An entire country of creatures that wanted to kill him, now that wasn't hard to believe. Even the creatures of this land, although they were aggressive, it wasn't that hard to get about them. Creatures attacked when they were in need of prey, when they were threaten or when they were provoked-- creatures were easy to see through. They weren't just mindless things, although he was aware that some might actually see them as such. They were better than people though, they were what they were. Yes an animal could be corrupted by a person, but the basic DNA was still there. Though the other man had said that it was creatures wanting to kill him-- it made him wonder what he had done to them for them to want to see that goal through. Then again he wouldn't have been against wanting to kill the man too. If he had pulled the same little trick with the creatures as he had with him-- he didn't blame the creatures. He would have been rooting for the creatures rather than for another member of his own race. He didn't see things in the means of race loyalty and the likes. If a person was useful, he would be more inclined to want to go along with said person's ideas. If not, than he could care less. The man before him was useful. He could control magic, and it was because of him that he saw his own weakness. Weakness... he hated being weak. Enough power to kill at any time-- jeez just rub it in. The guy wondered why he hated people and preferred the beasts of the land-- that was exactly why. Even the strongest beast wouldn't brag that they could kill someone-- they simply just would. It wasn't just a tease at death with a beast, but with a person they would simply tease someone. The more he thought about it , this man reminded him of Rudger. No, he wasn't Rudger though-- the reason was because he wasn't afraid of him. This world was a place he could get away from it all. 'You're safe' it was a single thought that went through his mind. He could die here ,sure, but he didn't think it would be too bad to truly die here. His mind might have gone off on its own track, but he was still listening. He just seemed quiet , and something told him that the man would prefer this. Though he should be happy with it until he would open his mouth and speak once more. So the hell hound was summoned, it would make sense. Yet another reminder that he couldn't do something else. His crimson eyes seemed to flicker with a slight spark of jealousy, though he turned his head so the other man couldn't see it. He wanted it. He refused to be weak, and he wanted that hell hound. Perhaps he could take it. He was a beast tamer and a hell hound was a beast-- wouldn't that logic be there? No maybe not. "So for all you know there is some mystical island that you just pull things from. Got it" these words came across less arrogant but more pure hateful. Though there was hope to get the beast, he just had to find the origin of where it came and venture there and tame it. This was a fantasy world and in them-- anything was possible. His crimson eyes, once he had gotten himself under control, seemed to flicker first to the hell hound and then to Galadion. He called the gators "flying abominations" , this had a frown forming on his face. He hoped these so called flying abominations ate the guy whole. He would sit there and laugh and not see anything wrong with it. There was no time for weaknesses or jealousy, no he was better than he ever was. Just because this pretty boy thought he was hot shit because he could pull a hell hound out of his ass and make people think they were turning to stone-- it meant nothing. So what if this man was more powerful than he was, he would surpass him and he would make him bow before him soon enough. All he needed was time and something to keep the other busy. If he could move fast enough and sneak up behind him... he could take the other down. "Of course. Oh and as for anything and everything wanting to kill you here. Well I'll accept it. Say tell me before we go forth and do this... what happens when someone dies here?" His tone showed slight arrogance but it was almost as if he was purring out the words. He now had a plan in his mind, it was a long term one but it would keep his life exciting.
