He grumbled something inaudible under his breath and thrust the hoe deeper into the broccoli demon's body. Twisting the weapon, he yanked it back out and ripped a decent chunk of broccoli out of the monster's body. Tossing the hoe aside now, as he had suddenly gotten sick of it, he briefly looked around for another weapon to use. There was not another around, so he would just have to go physical again, which he did not mind so much in doing. As the demon plant neared closer to him, leaning back to swat him, rather than trying to just ram into him, he kicked it. The force of the kick dented the creature slightly, but it was not enough to physically knock the demonic being out. Marschal karate kicked it again, though the plant had grabbed him by the leg and pulled him to the ground in a fell swoop.
A whoosh of air left his lungs from the impact of the ground, and once again he was left winded and half defeated. But he was not one to let measly monster defeat him so quickly and easily; no, he would fight to the death if he had to. Marschy pulled himself free of the demon's grasp and aimed to karate chop it in the face, injuring his hand in the process. He ignored the pain searing up his arm from his wrist, and continued to hit, kick, and punch the broccoli beast. The assailant finally fell to the ground, but soon got up to its feet and charged him, ramming its shoulder into his side. An oof escaped him from losing air at the hit, though he took a shot and kicked his opponent. Luckily, the broccoli went down again and was, this time, stuck on the ground and unable to get back up.
Around this time, Marschal picked the hoe back up and slaughtered the plant demon, not wanting to deal with it anymore. Simply lopped its head clean off, and looked to the fields in order to find the remaining three that roamed about. After that, he would probably try to get some sleep, if the creatures allowed him to that is, and did not try to kill him in his sleep. Knowing these beasts, they were attracted to magic and where they sensed it, he was damn sure to come across them. Sorely, he walked toward one of the open fields, noticing that the crops, despite his efforts of killing these things, were not getting better. In fact, they happened to look worse off than what they previously where, which meant these vegetables were not the cause. These vegetables were merely an outcome of something bad that had happened here, likely a curse or something.
Just farther ahead of where he had been walking along the path, the three remaining broccoli demons roamed about. He stood deathly still and watched them, red irises flashing from side-to-side, taking in what he could see of them. Shrugging off the strange feeling he was getting, he would wander close enough that the creatures sensed his presence. One turned his way and began running toward him, though he noticed that this one happened to be significantly slower. Marschal was not aware of why, but the rate at which they ran was of no concern of him, so long as they were not too fast. If they were too fast, he would be dead, too slow, he was be bored, but this one happened to be at the right pace. Yawning, Marschy chucked the hoe at the broccoli monster, then lifted a head as if he were to write a spell.
He had to wait a brief moment though, as neither of the creatures were off of the fields, but once they were, he wrote it out. Marschal had had enough energy to give out one last Melting Star, but that had now drained the rest of his energy. The attack hit the trio of broccoli men, crushing them beneath quite a large meteor that sent a shockwave across the ground. It brushed through the dying crops, but it did not injure the land, which was the most concern of the young mage. His attention was back on the broccoli creatures though, who had recovered from the sudden death attack. They struggled to their feet, where one charged Marschal and aimed to ram into him and take him down. Marschy dodged the attack and kicked it, leaving a dent in its forehead where he had successfully land a blow on it.
WC: 761
A whoosh of air left his lungs from the impact of the ground, and once again he was left winded and half defeated. But he was not one to let measly monster defeat him so quickly and easily; no, he would fight to the death if he had to. Marschy pulled himself free of the demon's grasp and aimed to karate chop it in the face, injuring his hand in the process. He ignored the pain searing up his arm from his wrist, and continued to hit, kick, and punch the broccoli beast. The assailant finally fell to the ground, but soon got up to its feet and charged him, ramming its shoulder into his side. An oof escaped him from losing air at the hit, though he took a shot and kicked his opponent. Luckily, the broccoli went down again and was, this time, stuck on the ground and unable to get back up.
Around this time, Marschal picked the hoe back up and slaughtered the plant demon, not wanting to deal with it anymore. Simply lopped its head clean off, and looked to the fields in order to find the remaining three that roamed about. After that, he would probably try to get some sleep, if the creatures allowed him to that is, and did not try to kill him in his sleep. Knowing these beasts, they were attracted to magic and where they sensed it, he was damn sure to come across them. Sorely, he walked toward one of the open fields, noticing that the crops, despite his efforts of killing these things, were not getting better. In fact, they happened to look worse off than what they previously where, which meant these vegetables were not the cause. These vegetables were merely an outcome of something bad that had happened here, likely a curse or something.
Just farther ahead of where he had been walking along the path, the three remaining broccoli demons roamed about. He stood deathly still and watched them, red irises flashing from side-to-side, taking in what he could see of them. Shrugging off the strange feeling he was getting, he would wander close enough that the creatures sensed his presence. One turned his way and began running toward him, though he noticed that this one happened to be significantly slower. Marschal was not aware of why, but the rate at which they ran was of no concern of him, so long as they were not too fast. If they were too fast, he would be dead, too slow, he was be bored, but this one happened to be at the right pace. Yawning, Marschy chucked the hoe at the broccoli monster, then lifted a head as if he were to write a spell.
He had to wait a brief moment though, as neither of the creatures were off of the fields, but once they were, he wrote it out. Marschal had had enough energy to give out one last Melting Star, but that had now drained the rest of his energy. The attack hit the trio of broccoli men, crushing them beneath quite a large meteor that sent a shockwave across the ground. It brushed through the dying crops, but it did not injure the land, which was the most concern of the young mage. His attention was back on the broccoli creatures though, who had recovered from the sudden death attack. They struggled to their feet, where one charged Marschal and aimed to ram into him and take him down. Marschy dodged the attack and kicked it, leaving a dent in its forehead where he had successfully land a blow on it.
WC: 761
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