Either way...This is going to take a pretty damn long time." Beuce explained. It didn't really matter which heartless they took out first, just as long whatever it was, they were all focusing it. If they could do that, the waves would thin out quick enough. Since they seemed to want to take out the smaller heartless, that's where they'd start.

Since most of his skill commands were on cool down, he needed to pretty much just use basic attacks on them for the moment. He ran through, slashing and killing a soldier which seemed to be far less tanky than the last one. Go figure. Rolling past a large body, he slashed its back. Jumping back, he avoided a swipe from the massive hand. He parried and countered each consecutive strike, until finally he jumped into the air and kicked off of the large body's face. Spinning into an upside down position, he reached out and grabbed one of the heartless nearby. He'd seen these things in action, and if he could manage to use that himself, it'd be really handy. If he could get through that blubber defense with a strike raid, I'm pretty sure he could get through it with a giant "fuck you" laser. Yep, that's right, this was a surveillance robot that he grabbed.

Propping open the mouth, a massive beam of energy sprung forth from it, immediately disintegrating the large body as though it had never been there in the first place. He attempted to use it to take out some nearby shadows in the area, but only one was actually hit. Apparently they could melt into the ground like some kind of shadow or something. "....Ohhh THAT'S why they're called shadows!" He exclaimed. Apparently, that had never actually occurred to him. His lack of understanding the names of heartless aside, Beuce threw the smaller one which had produced the laser to the side, having been finished with it. On to the next wave i suppose. Hopefully some of his commands would be ready this time.

However, the behemoth didn't seem to be just standing there anymore. He knelt over, and began charging a large orb of energy between its tusks. That...did not look good. If this attack hit, it would probably hurt. "Its last attack was pretty hard to dodge because it came out of nowhere. This one gives warning signs. Be ready to dodge when it hits." He said, attempting to lead his portion of the group to victory over the heartless.

610
exp this post: 30
total: 113

Spoiler: North end list

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 279/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 25/25
Yellow Opera: 25/25
Green Requiem: 25/25
Shadow: 33/60
Soldier: 21/30
Large body: 17/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 15/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35

Beuce ran at the behemoth yet again. However, since he was on the ground this time, other heartless stood in his path. So, they didn't like him wailing on their behemoth buddy did they? Well too bad! One of them was fat, so therefore they all had to die. Beuce punched a soldier which jumped at him and performed a sweeping kick to knock back a shadow. Throwing his keyblade over, it cleaved through a shadow as it spun, whirling through the air and making an audible sound as the wind parted by its path. Eventually it collided with a large body. Given his experience, he expected the attack to simply bounce off of the creature's belly, but instead he got a pleasant surprise. It tore right through its deflective girth and damaged the thing. While it was in the air, Beuce made good use of his free hands. The soldier he had earlier struck was pounced onto and kicked into the air. Performing a mock vorpal blitz, he leaped into the air. His hand was coated in an icy aura, strengthening its power. With a heavy blow, his open fist collided with the unfortunate creature's face and drug it plummeting back down to the ground. Upon slamming into the floor, its body bounced upward from the impact, but its head was held in place by the keyblade wielder's grip. The last little bit of its health was rended from it by a Fira being shot point blank into its face.

A small pink heart floated into the sky shortly before vanishing. Without getting out of the position, he simply held out his left hand and let his keyblade return to his palm from the strike raid. That had consumed roughly 4 bp and accomplished taking out a soldier and a shadow, but it was flashy. Standing back up, the large body he had struck with the keyblade began jumping up and down in a fit of rage. In fact, it was so pissed off it was glowing with sheer rage. That might have been intimidating had it not been that an obese heartless was waddle jumping and Beuce had heard them referred to as "muffin men" before. The sight was almost laughable. And by almost laughable i mean exactly that except without the almost. He let out a small chuckle before being bum rushed into the wall. "Okay...ow." From the looks of things, the heartless just stood there looking confused for a moment. Not the brightest. As Beuce got up to make a counterattack, he winced at the pain. He may have hit hard, but he could take a hit to save his life. Which in most cases the ability to take a hit would in fact accomplish just that purpose. Eh, can't be a master at everything.

He came round two. The large body slapped its belly and began charging at Beuce again. This time, he was prepared to counter it. Waiting for the opportune moment, he charged up a skill in his hand. A dark purple smog manifested itself in the center of his palm, which he then proceeded to transmit to his weapon via a slow stroke along the blade of it. His weapon now completely cloaked in a dark miasma, he thrust the keyblade forward, directly into the gut of the large heartless which had attacked him. The two stood there for a moment, seemingly frozen in the clash, not knowing who won. Finally, a "prcghwoo" sound was heard, and the sound of metal clanging against stone echoed as his keyblade hit the floor. "A little help here?" He said, then let out what seemed like a strenuous cough. He needed one of his allies to heal him.

Words: 624
Post: 30 exp
Total: 83 exp

Spoiler: North end list

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 279/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 25/25
Yellow Opera: 25/25
Green Requiem: 25/25
Shadow: 38/60
Soldier: 29/30
Large body: 19/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 15/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35

So far so good. He had just made a massive cleave in the shadow population, but those behemoths were the real threat. If they weren't taken down, then there wasn't much hope for the mission. Well...May as well start from the top...Charging into what would undoubtedly be a grueling battle, Beuce kicked off the fight with a Fira spell. The burning orb of magical power flew through the air, crackling and smoking as it did so. Finally it slammed against the glowing horn with a mid-sized explosion. The behemoth roared rather loudly, shaking the ground as it did so. It didn't seem to like that. Maybe he should do it again! Running up, Beuce climbed onto the beast's arm and did a flip onto its back. Well, he was in a pretty good position to attack. The horn almost seemed to have a barrier around it, but judging from the effect of the Fira spell, he could assume that either it was only a physical barrier, or wasn't actually a barrier at all so much as just looked like one. Only one way to find out. He struggled to keep his balance atop the flailing monster. He held firm and made his way up to the forehead of the heartless.

A few of the ground heartless attempted to make an attack on him, but they didn't seem to be able to make the same trip up onto the heartless' body. They would have been rather annoying if they were constantly attacking him while he was trying to bring this thing down. "Alright, lets do this!"

It didn't seem that he could be hurt overly much while riding the behemoth. That was good to know. It made it even more of a tactical position. Bringing down a hard strike on the horn, a large chip flew out of it. There goes the whole barrier theory. Slashing again over and over, the behemoth thrashed and wailed in pain until finally the light faded from the horn and it knelt over, making it all the more vulnerable to attack. If Beuce thought that it was dead (which he was kinda hoping for, to be honest), he was wrong. As he laid into it, slashing over and over again, until finally all at one the behemoth stood back up, throwing Beuce from the back and letting out an ear shattering roar. Followed by it was a bolt of highly concentrated energy that shot down from the sky. Beuce grunted at the pain of being hit by the attack. As it was over, he began panting. "Ouch. That wasn't very nice. I'll have to pay you back for that!" He charged forward at the monster, attempting to repeat the process. Hopefully someone would heal him too.

EXP:
This post: 23
Total: 53

Spoiler: North end list

Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 279/300)
Red Nocturn: 25/25
Blue Rhapsody: 25/25
Yellow Opera: 25/25
Green Requiem: 25/25
Shadow: 39/60
Soldier: 30/30
Large body: 20/20
Trick ghost: 30/30
Book master: 15/15
Surveilance robots: 35/35