Noise... why must there be so much of it? The purple haired hooded, sleeping mage raised his fingers to his temples, getting a small headache from the sheer amount of noise that was bombarding him at the moment. Alex noticed quite a few things occur before the enemies appeared - Astrid was sick, and quite a few other guild members, including a FRICKIN GIANT went over to assist her. Apparently the giant man had some sort of authority, as he did seem to be calling the shots. However, it was the super loud woman in the front that gave Alexander his massive headache. Not only was she screaming her heart out... she was CONSTANTLY screaming her heart out. Did no one know that people are asleep? ...oh right, they didn't, considering how minuscule Alex's presence has been in the guild. He rather avoided the place, unconsciously, and just rather was there to get job forms. He did
have his own place, of course.
That was aside from the point, as after the start of the voyage, the cluster of magi ran into trouble. Figures, as that's how these things always go. You leave to have a goal set in mind, and someone tries to kill you. This must be how Nathan Drake feels... Well, they are essentially a giant band of mini-Nathans. Well... as "Mini" as you can get when you have a literal giant on your team. Regardless, the hooded figure decided now was a time to - HOLY CRAP DID THAT LOUD LADY JUST PULL OUT A HORSE?
Baffled for a minute about the sudden emergence of the horse onto the battlefield, Alex had to shake off the feeling of discombobulation and replace it with determination. Running forward, next to some redhead that he had no prior communication with, Alex decided the best way to fight would be to fight those that either are as powerful, and if not only a small portion more powerful than he was. Therefore he deduced two swordsmen, one being roughly D rank, and the other probably C (I'm still RPing as a D rank mage in this thread). Therefore, should they not be as skilled as the strategist, this fight would be easy as cake. Taking a pair of stones from the ground and throwing them at the duo, the purple haired mage began to taunt, using that as an effective way to separate them from the main group that vastly outnumbered the Golden Phoenix mages. Alex knew he had help, but he'd rather... not... fight over 30 mages solo."Come on, you're gonna let someone just throw a rock at you? Where's your manliness!? You're pride!?"
As this was said, the world around Alex, in his eyes, began to melt away and be replaced with what looked like a sanctuary of sorts. This was one he knew all too well, the place that will drain his life force and convert it into mana. No problem, at the moment at the least, for the wizard as his vitality was up to its peak.
The two men ran at the hooded dream mage, with one of them jumping and performing a downward slash, one that was easily avoided by the dreamer. Comatose or not, Alex returned in kind, kicking the man in the face, and sending him back a good yard or two."Come on, it's simple strategy. Attacking with all your might leaves you open,
should you miss!"
The mage taunted, and this wasn't him being cocky - no, it was another tactic. Taunting makes your opponent fight more rashly, not caring so long as they get the fight out of the way. While the enemy will try harder, he will now fight as he just did, with heavy strikes that leave himself wide open. However, there was another one to deal with as well, and taunting... might not work on that one.
Turning around seemingly intoxicated, the mage stopped a blow that would probably kill him, with the vertical slice that was going to be aimed for his head before all else. This was done by his hands catching the flat of the blade, however that also caused Alex to take a kick to the stomach in return. Seems fair, as Alex did in fact keep his life, however he did get a neat toy to play with... Or rather just do this -
With the blade actually now in hand, Alex kept a solid grip on the blade, and used the kick to also gain the upper hand, snatching it from its flat out of the C ranked treasure hunter's hand. Alex then... simply chucked it, as far as possible... but not towards the other guild mates. Where that sword would go, the world may never know. Regardless, the D ranked treasure hunter got up, and was furious. Dashing forward towards the two, the man yelled and did a horizontal swipe, but that didn't meet the target he was hoping for. The blood of his comrade fell to the floor, as Alex simply teleported behind the man, before the strike connected. The C ranked treasure hunter groaned, and punched the D ranked man in the face, grabbing his sword for his own."See! I told you! Don't use such heavy strikes!!!"
Alexander taunted once again, which seemingly enraged the D ranked treasure hunter in the wrong way, instead of attacking Alex, he just... well... continued to attack his ally, punching him in the chest, but then receiving a heavier attack - a stab through the stomach. The hunter fell to the ground, motionless, the sand being stained red, although color wasn't a luxury that Alex could see, only making out the figures of the men as though he was color blind. He was asleep after all, and the world around him did look nothing like a desert. "We... can talk about this, right? I mean, I didn't cut you, did I? Don't take it out on the bystanders. We're just here for some trea-Okay you're not listening. Dream Make: BFH!"
The mage said, as the purple circle appeared behind him, and two giant metal hands that mimicked his every move appeared behind him. The man with the sword continued to ferociously attack at Alex, sending wave after wave of wiffed attacks. Did these fools know that if you get angry, you don't fight at your best!? Alex was, at this point, simply not trying, only avoiding the attacks that could be detrimental to his health. "How about this one? Forward, Diagonal, Forward!"
Alex took a step forward, utilizing one of his metal hands as a shield, which instantly broke into fragments of golden light. However, the other one connected with the man's chin, mimicking the attack of a world famous fighting game. The fist was held there for a minute, then raised to the sky with an explosive uppercut, launching the man twelve feet into the air."SHORYUKEN!"
Alex panted, and then clutched his stomach, where he was kicked earlier. Blast, that hurt, but regardless, this was a battlefield, so the strategist needed to get back into battle. Should the tactician not engage in combat himself, what would be the point of being here? Grabbing the sacks off the ground that were discarded quite some time ago, Alex made his way further towards the other five of the group that he and Leahndr had started to take out.
Effects: Cursed Sanctuary
Name: Dream Make: Big Friggin Hands
Duration: 3 posts
Cooldown: 4 posts
As per the usual, Alex's hands go to their head, and then two magic circles appear behind them. Materializing from these circles are two giant hands, about half the size of Alex's whole body. These hands function by following Alex's hands, and doing as they do. If Alex thrusts their hands, the giant metal ones fly forward up to 10 meters. These metal hands deal whatever Alex's rank melee damage is, plus weak weapon damage, and the hands have the force to destroy stone easily with one punch. After the duration is over, they shatter into golden light and vanish.
*Increases the range of physical combat
*Force allows Alex to destroy obsticles that could impede progress
*Alex can still use their hands normally, if someone were to truly get into CQC
*Only the giant hands deal bonus damage (meaning Alex's regular hands won't)
*Reckless movement of Alex's regular hands can harm allies
*Destroying terrain could cause buildings or the like to collapse
*Suffers the normal weaknesses of metal, id est corrosion, melting, etc
OOC Notes: I don't have any at the moment... Position is closest to Leahndr?
WC: 1750 total