Galadion had turned his back upon the male that had accompanied him thus far as he stared out over the swamp lands that reached out before them, he no longer viewed the man as a potential instead almost the exact opposite it would seem. The man seemed to have a distrusting nature and a natural wariness of the other players that he came across, it was a personality that might actually prove useful to him given the right situation at hand. Now all he needed to do was earn the trust of the man, well he didn't exactly need him to trust him but he at least needed the man to work along side him, he may have been a pretty decently skilled sorcerer but even he would need the help of others in certain situations and this man could prove to be one such individual given enough time. He had told the man that it wasn't in his nature to underhandedly use people which was probably the biggest lie that he had ever told in his entire life, it was exactly in his nature to use people and that was what he was doing right now. Looking for a way to use the man and exploit him for his own gain just as the man was attempting to do the same thing to him, the only difference between the two of them was that he was better at it, he didn't let his intended target know that he wanted to use them. No he was nice to them, polite and used his manners to get them to lower their guard around them and then he could wrap them around his finger anyway that he chose to. But not this guy, this guy was a loud and obnoxious douche and the bag it came in which would put people off of him, for someone who wanted to bend others to his will he really didn't possess the personality for it. He listened to the mans question about what happened when someone died in this world, it was a good question but one that he couldn't give him an answer for since he hadn't died yet. No he had done everything in his power to prevent that from happening and he wasn't ashamed of it, he had even chosen to sit out of the World Boss raid that had taken place not to long ago because he knew that he didn't possess the required strength to survive an encounter like that. He had to many plans, to many long term goals that he wished to bring to fruition to be running around trying to play the hero and getting himself killed time and time ago, no leave that to the other foolish adventurers who wished for the fame and glory, he would get his another way when the entire world knew the name of the Sorcerer King Galadion. "Sorry, I don't have an answer to what happens when you die. I haven't died yet and I don't plan on doing so any time soon" He never once turned around to look at the man but instead kept staring out at the swamp lands before an annoyed expression crossed his face, he had offered the man to help him go and tame one of these ridiculous creatures twice already since they had arrived in their currently location but yet still here they stood conversing. Enough was enough it was either time to act and get this over with or just leave, he didn't plan to stand here and keep talking all day long. With the wave of his hand the hell hound that he had conjured to his side through the use of his Summoning Magic Mastery vanished away in a burst of black flames as it returned to where ever it was that it had come from and a slightly dark and sinister smile spread across his face, not that his companion could see it with his back turned to him. The man probably thought that the illusion spell that he had cast upon him was the extent of his powers but he would have been wrong, very very wrong indeed and he planned to show the man exactly why the world was going to know him as the Sorcerer King. He spread his arms wide and suddenly the air around Camus would feel heavy, the presence of an intense and powerful blood-lust would hang heavy upon the air as the man allowed himself to get ready to battle the creatures of the swamp. A dark aura leaked from his body as he released a small amount of his magical powers and grinned as it caused the ground around them to rumble slightly, unbeknownst to Camus the rumbling that he was feeling was nothing more than the product of an extremely weak illusion spell, one that didn't require him to even speak a magical invocation but was still strong enough for him to be fooled by it. "Oh Lord of darkness, bringer of death your humble servant calls upon you and requests your favor. Lend me your strength in defeating those enemies foolish enough to stand in my way", the words fell away from his lips and echoed around the swamp mystically as he spoke the manta that would serve as his magical invocation. Suddenly a rift in the air opened up and a skeletal hand that was easily the size of a car in the real world stretched out of it, behind it followed the most massive skeletal creature that Camus was sure to have ever seen in his life, the Grim Reaper, the God of Death had appeared. The massive god of death moved and took its stance behind the man who had summoned him, Galadion and looked out over the swamp lands before it, every single one of the flying alligators had frozen in fear at the very sight of it all suffering from the debuff status Paralyzing Fear which caused them to be rooted in place and unable to move. The reaper himself was nothing more than one of the higher tier illusion spells that Galadion was capable of producing with his Mastered Illusion Magic Mastery but only he knew that, turning his head he looked at Camus and grinned slightly a glint of the wicked power that he possessed flashing in his eyes "So do you want one of these things or am I going to kill them all here and now?"
