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Lindow seem at ease despite Damien's warning, and the howling that could be heard off in the distance. The darkness was never an issue for the Thunder Chosen. Even before he made a living creeping in witch country, the man was forced to be a denizen of the night the moment his parents abandoned him. Silently, he took in the sounds the forest, whilst scanning the perimeter from their small pocket of light. It was far from exciting, but at he very least he'd have first dibs on any locals that came out to play. "Do you think it's a woman?" Lindow still had sleep in his voice when he finally broke the silence. "the reason our guide is so reluctant to talk about his connection to this place, I mean." He took moment to glance at Ryia. As far as he could tell, she was the chosen that had spent the most time with Damien. Perhaps the other man let something slip when they were alone. "He's always got something to say to you. So I figure you may have some insight."
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Hearing both Ryia and Damien express that they were ready to pull out from the area, Lindow quickly went to retrieve his arrows before approaching Damien. "Before we get going..." Fixing his gaze on the fellow swordsman, Lindow watched Damien closely as he spoke. "It's obvious that you've spent a lot time in these parts, but you seem to only pipe up when we're dealing with the wildlife. Why is that? We're all friends, right?! How about we get know each other a little better." "Oh?" Damien replied with a smirk on his face, "I don't remember ever saying we were friends, what a pleasant surprise." Already expecting such a response, Lindow simply tiled his head to the side and cooed in a pleasant tone. "Does it have anything to do with that blade of yours? I couldn't help but notice how tight you hold on to it..." It was rather obvious that the magic blade held a great significance Damien. It was a shot in the dark, but the only thread for Lindow to tug at given the man's clear reservations about revealing his connection to the forest. "I just don't want to lose it in all this mess, wouldn't do for some animal to drag it off, right?" "Heh," Lindow felt his lips curl into wicked smirk. He felt a tinge of excitement as he pictured crossing swords with man in front of him. "and here I thought you loved animals." Shrugging it off, Lindow moved on. "Well, if you don't feel like sharing I suppose thats fine..." Anymore pressing would likely be fruitless. "which directions should we head now, friend?" The shift in conversation seemed to cause Damien's posture relax sligtly. He had managed to hide it quite well up untill then, but that brief change was enough to tell Lindow that the man had just been tense. "I'm guessing you'll want to head towards the center." Damien offered whilst nodding in a direction. "Alrighty then." Lindow let out a yawn, silently resolving to keep an even closer eye on Damien for now on.
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"Let's go for the neck!" Not a bad plan. Lindow glanced over to Reinaan, nodding at the boy before turning to watch Ryia make her move only moments after. Though seeing how ineffective the Earth Chosen's monstrous strength was against the massive lizard's hide, the man begun to doubt that anyone else would be able to fair much better at decapitating it. His brow furrowed in thought. He couldn't hope to surpass Ryia's striking power, but maybe a blade with a little more bite could do the trick... A sudden roar from the lizard promptly ripped the Thunder Chosen from his thoughts. Seeing the creature's jaws nearly upon him in a flash, Lindow barely had time do react. Luckily before things took a turn for the worse, tendrils of water surged forth and seized the beast's maw in their liquid grasp, halting it's attack. Lindow couldn't help but scoff. This was the second time Keres had come to his aid since they had landed on this island. He probably had to thank her when this last beast was squared away. Hastily ducking under Kere's magic to gain some distance from the lizard's mouth, he gripped his right forearm with his left hand whilst pointing all five of his fingers towards the lizard's face. "Hungry?!" Lindow cooed as lighting began to dance around his finger tips. "Eat this!" Heeding Lindow's call, the Third Blade sparked to life, chirping loudly as it rapidly extended until it pierced the lizards right eye. Another deafening roar shook the forest, as the titanic creature violently reared upwards in pain. It's formidable power managing to actually break off the tip Lindow's magic construct, leaving a cyan bolt of magic jotting out of the lizard's eye as it once again put pressure on it's injured leg to launch itself forwards is if it meant to smash into Lindow with the entirety of it's weight. Quite certain that he'd be reduced to paste if he let himself get hit, Lindow hastily dove to the right, narrowly avoiding the large mass heading his way. Lindow cackled madly as a dug his left hand into the rich soil stop his momentum. That was twice now that he could have died. Flexing his right hand to correct the shape of what was left his blade of thunder magic, he shot forward at full speed towards lizard's wounded leg. A flash of cyan light traced the man's path as he closed distance in blur of movement. Roaring with effort, Lindow drove the Third Blade through the damaged connective tissue that was already barely holding together after Ryia's attacks and the explosions, severing the creature's right leg completely.
