100 HP
MAX HP
60 EN
MAX EN
There was little that Emil could honestly do to help conceal himself and his teammates as they made their way. Perhaps if he were a higher level, he could mask their scent with smoke or create something to aid the tendrils already dancing into the sky from their previously failed explosive venture. Outside of that, he could only keep up with the scout and this new woman they were aiding while he kept his head down and hoped that his shoes didn’t make too much noise.
He was agitated and most of his brain was contemplating just exiting the game and not finishing the mission. This wasn’t how he had envisioned this whole thing to go and for that, he was in a sour mood. He kept his mouth shut and his attention on the NPCs. Briefly, he’d glance at the others, his eyes hard as boulders as he committed their faces to memory.
This wasn’t to say that he didn’t aid in destroying the forge that they were going through. Finding a pile of untreated metal sword, Emil activated his burning hands ability, wincing and hissing as the flames licked at his flesh before jumping toward the swords. Using what little strength he had, he bent the metal swords, making sure that they wouldn’t be able to be used in battle.
Sabotage
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61 + 10 = 71
Progress: 165 / 400