The man spoke of not dying and not knowing the answer to it. Now that wasn't someone who was adventurous at all. No one who he actually wanted to be in the company of. Though the process would be easy enough. The man was offering him help, but help never came without a price. For all he knew the man would want his soul in return for helping him. So he was one who lived on the edge, but he wasn't about to give up his soul just for a flying gator. He was capable of that by himself. Or was he? He wasn't exactly fresh off the Terra scale-- but he wasn't exactly mastered tier either yet. 'Let the guy think that he has you wrapped around his finger. Lesson number one in manipulating a target. Wanna be the very best here, prove it. Be like HIM.' The voice that echoed in his head was his own, well it wasn't exactly. Not if they were in the real world, but he had made sure to include that little voice even here. It was part of him and it was something that he couldn't get away from it. Most people had angels who helped them make the right choices, but he had a little demon riding shotgun. He didn't want redeeming qualities. He didn't want people to like him. He refused to be some person who would be used and abused. He refused to be some slave. Though he wasn't against serving a higher power if he had to do the deed. If it got him to what he wanted he would do it. Though what exactly did he want from all of this. The surrounding around the man had seemed to change. It seemed darker, and it was almost beckoning to him. A small smirk formed on his lips as he saw the hell hound vanish in a burst of black flames. More illusions were probably being played at, that was what the man used. He would manipulate the man and if it caused his death-- well so be it. He would find a way to improve and when the other didn't see it coming, he would strike. Right now he wanted to pay the man back for making a fool of him, though he needed to keep a level head about him and not be brash. 'You mean like what he is being. He is trying to be a peacock and flaunt all he has for you. Are you surely going to keep him waiting?' The voice reminded him of the fact that he shouldn't keep this man waiting. His words hit his ears shortly after. Did he want one of them or should he kill them. He had to hand it to the man, he knew how to make a show. Now should he hold back his pride and just take whatever might come as the price. No he needed to some how get close to him. How would Rudger go about doing something like this in the real world. Well the real world wasn't some fantasy game. He didn't know much about Rudger, but if he was going to pull off his plans for this world-- he would have to somehow summon the devil. His crimson eyes lit up and he was clapping. The God of Death was impressive, but he knew what true fear was and that was what he was trying to summon in his mind. "Wicked awesome, though sure if you are still willing to be so kind and give me a hand. It would be awesome." Why was it so hard adjusting himself in this game? Practice, he needed practice. He needed to get stronger and he would show this guy. "So tell me, you decided to pull that out of your arse too." His accent he never intended to carry over with him to the game. They were allowed to do with the character as they pleased, but it seemed that sometimes his player's accent would slip out. This wasn't the first time it had happened. He hadn't moved, the only movement he had made was clapping his hands. He noticed how the flying alligators were frozen in fear. Though in truth, this didn't scare him. Why be scared of it when he knew the real devil. "Why kill them all. Don't tell me you are getting grumpy waiting. Fine fine, we can catch one and tame it." Still he didn't move, all he did was run his mouth. He was curious though to see how this played out. Galadion had been good for one thing, it had been a reminder that he had a long way to go. He found himself wondering what the man's brain looked like. If he cut it open would he find it? Would it be like any human brain or would it be dark and twisted. Was this man what he wanted to be like? No he wouldn't be a follower. He would be better! He was better!
Galadion stood there and looked out over the swampland taking in the sight of all of the creatures that were frozen in fear at the display of his daunting power but he knew that he still had a long way to go to get to where he wanted to be. Right now he was mainly only capable of casting extremely powerful illusion, while they were useful in their own right they could only take him so far, his next most powerful Mastery after that was his Summoning Magic which he had risen to an Adept Tier in but still it wasn't enough. Galadion had seen real power, he had looked it in the eyes and been found wanting and right then and there he had vowed to never feel like that every again, never would he allow himself to feel completely helpless against the power of another. Yet here he was trying to impose that same feeling upon another player, but people did flock to those who had power and he would need people by his side to accomplish the goal that he had set for himself, to be the most powerful sorcerer in all of the land of Terrasphere. He would not stop until his power made even Idna the Goddess of Magic tremble before him, nothing less than becoming the God of Magic himself would satisfy his desire for power. The illusionary God of Death had served its purpose and with a wave of his hand he dispelled the illusion causing to to shimmer in the air before disappearing entirely as he strode forward towards the water as if he was going to wade into it "Frost Step", the words fell from his lips as he released the mana that was needed for the spell from his Hydromancy Mastery. Right when his foot made contact with the surface of the water and looked