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“Heh,” Lindow scoffed at the boy’s complaints. “and here I figured you’d be happy to take this big show off down few pegs." He joked whilst the sounds of the other chosen making their moves could be heard behind them. Turning to see the massive lizard struggling beneath a familiar wall of light. “I even wen’t through the trouble of bringing these for us to try…” Lindow smiled deviously before reaching into his pouch and producing two of the greharms he had taken from the cart. Lightly tossing one of cubed explosives towards the young Draken, Lindow raised other's wick and called out into the air for the fire spirit. “Ohhh Ziiyol! Feel like burning something?” Promptly answering the thunder chosen's invitation, Ziiyol manifested in the air between him and Reinaan. As she raised her fans to the tip of the fuse, he could see a look of elation painted across her face. Lindow eyed the spirit of fire intently, ever so slightly weary that she’d set the whole bomb alight and blow his entire arm off in her glee. Thankfully, Ziiyol's magic surprisingly precise; instantly conjuring a tiny flame that began to hungrily run down the wick of the greharm. With his new weapon finally armed, Lindow wasted no time in circling around the creature's side as it pushed up against Madelyn's barrier. "Incoming!" He chirped. Tossing the dwarven contraption towards the back of its right leg, he closed his eye just before the greharm erupted into a sudden explosion. A painful sounding roar followed a wave of heat. "Hm," Opening his eye, Lindow gasped in fascination as he observed the damage. "not bad at all!" The man's expression grew wild as he marveled at the chunk of flesh missing from the back of the lizard's leg. All the while the wounded creature began slamming itself against the wall of light that kept it pinned. Quite eager to continue taking advantage of the situation, Lindow knocked another arrow. Aiming it at the fresh wound, he begun firing one shot after another into his target's exposed flesh.
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"There you are. You're lucky they managed to finish up and get hidden while you were running away." "Running away?" Lindow repeated with a frown. Was she really daft enough to think that he of all people would pass up on fight? Before he could say anything else, a thunderous roar shook the area. It was close. So close that Lindow found himself taking cover behind a nearby tree before he even realized it. After glancing over to be sure that Madelyn had done the same, he silently drew his bow before peaking out into the clearing. Even with the trees obscuring his view, it was obvious that this massive beast was nothing like anything the witch hunter had ever seen before. Soon after, the sounds of it feasting could be heard, even from where Lindow standing. He felt himself breath a sigh of relief. It appeared that they all had managed to go unnoticed somehow. Lindow listened intently for another moment to be sure. "Ah." He mouthed with a deep exhale. With no signs anyone else initiating the attack, he steeled his nerves. Crouching low, Lindow slowly began creep through the forest. Circling to the right around the clearing, he did his best to place himself away from where the other where likely hiding. With the monstrous specimen of a lizard finally in his sights, Lindow took a moment to study its muscular build before nocking an arrow and taking aim. "Let's get started then, shall we?" He chirped as he watched the first shot of the battle soar through he air. His arrow found its mark in the creature's neck, causing the beast to rear up with another titanic roar that shook Lindow entire body. He watched from the brush as it turned its massive head in his direction. Nocking another arrow, Lindow took a deep breath before standing tall so that he was clearly visible. It was apparent that the lizard had spotted him at this point. Though before the creature could drag its hulking mass into motion, Lindow took another shot, intent on taking one of its eyes. The shot dug into the lizards face, missing it's eyeball but still provoking it enough charge towards the tree line. Lindow grimaced. For split second he forgot that this was exactly what he wanted. One would be surprised how quickly twelve feet of fangs and muscle coming at you jogs the memory, however. With the angry lizard and its mouth full of fangs getting closer and closer, Lindow began to quickly back peddle to draw it deeper into tree line. When the beast reached the point where he had been hiding, he turned and broke off into a sprint towards where the other lay in wait. "Here it comes!" The thunder chosen called into the brush ahead as he weaved between the trees. The lizard was not too far behind, easily nocking over the smaller trees as it chased Lindow down.
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"Huh." Lindow met the mule's judgmental look with with a squint. "If it's about your name, take it up with the little one..." He waved the beast of burden off with flap if his wrist has he passed. Propping his foot up onto the cart, the thunder chosen began riffling through the party's inventory in search of equipment that would better suit their new environment. "So thats where those arrows went." The clink and clanks of various materials followed as he searched high and low for a polearm to match Reinaan's mighty halberd. "No. No. No. Oh. Well you certainly aren't a spear, but come along... excuse me my loveli- Aha!" Lindow search persisted for quite few moments before he finally found a group's last remaining javelin under his trusty pile of scimitar. He studied piece of equipment with a skeptical look. Cursing himself for not remembering to retrieve the other javelins that he had hurled over the course of the adventure. It would have to do. After making a few more adjustments to his gear, Lindow was ready to rejoin the battle. Rather sure that his allies would have already dealt with the last of the horned lizards by now, he begun creeping through the trees back towards the fight. They had Reinaan with them, so hopefully an ambush was already in the works for whatever large creature was heading towards the battlefield. If not, he intended to lay low and mount his own sneak attack whilst the beast was distracted with the others.
