Paid Expedition (Endgame Party)

Johann took a deep breath, his posture slumping forward somewhat, supporting himself on the hilt of the sword still in his hand. Who would've thought that his arrival in the Unknown Lands would immediately be accompanied by a vicious assault from the native fauna. Perhaps, he thought, he should invest some effort into being more covert when he travelled to avoid scenarios such as this one. The Ambassador of Dies Irae looked down at his sleeves and coat, specks of thick, dark, and viscous wyvern blood dotting the left side of his attire and, he realized, probably his face and hair, too. The silver-haired man sighed. Perhaps he should look into some kind of magic that would clean him of the sanguine life essence he would often find himself coated with. It was becoming more than a slight nuisance at this point, not to mention the sheer wear and tear that his wardrobe had to bear. Johann only now good a better chance to look at his surroundings, the dry, rocky terrain that stretched out for miles and miles around him seemingly unending, touching the horizon above the shallow, sandy dunes in the distance. Well, it seemed obvious that he was far, far away from any other mage that had been sent on this mission at current. He'd make a mental note of the presence of these creatures, looking around at the 3 wyvern corpses around him, the desert sands dotted in red liquid similar to that which stained his coat. Their capabilities, the black, exceptionally hot flame, that was, as well as their apperance, were also logged. He couldn't come back with that being the only little bit of information to report, though. He expected that someone out there had already stumbled across beasts like those before, and that they were known to the world, though the Ambassador of Dies Irae didn't know exactly, of course. Monster hunting wasn't exactly his forte ... if one excluded those humans that acted as such, that was.

The Ambassador was about to move on to make sure that his expedition would be a little more fruitful than simply fending off a few desert monstrosities when a voice drew his attention to an approaching figure in the distance, Johann straightening his back and narrowing his eyes. He knew that voice, and the face associated with it. "Mr. Alveron. A surprise to see you here", he would greet with raised voice, lifting his free hand in a lax greeting. Truly, he hadn't expected to run into the Fairy Tail mage here out of all places, and his presence was certainly a surprise. Was this merely a coincidence, or had the other sought him out? Certainly, Joh would've loved to asked the man what he was doing here, though it seemed that, in yet another stroke of bad luck, or some might even say fate, it wasn't meant to be, at least for the time being. The dune Aven had found himself on would suddenly begin rumbling, shifting, yet another beast emerging from the sands that were scattered into all directions. A massive monstrosity, it's muscular, gigantic body covered in thick plates of bone, rose from the ground, a deafening roar shaking the earth. It seemed like the Fairy Tail wizard was caught up in the sudden movements of the beast, being thrown into the rocky terrain with considerable force. Johann's expression would shift immediately, transitioning from shock to a stern, focussed grimace.

"Oh, another one?", the Second Seal's voice would echo through the back of his mind once more, a vicious cackle following the deep voice. "Looks like break time's over, old man, tssehehe". The magical aura around the man's form would explode once more, the runes on his body, which had not quite powered down yet, flaring up to full intensity once more. The Ambassador was sick and tired of interruptions, and, intent on ending this as quickly as possible, would let go of his sword, the weapon vanishing into thin air as soon as it had left his grasp. A blade would certainly be useless against this heavily armored foe. With a burst of insane speed, the sandy ground exploding with rippling force where he had stood only a moment before, the man would launch himself forward, coming to a stop right before the massive dragon, his open palm facing the creature.


Through his command, the runes would release all stored magical power once more, expelling it in the form of a wave of pure, relentless kinetic energy that would rip apart everything in its way ...

In theory, that was. The wave of kinetic force slammed into the creature, knocking it back slightly and cracking its horns, but ... that was it. For a passing second, the Ambassador stared at the beast with wide eyes, a subtle "What the-" murmured under his breath as the wyvern turned, whipping around its monstrous tail with shocking speed, precision, and momentum before slamming it into the silver-haired Rune Mage, who, unsurprisingly, was lifted off the ground and launched away at breakneck speeds. Literally. Skitting across the rocky, arid ground, launched like a ragdoll, the man would incur more than just a few bruises, bones breaking with every impact on the hard desert earth before finally, his broken, blooded, and torn form would come to a halt, the Ambassador remaining unmoving.

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