as if it was going to sink underneath of it, the water froze allowing him to stand upon its surface, every step afterward caused the water to freeze underneath allowing him to walk on the water and gave the man accompanying him a walkway to follow him as well. Every step took him further and further into the heart of the swamp where he was sure they would find the biggest and most powerful of all of the flying reptiles, however just as he neared the center of the swamp something flew towards him causing him to tilt his head so that it flew past harmlessly and embedded itself into the ice directly behind him. Turning his head he looked over his head and seen that it had been and arrow but not just any arrow, the crude arrowhead was a dead giveaway that it was an orcish arrow. Whipping his head back around his silvery eyes scanned the area looking for any sign of where the arrow had come from. Nothing seemed to move or was out of place, nothing to show were the filthy orc archer was hiding its disgusting body, Galadion may have hated everyone of the races in Terrasphere except for the Yladian Elves but orcs, orcs he hated more. But try as he might he couldn't detect its movements anywhere but that arrow had to have come from somewhere, it didn't just shoot itself...or had it? Had they somehow triggered some form of booby trap that someone had laid, no that didn't seem likely as there was nothing of value here in this swamp and then he seen it, a bush to his right moved and rustled as something seemed to settle itself within in. Lifting his arm he pointed his arm in the direction of the occupied bush and grinned wickedly to himself "Flame Column", he felt the magical power needed to cast the spell from his pyromancy mastery leave his body as he watched a circle of flame appear around the bushes before it ignited high into the air in a tall and powerful column of flames that reduced the around within its boundaries to nothing more than scorched blackened earth, in the center of it was a pile of charred bones that were all that remained of the orcish archer. "So it was a scout huh? The rest of its band must be nearby", turning his head he looked back at the Camus "Okay, either tame one now or loose out on the opportunity, that was just a scout and in a few minutes this area is going to be crawling with orcs". Turning his attention away from the man he began to scan the area, whether he got one of his reptiles or not was now entirely up to him, Galadion had brought him as far as he could as he readied himself for a fight when the orc raiding party got there.
He watched as the other man had walked up to the water and he spoke out the words. Then the man continued forward so he was walking on water-- okay on the ice, but still he was walking on water. Was this supposed to impress him? Was he supposed to applaud for him and oooo and ahhh when he did so. Was he supposed to become some fan boy for the man who had only moments ago tried to kill him? Well if this was what the man was trying to go for, well that was tough shit. He was a tough audience and like hell was he going to go all gaga over the man. That wasn't his style at all. Though of course the ice didn't collapse behind him, he expected him to follow him. He was after all only going into the swamp so that he could follow him and go and get a flying gator of him own. The guy was actually helping him. Though he did hated having to owe anyone anything. He had followed behind the other Yladian man. He was walking on water too, oh but he hated it because he was doing it because of oh Lord Gladdie Poo. He had caught up easily with the man and that was when the arrow came flying towards them. He shifted backwards so that the arrow wouldn't hit him. Though he would have loved to see that arrow embed itself within the other's males chest. Maybe kill him... no he wanted to be the one to kill him with his own two hands. It wouldn't be any fun if the guy ended up dying and it wasn't by his doing. That was why he was going to find a way to make sure he was stronger than the other. It would come and when the other wasn't expecting it-- he would come out of the shadows and kill him. No, he wouldn't just kill him, he would play with him and then disappear. No, why disappear when he could just take whatever Gladdie Poo had left behind for him. Now that would be the life there. Great more magic was being pulled out of his ass. So he had to admit that maybe he had skills-- but he hated that the other housed such skills and had made a fool of him. No one made a fool out of him. His crimson eyes had watched as the pyromancy was cast and the bushes were ignited in a high column of flames. All he saw was charred bones, so the owner of the arrow had been there. Though how long? He might have been able to analyze the situation and found out, but he didn't care. If the Orc wanted to kill the other , it would just make it easier. No, damn it, he had to be the one who would kill the bastard. Though how. It would take time, and right now he didn't have that precious time. The other had begun speaking now. He was being given the choice to tame a gator now or lose out on it. "Even if the orcs come, it wouldn't be anything." Actually if the orcs came, it would be interesting. Though the other was right, he didn't need to waste this opportunity that he had been given. Even if it meant in a way he would owe the man a favour in return. He knew how to get around it. he just wouldn't kill him just yet. So maybe he couldn't exactly kill him that easy, he even knew that would be an impossible thing. Though soon enough he would be able to kill the guy and he would take the shot if he was given it. Though it had to be on his terms and not someone else's. If he could find a way to strip the guy.... yes that would work. Without his magic he would be helpless , he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to do anything in close combat and if he made sure he had to fight like that. He would be his for the taking. He went pass him and up to the alligator. So he had never actually tamed anything before. He didn't count the smaller animals, the lesser predators, that he had encountered prior. This would be the biggest thing he had ever tried to do anything with. His crimson eyes was taking in the gator in front of him. "This one" he stated and he approached closer to the thing. It would hurt if the thing tried to snap at him, it could even kill him if he wasn't careful. No he didn't need to be careful, he didn't need to worry about death. As death was simply just an adventure and he would get what he wanted no matter what. Even if he had to let the gator eat the other guy. He could still take great joy in watching the other suffer. He let out a low whistling, his crimson eyes watching the thing in front of him. His hand reached out slowly towards the thing, he wasn't sure if they would still be froze or not at this point. They had been frozen before, but he doubted that the bastard would let him do something so easily. It was a decently sized gator that he had chosen to try to tame, if he had to bet it was one of the bigger ones in this swamp. This would be easier with meat, but he had to work with what he had on hand. "Actually, let the orcs attacks. I'm not afraid and it would be handy for training snacks." Not a care in the world, actually he was looking forward to this attack. He stepped back slightly and gave another low whistle.
Galadion stood there upon the ice walkway that he had created, his crimson eyes shining in the sunlight as he scanned the area around them, he looked for anything, any sign that would show him where the orc raiding party would be coming from. He had a deep burning hatred for those repulsive creatures but it didn't stem from anything that they had done to him but from that fact that he immersed himself completely into the character that he had chosen to play, it was just common sense that elves hated orcs more than anything else in the world and that was exactly how he would be while he was inside this beautiful yet dangerous world. Galadion lifted his right hand and grinned wickedly, a small bit of his sinister personality flashing in his crimson eyes as he did so "Summon Lesser Spriggan", the words fell from his lips as a complex looking magical circle appeared upon the surface of the swamp water before them, a bright light shone from it and when it disappeared a Spriggan that appeared upon the younger side stood there. The Spriggan turned its head and looked at the man who summoned it in silence before tilting its head as if it was awaiting to be given orders from its master, but at the moment no order came, no he stood there as he continued to look for where the orc raiding party would make its entrance. However since it appeared that the entire party of orcs hadn't arrived at their location just yet he turned his back and watched as the man was attempting to tame the beast that they had ventured there to the swamps to find, personally he found the Beast Taming Mastery to be tedious and a waste of time, why should he go through all that effort for just a single creature when he could use his Summoning Magic Mastery to summon as many creatures as he wanted and as many different species as he could think of? When compared side by side the Beast Taming Mastery seemed to be severely lacking in utility especially since it only allowed its user to tame and keep one beast at a time, utterly useless in his mind but some people just didn't seem to think about these things and this man was definitely one of those people. As he stood there watching the taming process for a moment his mind began to run wild with all of the ways that this man could prove useful to him in the future, yes if he could bend this man to his will and get him to bend the knee then he would indeed have a powerful pawn as his disposal. As he stood there the sound of an arrow impacting something wooden could be heard causing him to turn his head ever so slightly and look over his shoulder in the direction that the sound had come from, he was greeted with the site of the Spriggan that he had summoned looking down at its chest that now had a arrow-shaft sticking out of it. Since the creature was made entirely out of a wooden substance the wound did absolutely nothing to it other than to serve a means to piss it off, tilting his head ever so slightly as he turned around he was now able to see it, the orc raiding party that he had been looking for earlier. On the far side of the swamp stood several tall muscular green creatures that had tusk like protrusions sticking out from under their lips, the site of them caused a growl full of pure hatred to rip from his throat as his hands clenched into fists and a dark energy began to radiate off of him. So they had finally decide to show up and when they did they had decided to attack him when his back was turned, him the supreme ruler of all magic, the one to whom eventually all would bow and swear their undying loyalty and they had dared to attack him in such a manner? No this would not stand, he would not allow it, he finally turned his attention to the Spriggan he summoned and gave it its command in a voice full of darkness and malice "Go forth my minion, wipe these pathetic weaklings from the face of the planet". Finally the Spriggan had its command, it had its orders and it had to obey it had to bring death to the creatures that had angered its master. It started by lifting its arms and using the Nature Magic that its species was so skilled in causing thick vines to drop down and wrap around the throats of two of the orcs before hauling them up into the trees to hang and strangle to death.