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Lindow tensed for a moment at the sound of one of Reinaan's reptilian grunts. Nonetheless, seeing the boy come flying to his aid was quite the relief. This relief was short lived however, as a much more threatening sounding roar could be heard in the distance. It was problem for later though. Witnessing the effectiveness of the the fire chosen's skill with the spear against his attacker stoked the flames of violent inspiration for the witch hunter. Shifting his hand away from the hilt of cleaver Lindow sprang into action; drawing his longsword in favor of its sharp point, rather than opting to hack through the beast's hide like he initially intended. Dashing around the opposite side, he quickly pulled back before thrusting the tip of his sword straight into the creature's neck as it tried to yank itself free from Reinaan clutches. The shift in beast's life-force was noticeable almost immediately. As the blood began to drain from its wounds, it begun another frantic struggle against the two chosen with the last of its strength. Though it was all in vain. With Reinaan's monstrous strength keeping the creature pinned, Lindow gave his sword a brutal twist, gripping the hilt tightly as he start to use own strength push blade deeper through their victim's throat. The three of them stood locked in this struggle of a long moment before the creature finally slipped away. "Phew," Lindow grunted with effort as he yanked his blade free from the corpse. Glancing over at the remaining to enemies he noted that they seemed to be even more frantic than before. "think we're stealing someone's lunch?" He turned and threw grin Reinaan's way whilst nodding towards the direction the mysterious roar had came from. It would make sense that these three lizards were fleeing from something when they encountered them... but the man had no idea what kind of creature would prey on beasts so hardy and formidable. He didn't bother trying to imagine either. Their group was a magnet for this sort of thing, so it was undoubtably heading their way. His time would be better spent preparing for the next round than trying to make sense of the situation. With the inspiration from watching Reinaan's engagement moments ago still fresh in his mind, Lindow turned and begun scanning the surrounding area. Spotting the mule and the wagon a safe distance away from the battlefield, the thunder chosen begun weaving through the trees without a word. The man was intent on leaving the others to finish off the rest of horned lizards, whilst he worked on adapting his combat strategy to this new island and its inhabitants.
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Lindow took in a deep breath of the forest air as the party took their first steps deeper into the tree line. There was familiar sensation of energy radiating all around them. Magic. Though he was never formally trained in the arcane, his body recognized this feeling from the countless nights it had spent prowling through witch territory- It was as if he was working again. He listened in as Keres and Madelyn went into a brief explanation of the elves and their effect on the plant life; confirming his hunch about the magic in the air, as well stoking his interest in meeting the natives. The witch hunter licked his lips at the prospect of clashing blades with the warriors of the forest. If they moved anything like Damien, then they would certainly be worth hacking through their precious woods to seek out. It didn't take long after that for the party to be greeted with their first taste of the locals. Three massive lizards. Each brandishing an impressing set of horns and a shield like frill to aid in their charge. Focusing his attention on the creature that was heading right for him, Lindow let the beast get in close before quickly drifting to the right, avoiding the collision at the last minute. With the creature's side visible on the pass, he pounced without hesitation. Clinging tightly to the warmth of its scaly hide, he sensed a new wave of panic roll through its massive body. Sparks of thunder magic had already begun to chirp and dance around the air, and before his prey could shake him off Lindow let off a Discharge at point blank range. The creature began to violently spasm. It's legs locking, causing it to groan and fall to its side as it succumbed paralysis. Kicking off it's body to avoid being crushed, Lindow brought himself to a skidding halt on the forest floor before bringing his hand up to the handle of cleaver that rested on his back. Without a word he dashed forward with the intention of dealing the killing blow. Only to suddenly realize that in his haste he had put himself roughly in the path of the third lizard's charge. He pivoted awkwardly. Wrestling with the momentum he had gained in preparation for his own attack, the thunder chosen struggled to shift his footing to avoid being ran down.
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"Huh. That really puts a lot of things into perspective... I thought it was just nature that dictated we all hate each other." Lindow's brow furrowed in thought as he peered down at Keres. Part of him was scanning to see if she was lying. After all he had never heard such a story before. The people that had pulled him from gutter and raised him in his past life cared very little for anything that wouldn't help him swing a sword better. The only tales he ever heard amongst the cruel and brooding ranks of the Abyss Seekers, were those of glorious battle, and the horrors that man inflicted each other. Though he had always noticed the disparity in populations between the races, he would never have come to the conclusion that the humans were so directly responsible until now. Something that Madelyn said also stood out to him. "Enslaved spirits, huh?" Lindow spoke softly in that moment. Uttering the words made him aware of the whisperings that always seemed just out of ear shot. The Emperor. Had this tyrant of old used a power like the grey woman's to absorb spirit magic? It was a stretch, but parhaps it would be worth while to investigate the legend further in hopes of shedding some light on his own situation. "How fascinating. Thanks, little Madelyn and Keres." He spoke up again with a grin after a few moments of thought. "I can't wait to see what heights we'll reach by the end of our journey. Now let's get going shall we?" With a new breeze in his sails, Lindow moved to take his first steps onto the bridge. All the while humming a cheery tune to push the indecent whisperings back into the ambient noise.
