<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He watched the group chat for a bit, his eyes turning to everyone. The demon lady didn't have any weapons that he could see, but assumed her claws were her weapons. His eyes went to the twins, the apparently gambler who wielded a lance and shield, and his sister, who wielded a....scythe? His eyes furrowed and he snorted slightly. Each to their own, he guessed. He turned to the self exclaimed best chef and saw he had a sword, the most practical out of the three so far. He just snorted in thought to himself. He wouldn't mind traveling with them, but they didn't seem like terribly dangerous. He didn't know what kind of magic they possessed, but he could probably take them. Maybe not the demon chick. She seemed a lot faster than he thought, and a heavy hitter if the hug was any proof.<br/>
Turning his head, he looked at the "Priestess" and her bodyguard, and his eyes narrowed slightly. The bodyguard gave him a strange vibe, and he assumed he was already skilled with the blades he carried before the power boosts. He tightened his grip on his staff, his eyes flicking to the group,<br/>
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He raised a brow when the body guard, now named Cain, drew daggers on Sera. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Huh, racism, how quaint."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he growled out, but didn't move as Jason moved in front. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Be careful with who you cross blades with, <i>chef</i>. I doubt he is a guardian because of his good looks and charming personality."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he warned, his eyes flickering to Jason and Cain. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Besides, "daemons" as they call it, may be assholes. Though I must say <i>Guardian</i>, I'd threaten to stick my staff up your ass, but the stick there wouldn't give me any room to work with."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he said while resting said staff against himself. When he heard the beep, his eyes widened in curiosity, before looking at Jason. Huh, he took his cellphone, that was a curious choice, but he didn't care personally.<br/>
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He just nodded to Jason's words, but kept his eye on Cain. He assumed everyone knew how to use a weapon somewhat, but if he was, only he and those two hand any actual battle experience. He would keep himself between the two just in case anyone got antsy. He didn't want to die at the spawn zone. He doubted Hades would let that go. He kept his eyes on Jason and Cain as he walked quietly, keeping himself on edge. When he turned to look at Jason again, he saw him walking to the guard. He grimaced slightly at the toll, but assumed they would be able to do something. When the guard knocked the civilian down, he saw Jason rush towards the guard. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Um, chef, I don't think we should get invol- oh alright then." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">he spoke, but then sighed as he was ignored. He just shook his head, turning to look to the rest. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"What's the worst he's going to do, he wouldn't kill a guard right?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he asked with a snort, but his eyes moved to Jason as he unsheathed his sword. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Okay, maybe he's just going to threate-"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he paused and then groaned when Jason ran the guard threw with his blade, before the fight began. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"....and he killed a guard. I swear to whatever gods you worship I'm going to kill him if they don't."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he cursed before stepping forward. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Okay, plan time. One of you keep an eye on those two, the other, on me. We need to help the fool of a chef, if only for the map." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">he said while pointing a thumb to the Priestess and Cain. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"I'd ask you to help Guardian, but I doubt you'd go anywhere away her."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> He turned to Sera, nodding. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"You're welcome to join, but try not to get killed while I'm not looking. I'd hate to think you'd die before the next "checkpoint.". "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he said, before rushing forward to the battle.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">His mind wandered to how he could cast magic as he saw Jason begin to get overwhelmed by the numbers. He hadn't tried yet, but the spirit thing sounded interesting. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on how to possibly summon it, and right as he was about to give up, he felt something click. Then, it was like a rush of sorts, filling his every cell, it was hard to explain in words. His eyes shot open as he felt his blood pumping faster. He felt good, REALLY good. He found himself in the fray quickly than he thought as well, much to his and the guards' surprise. He lifted his staff to block a swing from a guard, before counterattacking, hitting the man in the neck with an end of his staff. When he heard the crack of his neck being snapped, his eyes widened. Huh, he couldn't do that before. He saw the man turn into crystals on the ground, his brow raising. A loot system, intriguing. This world was strange indeed. Maybe he wouldn't kill Jason after this. Maybe.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"You know, I'm pretty sure we haven't been here 30 minutes and you just made us criminals, and I'm pretty sure the sentence to murder is death. Have you ever heard the word diplomacy? And for God's sake, time your swings better. You're most open to counterattacks when you strike a man, especially when outnumbered."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he called out to Jason, before blocking another attack, kicking a man in the chest, hearing his ribs break. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"See? It's easy to counter with a bad swing."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> He turned and used his moment to send the leg into another man's head, gritting his teeth when he felt his foot break the man's skull, before he dissipated as well. He had killed before, rarely, but expected to feel a hint of remorse, which he couldn't seem to find. He just shrugged, before ducking out of the way of an arrow that nearly got him in the head. Turning his head to Jason, he called out again. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Don't get cold feet now, you started this, finish it. I hope it was worth the two gold."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he spoke dryly as he grabbed a guard's head and slammed his own into it, causing the man to crumple unconscious, but not dead. He felt a blade graze is left side a he was occupied. Growling, he swung his staff to the left, and heard another crack. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Damn you, I just got this! Hades is gonna kill me."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he yelled out, unconsciously using the earth in his general vicinity to hinder some of the guards' movement around him, keeping his attacks on the counter offensive, focusing more on not getting hit. He could see a few magic casters attempt to hit him, but he used the guards' bodies as make shift shields, his eyes darting around so he wouldn't get attack from behind. His defense wasn't entirely perfect, suffering a few grazes and a hit from the back from a lightning bolt. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"I don't know what kind of magic this is, but holy hell is it good."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> he muttered to himself, closing his hand into a fist, before sending it at a guard's face, who after a sickening crunch and gurgled scream, dropped to the ground, unconscious. Everything he did was quicker and helluva lot stronger. He could hit hard normally, but not enough to crack ribs and necks with a single kick or swing. He could get used to this, he thought with a grin.<br/>
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