He shouldn't actually look away from the gator he was taming-- but he liked living on the edge. He could feel the slight presence as he looked to see Galadion using a magical circle. From said magical circle a Spriggan had appeared. So maybe he should have taken summoning magic instead of beast taming-- though some people picked things because there was a drawn to them. He would find a way to use the beast taming to his advantage. The reason why he hadn't decided to take a magic was for one reason and one reason alone-- something the player remembered. Clearly Galadion had started into this world with the magic he had in his palms-- but magic was a thin line. One also had to think of build when thinking of magic. He could have taken a magic at first, but he had a specific concept he had wanted. One that Galadion had showed him was weak. He chose to go with what his physical strength could do, rather then using something that would drain and maybe backfire on him. His first weapon had been a stick after all. Though something about the magic from this man made him wonder if he had made the right choice. The gator attempted to take a bite out of him, but he darted out of the way before teeth could connect. He gave another low whistle, this was almost impossible without the use of meat. Would the bloody orcs attack already. Then right as he thought that , the impact of something striking wood had slightly echoed in his ears. He could feel the pure hatred and the darkness that flowed off the man... well this was going to be a fun game they were going to spend their time playing-- but first it needed to be set up. Darkness and malice filled his tone as he spoke. Minions, he could use a minion. 'Stop fanboying over him and deal with what you are.' Though he wanted to do more than just taming some alligator. He frowned at the little demon in his head this time. His crimson eyes had turned so he could watch as the vines had dropped down and strangled the orcs to death. Though there was plenty of them for him to use. He was about to do something completely stupid. He stepped back and leaped up onto the alligator. The thing thrashed trying to knock him off into the swamp. He petted the scales of the thing and gave the same low whistles that he had been giving. "Go get em. I know you want to." Now he hadn't tamed the thing, that task was deeming to be slightly impossible at the time, but he was going to use the alligators basic predator instincts to his own benefit here. The thing took off basically gliding along the swamp. He had to hold on, but he almost fell into the swamp. This was the second time he had tried to ride something and he still wasn't good at it. The alligator he was 'riding' upon struck down on the nearest orc. It had forgotten about The Yladion upon its back for now. He used the thing and jumped off and onto the land, drawing his sword before he had landed on the ground. "Gladdie Poo do try not to mistake me for the enemy. I don't like bondage that much and it would be a shame if I was to die in such a matter~" It was his time to shine. It wasn't like he could use magic or anything, but his pride and joy was his sword-fighting. He stepped forward and slashed upwards, blood sprayed outwards. It smelt disgusting, his nose scrunched up. "Now lets make it fun and scream , you bloody ugly things." He felt no empathy towards these things, it seemed like humanoid things didn't do it for him like the actual beasties did. In the corner of his eye he saw the alligator he had hitched a ride on was chomping down on one of the disgusting things. They seemed to try to be taking the thing down, but that was when it took flight. He thought it was going to plunge back under the water, but instead it had let the orc go to hit the water of swamp hard. He whistled, and that was why he wanted one even more! Though first to fight with these fucking disgusting orcs. A laugh left his lips as he stabbed the thing in the eyeball. "Oh did that piss you off! Good get mad!" He was starting to lose himself in battle.