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Lindow was visibly disappointed that they had trekked all the way to the minotaur camp for nothing, nonetheless he chose to keep it to himself as the group made their way back to town. With the preparations completed and their party reassembled, the chosen made their way to the large bridge that that would allow them passage to Flomest. Nodding a thanks to the pair of knights that had greeted them when they first arrived on this island a few days ago, Lindow took a step towards the bridge before glancing down to see Keres staring out into the towering woods that waited for them on the other side. "I've been meaning ask you..." He addressed the water mage whilst joining her in taking a long look towards their next destination. "The minotaur chief spoke of a past emperor, and something akin to a mass extermination of the other races, right? Not that it sounds out character or anything... but I couldn't help but wonder how us frail humans could pull something like that off. Have you ever come across something about it in those books of yours?"
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"You worked together with her to destroy what I meant to use to give this land back to our people. After it had been slowly taken over by the other races. You've done us a grave injustice. And then you dare to show your faces here. For what? To mock us for our failure!?" As expected, it didn't take long for an air of hostility to set in amongst the tribesmen. Not only had Madelyn ripped them off, but the chosen had directly foiled their plans for an uprising. Lindow took a moment to process the chief's words. He found the fact that they already knew about the destruction of the demon gate to somewhat impressive, but was sure that the minotaurs had no intention of revealing their methods... "We'd sooner write you letter instead of hiking out here to gloat." Lindow said with a shrug whilst positioning himself to stand before the chief. "What you were seeking would have corrupted you... twisted your bodies and minds into monsters." He paused for moment to be sure the surrounding villagers were also listening. "We saw it ourselves. The demons are able use the gates to invade this realm. You think the other races are bad? If these creatures were allowed to crossover in mass, you'd be thankful to have some neighbors with walls nearby." "You're clearly the leader here, so use your head. It seems you know we already took care of the gate, so what reason would we have to put our necks on the line to come out and lie to you?" Lindow stared straight into the chief's eyes with confidence, watching the other man for any sign of aggressive intent.
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Lindow looked back and forth between Ryia and Minotaur camp as the girl spoke. It was clear that tribe seemed to be amidst preparation for some kind of migration... On one hand, this meant that they weren't going to have to risk waltzing into a fully fortified enemy camp, but other side of that coin was that the locals would be even less keen to being amicable to a group of armed outsiders. "Was there well, uh, anything else?" Ryia finished with a question as she looked to the group. It seemed that her resolve was still strong, but it was clear that the earth chosen was beginning to realize that this may not be their brightest idea yet. "Nope." Lindow responded with a shrug before starting his advance. His gaze lingered on the towering figure that Madelyn had deemed the chief. That one was certainly going to be his man if things dissolved into an outright conflict. Having had the good fortune of not crossing blades with a Minotaur up until now, Lindow was rather pleased that his fist- or last dance would be with such an impressive specimen. "Let's just get this over with, shell we? The last thing we need is for it to get dark and they mistake us for an ambush..." The thunder chosen motioned forward with a wave as he made his way towards the entrance of the village. For better or worse it was time settle their dealings with this tribe once and for all.
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Lindow eyed Keres curiously as the she quickly put herself between him and the mule. For a moment the man thought he could sense the slightest sparks of a stare down between them, but it was too hard to read her emotions through that blank stare. Shrugging, he stepped past the water mage with noticeable caution before tucking the teleportation device away on the cart and joining the others in their search for a place to eat. When they final sat down at table, Lindow listened intently as Reinaan and Ryia started up the discussion of what their next objective would be. Once again Ryia expressed her interested in dealing with the minotaur tribe, despite the fact that the threat of them stumbling across the Demon Gate was no longer a problem. This didn't come as much as a surprise, but Lindow couldn't help but wonder if the Earth Chosen had taken into account that the tribe would likely be very displeased with them after their past interactions, and even more so once they discover what they did to the Demon Gate. With this in mind, he opened his mouth, only to immediately closed it again when he heard Keres speak up first. "Do...we know if they did anything...harmful?" "From what we've heard, it seems that they've withdrawn from interaction with the town but nothing aggressive..." Lindow said before looking across to Ryia. "yet." Though his outward demeanor was calm, he felt a wicked excitement at the thought of testing the strength the last boss soul had given him. "I'm sure they'd be more than eager to try doing us some harm if we stroll into their camp though." Funnily enough, when he said it out loud it didn't sound like too bad of time. Perhaps the group would find themselves gaining even more power if they faced the minotaur of the tribe... at least one of their warriors must have a soul worth harvesting, right? Hell, maybe they all had boss souls! It would be shame not to at least have a gander. "Hm, could be fun..." He said almost to himself then gave the Earth Chosen a hardy thumbs up. "I'm in. Shall we deal with them tomorrow then?"