Galadion stood his ground staring at his hated foe from behind the Spriggan that he had summoned, it was a good choice for several reasons, the first being that this was actually the Spriggans natural habitat which gave it the home-field advantage in terms of the location that they were fighting in, second was because of its wooden body it made for a good defensive summon as its body resisted almost every type of physical attacks well up to a point anyway, if it took to many hits than its wooden body would begin to crack and break like anything made from wood. The third and final thing that made it a good summon given the current situation was that unlike Galadion himself the Spriggan possessed Nature Magic that could be used to do a variety of things given their current surroundings, the Summoning Magic Mastery that he had taken allowed him to summon a mass variety of different creatures, many of which allowed him to overcome his lack of certain Masterys in different scenarios such as the one that he found himself in now. No matter how powerful his magic was there was going to be certain scenarios where his magic would be useless, creatures that had high to total magical resistance so he wondered if he would be able to summon creatures that were capable of using melee or ranged weapons such as a Minotaur or perhaps a Centaur to overcome this shortcoming in his character build, but that was a thought for another time. Right now he needed to focus on the enemy that was before him and given his absolute hatred for these creatures that wasn't exactly all that hard to do, he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the remaining Orcs when suddenly something flew passed him, his crimson optics landing upon his foolish companion who had decided to ride that large reptiles despite the fact that he hadn't actually completed the taming process on the creature yet. Was he brave, stupid or just a plain lunatic to try something like that, well the man didn't seem to fear the concept of death in this world simply because it was a virtual game something that in his mind made him incredibly stupid. If you treated everything that you came across in this world as nothing more than aspect of the game then you would never be able to truly get strong in this world, no you have treat it like it was real life and death was something to be feared if you truly wanted to experience the real thrills in this majestic virtual world. He watched as the man threw himself into the heart of the Orc raiding party which caused Galadion to shake his head ever so slightly, if this man was ever going to prove to be a useful ally or pawn then he would have to learn to respect this world and play it as if his life really hung in the balance. He had shown the man what true power could look like if he played this game as if it was his new reality instead of a game but it was up to him to make the choice to act on the knowledge of continue to waste his potential. He narrowed his eyes at the mans comment to him about watching his aim with his magic, as if he would was some second rate spell-caster that couldn't properly or accurately use his skills that he would accidentally hit a target that he hadn't meant to, although the mans comment did however tempt him to actually hit him with one of his spells and claim that it was unintended. However if he did that he was sure that there would be consequences down the line that he honestly didn't feel like dealing with so for the moment at least he would ignore the man and his constant insults and just focus on the creatures that he hated even more than this irritating individual. Taking in the scene he noticed that three of the Orcs were trying to flank the man and come up on him from the rear as he stabbed one of their party straight through its eye-sockets, well he wasn't going to allow that to happen but at the same time he didn't want to help the man to much, no he would force him to deal with these creatures on his own, Galadion raised his hand and snapped his fingers quickly "Ice Wall", as the words fell from his mouth the air around the Orcs grew incredibly cold and froze the water molecules in the air until a large and rather thick wall of ice blocked their advance upon the man. Now that he had protected the man from the sneak attack he crossed his arms making sure to stay behind his Spriggan shield and awaited to see what act of insanity the man would preform next, if nothing else he was good for entertainment to say the least.
He didn't fear death, it wasn't because he saw this world as something that he could simply restart. No he didn't fear death because he was just stupid.. it was because his real life had proven to be worse than anything this game could throw at him. Okay, so maybe it wasn't worse than the creatures that could clearly rip someone in two--- though he had to deal with some pretty bad things. Not that he would ever say these things out loud to the man he was in company with. Though the more he involved himself in the battle the more he began to lose himself to the way of the battle. He would deal with the other at a later time, the first things was dealing with the ones who had arrived late to the party. He hadn't forgotten about taming the gator-- no that would be done now that he had meat in order to feed it. He had a reason behind his stunt. There was always a reason behind everything that he did. He had to be one step ahead, and Galadion had proven to him that he needed much more work if he wanted to take on everything that this world had to offer him. He wouldn't take this situation and not learn from it, but it would only help to raise and mature a seed of hatred and darkness within him. He could feel the waves of cold that seemed to come from his back area. He growled, he didn't need the other to help him. Why the fuck did the man feel the need to protect him anyways? Had the man not been the one trying to kill him mere moments ago, yet he had been willing to help him tame a flying alligator and now this! Who did the man think he was?! The waves of hatred only proved to show themselves as he went to slash the nearest orc in front of him and knock the thing down. Though his slash hadn't been deep enough, the ugly thing got up and came to strike him. He cackled in pure joy as he half sidestepped the thing. He didn't care if the thing was to hurt him, he had been hurt before already in this world. Nothing that would lead him to death, but he had had instances where he had tried to ride things already and he had ended up hurting himself in the process. The gator had proven to be a little bit of an easier ride than a dire crow had been-- but it wasn't like he was trying to fly using the orcs. He was wanting to kill them no matter what it came down to. He would prove that he could take care of himself! Why had orcs randomly come to try to attack them? Was it to keep them on their feet? Had Galadion perhaps sent for them to try to test his skills. No, the guy wasn't that smart to think ahead like that. If that would have been the case, he wouldn't have had the other trying to protect him using the stupid wall of ice. He needed blood. It stank, but he needed to hear the screams of agony from the bloody creatures. He didn't wish to try his hand at taming them, he had no use for something so human like and ugly. Orcs were stupid beings and he had no use for such a thing -- stupid things couldn't be tamed. "I told you not to get in my way!" He stabbed the orc down as it charged towards him. Of course this wasn't directed at Galadion exactly, it could have been directed to the orc that had 'gotten' in the way of his sword. He was allowing his aggressions with bastard to come out as he started to see black within his vision. He wasn't going to collapse due to some trauma of his head-- no it was because he was getting so absorbed in the bloodshed around him that he might even feel the need to strike an 'ally' down. Though good thing that he didn't even have allies to begin with .He had run into two other players at this time and those people... he wouldn't consider them allies. How could he and why would he want to? One of them was a complete idiot, she would be lucky if she made it here and actually got her masteries up. Then there was Lorelei. She had knocked him out using a fucking poppy!!! How could he ever think of her as an ally in the least. He snarled at the nearest orc, he had one more and then the ones behind him blocked by the ice shield. Oh and he hadn't forgotten about his newest pet that he was going to have. It was odd how he had yet to tame a single thing and he already had gathered a few pets along the way. Though nothing had been as big as this lovely creature he wanted. He grabbed the orc by its disgusting head and half flung the thing towards the alligator, giving a high pitched whistle with the movement. "Tick-Tock take to the skies" somehow he had gained enough of his 'sanity' to talk to the alligator and continue the taming process with the thing. Why he had come up that name he didn't know, but it had left his lips. The alligator that had tormented Captain Hook, and he had given that name to the gator he was trying to tame. Why it had slipped out, he didn't know and wouldn't. Though there was no going back now. The thing did snap at him, but it had taken the orc that he had given it and gladly clamped its jaw down upon it. A smaller hum came from him, Galadion should be kinder to him. Did the idiot bastard not realize that he was giving him something that could eat him. No he probably doubted that he could tame the thing. He would show him. He would show them all in fact. He wouldn't take too kindly to what would happen from now on. He would make it his goal to be a step ahead and to never be made to feel weak again. So what if it meant doing lowly things, if the other wished something from him-- he would do it. It was all for the greater goal. It would take time for him to be stronger, but when it happened, no one would see it coming. His crimson eyes took in the sight of the gator that he had named Tick Tock taking to the skies with the orc still clasp in its jaws before going to chomp down on it. He saw the spray of crimson that seemed to rain down. His biggest thing to work on was being a team player-- he loathed the thought of having to work on that. He gave another whistle to see if the gator would follow his command. "Say Gladdie Poo if you want to take out the bloody disgusting things do go ahead. I'll allow you to have some fun too.. after all it would be a shame to waste these presents." This was his way of trying to work as a team. He had no clue how to go about it.