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Lindow was sure stand a few feet away from Ryia as she strolled through the street holding the ten "greharms" that the halfling trio had provided. After all the dialogue that had been in exchanged in the tent moments prior, he was grateful for the brief silence amongst the three chosen as they exited the scene. He didn't bother to say anything initially when the they finally reunited with Keres either. As the girls shared a brief greeting, Lindow watched with a bored expression as Keres struggled with one of the crossbows from the groups collection. An offshoot of buyer's gilt tickles his neck, as the man glanced skeptically between the bow he had just bought and the haggard look that Keres had about her. With a sigh he skulked over to where Keres's was standing and begun helping her load up the cart. "Parsnip." It would have been easy to miss if Lindow hadn't already begun to grow used to catching the girl's chirps and gasps in the wind. "Agreed. I'm starving..." He called over his shoulder as he reached down to pluck up the artifact that they used to traverse the islands. It seemed to have once again regained its power after the destruction of the Demon Gate... meaning that the Chosen were free to leave at any time they pleased. Lindow felt himself smiling. Raising the charged teleportation device up for the others to see he said, "Shall we discuss our next move over a meal?"
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"Meet Big Mama." The woman beamed. "With enough power to explode a fortress wall! It can be yours today if you want it, and I know you want it, and have the gold. Usually we'd sell this for ten-thousand gold but for you I can part with it for 9,990!" This prompted a round of applause from the other two, causing the Thunder Chosen to crack a smile. Having been quietly observing the halfling trio since the beginning of the interaction, Lindow finally chimed in when their antics seemed to reach the crescendo. "Huh." He studied the device for a long moment, doing his best to picture how one would even go about throwing it at a fortress wall without getting caught in the blast. They'ed need a catapult... "That's very kind of you, but I'm afraid we're in the market for smaller booms today." Lindow gave an apologetic wave to the two that had gone through the trouble of wheeling Big Mama over to greet the Chosen. "My draken friend may not be too concerned, but I think we would prefer something light and throwable for our eyebrow's sake... if you've got anything that can be shot with a bow, all the better."
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Lindow stepped forward promptly after Reinaan addressed the smith. The damage to his black leather armor was quite obvious, but it was the far more subtle wear and strain on his blades that was the primary concern of the thunder chosen. Fatigue from the day made peeling off his scorched gear far more of a chore than it should been, but nonetheless Lindow let out a sigh of sweet relief when he was finally free the clutches of his equipment. Now in a noticeable better mood, Lindow rolled his shoulders, finding a new appreciation for the comfort of his street clothes as he listened in on the exchange between Reinaan and the smith about a merchant that dealt in explosives. "Oh, sounds right up little Keres's alley." Lindow smirked. The Fire Chosen's interests weren't only ones who were peaked... It certainly wouldn't hurt to add something that packed an extra punch to their arsenal- seeing as they were up against demons and the sort. Turning to Reinaan with the look of mischievous child Lindow nudged the lad with an elbow as he spoke. "Luckily, we do make it our business to ask question, right?" From there on Lindow begun to inquire about the location this merchant, and as he chatted with smith, the man's eye was caught by a bow amongst the many wears. Having already been handling the gold to pay for his repairs, the witch hunter figured two hundred more wouldn't hurt if it were in the spirit further expanding their armory With the transaction complete, Lindow nodded thankfully to the smith. Happily slinging freshly bought ranged weapon over his shoulder, he turned on his heel towards the direction of explosive merchant, only to spot Ryia approaching from where that had first arrived. Waving over to the Earth Chosen to get her attention, the man let at out a small sigh when he realized that it would probably make sense to wait for the girl since she also had business with the blacksmith. "That was quick." He greeted Ryia with slight smile.
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A shadow hung over Lindow as he trudged slowly near the rear of the party. He had somehow managed to stay on his feet the whole way back thanks to Ryia’s help, leaving him visibly embarrassed by the prospect needing a shoulder to lean on the entire time. Even though Madeyln’s magic had mended his burns, the Thunder Chosen’s body seemed to be still very much aware of the punishment it had been through. The battle for the second gate... though he had gained more strength in the end, the fatigue left him a very glum and sooty looking scarecrow that slumped near the Earth Chosen for support. Feeling Madelyn’s glare, he simply pretended not hear the girl whilst peering up at the roof of a nearby building- much to the displeasure of the family of pigeons roosting in the gutter. He felt himself silently scoff at the her concerns. As if he could ever take an interest in someone so weak… "I do believe that her bedside manner may need some work..." He sighed to Ryia the moment Madelyn was out of earshot. "but nobody can say she wasn’t useful.” They certainly wouldn't have found their target without her, and her warning provided some food for thought in regards to the powers of the Chosen and the effects on the body. After listening intently to the exchange between Keres and Rienann, Lindow said nothing at first in favor of watching Damien fiddle with his blade before taking his leave. The weapon's magical qualities hadn't flown under the witch hunter's radar in the last fight, but for now he would just have to be patient in regard to the elven blade's secrets. "Never thought I'd say this, but I think I've had my fill thrills the day!" He cooed over to Keres before turning to Reinaan and giving the boy a tired look. "Anyone care to join me in buying more stuff? My gear could use some repairs, and I've gotten a few new ideas I'd like to explore after that last fight. I'm sure I'm not the only one..."
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Being far too stubborn to let himself rest on a battlefield, Lindow struggled in vain against his body's protests whilst the last of the their foes were exterminated. Nonetheless, it was only after the gate was destroyed and he was able to take in the power from the boss soul, did the Thunder Chosen find the strength force his vessel into submission. "They're stable but...well, maybe they'll be able to walk soon. But if they have to fight again I doubt they'd last long." Madelyn's words were the final push he needed to slowly lean up with groan. "Don't... be so sure." Lindow's voice shook with effort as shouldered the burden of supporting himself on his good arm so that he could look up at the girl. Her frown brought back memories from a past he no longer identified with. In this wounded state the man felt closer Joseph than he preferred, and with that came a creeping sense of weakness that damn near a pathogen to the Lindow persona. In this moment his desire for strength flared enormously, subconscious prompting his body to begin metabolizing the boss soul's power to that end. "You're an absolute mess. And I don't just mean physically." Lindow wasn't sure how to respond at first. His gaze narrowed slightly has he toyed with he idea that maybe this girl had seen something within him whilst they were connected via her magic. Was such a thing possible? He thought back to the hazy image of the women from his dreams, and how he was able to reach out to her with his mind if he tried hard enough. I suppose I'll have to keep an open mind The witch hunter thought to himself as he shifted with noticeable wince. Though it wasn't as if he had much of a say, with so many guests and visitors... "Care to explain?" He replied with a pained half smile.
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Lindow smirked at the woman's comment about his carefree attitude. Was she so blinded by fear that she couldn't appreciate the glory of this battle?! He didn't completely blame her. It wasn't too long ago that he himself would have assumed this situation were insurmountable, but after the many foes the Chosen had slain they had become strong. With each seemingly impossible situation group had thrusted before them, they had found new power at the end of their struggles. This guardian and it's fiends were no different. No matter how formidable, they were necessary steps on the path to becoming the strongest. The way he saw it, if the group couldn't make through this, then all their plans for the future were doomed to fail regardless. Watching as the mages barely managed to save Damien, Lindow reached back into his pouch and grabbed one of the potions he kept hidden there. Quickly downing the bottle just before Ryia begun her exchange with the frost bitten imp. He admired the rare glimpse at the the earth Chosen's ferocity for a long moment, before shifting his focus back to lion, now sure that Ryia would be able to hold her own against the demons that had appeared on the outside of the battle. After tossing empty container over his shoulder, Lindow cupped his hand above his mouth and whistle over to Reinaan who quickly turned to meet his gaze. Having fought alongside the boy quite a few times now, the Thunder Chosen knew that words were unnecessary. A slight nod was enough to convey his intentions, and his smirk turned into a grin as he watched the young Draken look between him and the beast before confidently flaring his nostrils and returning the nod right back. Lovely. This was why the boy was his favorite. With their plan settled, Lindow dashed forward with renewed vigor. Slashing at the lion's hind legs with his Cleaver, he felt his whole body tighten up as the creature roared before suddenly spinning around to blast its attacker with a torrent of flame. After rolling backwards to avoid being cooked, the Thunder Chosen noticed a shadow indicating movement from above. His instincts took hold before he could even think of dodging again. Feeling his free hand grip one of the swords on his hip, Lindow glanced up and gave into his impulse, swing the short blade up into the lion's paw just as it came slamming down and sent him tumbling away. As he struggled to catch himself, the witch hunter caught a glimpse of Reinaan finally making his move and climbing atop the creature's back once more. Determined to keep the beast's attention, Lindow brought himself to halt before quickly dropping the Bandit Cleaver so that he could send a throwing blade flying towards the flame spitting head. Unsurprisingly, the lion took this provocation as in indicator the more flames were necessary, forcing Lindow to leave his Cleaver behind or risk being ashes around the hilt. Diving to the side once again before breaking off into full sprint, Lindow tossed another blade towards the creature's gaping mouth to very little effect... The man bore smile regardless, however. Seeing that Reinaan had managed to get into position at last, Lindow flexed his palm and began gathering the remainder of the Thunder Spirit's power.
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Lindow looked on with no small amount of fascination as he surveyed the battlefield to see where he was most needed next. He found his gaze lingering on Reinaan for the longest. The boy seemed to be in his element- not fire, but atop a creature that he quite frankly had no business mounting... It seemed to be working for him however, and after seeing the lad tumble to the ground relatively unscathed Lindow turned his attention to the mages once more. Arriving behind the girls whilst Keres was in the midst of using a jet of water to keep the attacking imp and a distance, the Thunder Chosen quickly made his presence known by appearing at the Keres's side with he Bandit Cleaver's in hand. Though little mage seemed startled by his sudden arrival, her magic held true and continued to pound at the imp, forcing it to use its good arm to defend as it slowly tried to push past the watery defense. Seeing this as an opportunity, Lindow plunged his blade the torrent of water, adding it's immense pressure to his own strength as he sprinted down the length Kere's attack, cleaving through the demon's arm and sending it's tiny body flying backwards from the pair's combined might. "There's more!" The witch hunter snarled with effort as hastily followed the remaining flow of water to avoid having his blade ripped from his grip. Reaching out as digging his claws into the air itself, he grinned as the space ahead of him began to chirp and screech into a web of cyan lighting that bit into the soaking wet imp as it fell to the ground a few feet ahead. Lindow heard a small yelp from behind as he continued his offensive, perhaps little Keres had been closer than he thought... Still smoking from the super conducted Discharge, the armless demon slumped down the ground as Lindow closed the distance, only to suddenly spring forward with its mouth agape when the man entered striking distance. "hm," Having dealt with this kind of attack twice now already, Lindow was prepared. In a blur of movement, the Thunder Chosen quickly smashed his buckler into the creature's mouth with all of his might, knocking its twisted form upwards off the ground before pivoting to end it's life with a brutal downwards stroke from the Bandit's Cleaver. "Phew," Slamming the tip of the large blade down into the cave floor, Lindow used it to support himself as he took a moment steady his breathing after such extensive use of the Bandit Cleaver. "sorry to keep you waiting, ladies." He addressed the two mages whilst turning his attention to rest of the battlefield.
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Lindow could just barely bring his buckler up to brace himself before the second imp's first slammed into his shoulder. Stumbling slightly from the creature's supernatural strength, there was no time to retake his stance before the imp's right had came flying like a spear towards his midsection. Pivoting on his heel, the witch hunter swayed to the side, very narrowly avoiding being impaled. He could feel the creature's claws graze the face of his shield as he shifted his weight and brought the Bandit Cleaver up high to slash at the extended limb. The wound was deep. But still not quite deep enough to render the arm useless... The roars of the gate's guardian and the cries his allies bounced around the room once more. Though Lindow had no attention to spare the battles of the other chosen. Watching as the imp swung it's arm up in around, the man raised his cleaver up in a defensive stance just in time to block a hammering blow from above. The impact was great, causing his knees to buckling under the strain. Struggling to keep standing under the immense pressure, Lindow watched as the demon pulled back the arm he had just injured. "Crap." He cursed at the sight another spear attack heading his way fast. Forced to think quickly, he manifested his shadow once again to intercept the blow a mere foot away. Dipping out of the struggle just as the wall of darkness obscured the creature's vision, Lindow quickly whipped his cleaver around in a wide arc to slash at the arm that had been pinning him down. The damage was more noticeable this time but still shy from lopping the limb clean off. Nonetheless, he kept up his offensive, using his speed suddenly close the distance and thrust the tip of the short sword into the demon's face. Even Lindow found the imp's alien hissing unsettling. With his attack throwing the living nightmare into frenzy, he opted to let the unwieldy cleaver clatter to the ground as he felt the demon's hands begin to curl around his shoulders. Staring down a grizzly death, the Thunder chosen pushed closer to his assailant, seamlessly grabbing a dagger from his belt and plunging it into the side the imp's head whilst twisting the short sword deeper into its face. The imp persisted in pulling its prey in closer despite the severity of its wounds. Snapping its jaws wildly, it did its best it take a bite out of Lindow's face even as he pushed and pulled his blades apart as trying to pull the creature's head apart. Luckily its vitality didn't last much longer, and moments later Lindow was left tangled in the mess of its butchered corpse with his face intact aside for the damage he had came with. After shaking off the body his attacker, Lindow hastily pulled his blades free before returning them to their scabbards just in time to spot the lion heading towards the mages and the remaining imps. Glimpsing Reinaan clinging to the massive creature's neck, Lindow quickly scooped up the Bandit Cleaver before dashing over to help the mages before they were crushed by the guardian our torn apart by demons.
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Lindow's eye narrowed when the lion chose to take his attack rather than counter with its ice again. Was there some kind of limitation to the creature's ability in play there? Unfortunately there wasn't much time to mull it over. Letting himself fall back off Ryia's rock wall to avoid a swipe from the claws, he landed on his feet before dipping out of cover to continue the fight. By then Reinaan had joined the party, making Lindow feel a little bit better about Damien's wild movements. Even when one of lion's head lashed out with a jet of flame, Lindow's confidence in their number advantage didn't wilt a bit. As the attack approached Lindow smirked, readying himself dodge only to be caught off guard by a sudden blast of water from his side. "..." In an instant the flames were replaced by hissing steam. Leaving Lindow slightly drenched as he turned just in time to see Keres shift her gaze away. Moments later the lion's roar welcomed four alien creatures onto the battlefield. Their forms were repulsive, appearing more dead than alive with their dragging limbs and wicked looking jaws. "I'm on it." Lindow called out to his allies before drawing the Bandit Cleaver. Stepping forward as if walking off a ledge, the man fell straight down into his shadow without a sound. Resurfacing from the shadow of one of the infernal creatures, the Thunder Chosen bursted through the veil of darkness with a wide swing from his blade. Having intended to remove the thrall's head from its body, Lindow was surprised to see that it had managed to raise its arm in defense at the last second. The thrall launched its counter before its severed limb even hit the floor. Swinging its remaining arm its assailant as if it cared not for its on life. Lindow used the Cleaver to defend, shocked by the thing's massive strength despite its size. He struggled against the creature's grasp for a long moment, before being forced to act again when imp ran forward to take a bite out of him. "I don't think so..." Lindow's words prompted his shadow to rise up between the two combatants with a small opening in its chest. Quickly drawing his short sword, the thunder chosen stabbed through the tangible silhouette. He felt the thrall begin to thrash around at the end of his blade despite the steel digging deeper into its throat with every move. Realizing that the strange creature still had some fight in it, Lindow growled and twist his sword violently, driving it into where the brain would normally be. Eventually the thrall stopped moving, allowing him to pull his blade free. Sensing movement behind him, Lindow pivoted into the Abyss Seeker's defensive stance and awaited the next creature's attack.
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Lindow's eye flickered to Damien once again as they group stood off against the Gate's Guardian. Recalling the other man's decent into madness during the battle with the fire elemental, the question how a second dose of the Demon Gate's vile aura would effect him was suddenly very relevant. Turning his attention to his own state of being, Lindow realized that he been bearing his teeth in a wild grin the whole time. Though below the surface the Thunder Chosen's body was filled to the brim with a nervous energy that flowed down his spine and caused his sword hand to tremble ever so slightly. The Gate's presence stirred the emptiness inside of him... but luckily he knew exactly how to fill it. As if reading his mind, Ryia stepped up and led the charge. Watching the Earth Chosen narrowly avoid the lions initial lunge, Lindow sprinted forward to join her battle. Reaching the festivities just as Ryia called out, "i-it's magic!" Lindow got low before springing atop her wall of earth with two throwing knives in his grasp. "So are we." His voice hummed with power as he sent the two flashes of steel flying towards the lion's head that boasted the red fur and black mane. In the same moment he let out a Discharge that angrily chirped and crackled in the air between him and the creature. Though it seemed Lily's magic wasn't strong enough stun the beast, and before the blades could make contact, they were frozen solid by the blue head's frost breath. "Tsk," By the time the first two blades clanged to the floor, Lindow had already plucked another from his bandolier and tossed it towards the ice breathing face. He watched closely for the lion's next move, poising himself to punish the half that moved to defend with a slash to the side from the Bandit Cleaver.
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Lindow took a deep as he shook his blade free of what remained of the slimes. They were no warriors, but these creatures actually managed to give the party more trouble than expected. Kicking a pile of ooze to the side, he scoffed. "My apologies. I guess you were worth killing after all..." Were his parting words as he followed the group further down the cavern. "Oh. Because slimes are sticky." He listened idly as the others bantered, only looking away from examining walls the ruins when he thought he heard Keres make a jest. "You two should go into comedy if we survive all this." He chirped dryly despite knowing the girl would fail to find humor in her genuine musing. When the group reached the next crossroad, Lindow simply slowed his stride rather than stopping completely. There didn't seem to be any question to where their path would lead, and after hearing Damien and Ryia both express the same desire, Lindow pointed ahead. "Shall we?"
