System:Of The Ugly

The scene: It was as if yours truly had stumbled on a barren world of grotesque women dying for a taste of an only man, I could only describe it as such as I tore and blasted their rocky flesh one after the other yet their lust to gobble and molest a young Magus was never yielding or simmering.

They cared not for demise, not that I expected them to know of demise, they were mindless beasts pushing and climbing over the other in the narrow path where I had shot many thundering Bangs making my stand.

It was as though I was enjoying a desperate fight, my grin widened and grew more diabolical in this losing battle for land against these rising high tidal waves of black and red.

I couldn't see more of the absurd Knight and his steed as they rode down the falling and killing steep of the mountain, a sight which was daunting to the eyes but in the world of power-borns and perks; all were possible, however as my hands were tied I couldn't keep track of him and his armour.

<Alert!>

<Mana is below 20%!>

"Use the thing, the potion thing!"

<You have regained 250 mana!>

"Don't just stop there use more of it!" I yelled.

<Reminder!>

<Instant restore has a CD of 20 seconds!>

<Master would have to use hand to hand combat soon. However Master stats are rising from Adrenaline Rush!>

"Plus stats and a brawl? Well way to commit soldier!!"

News which made my heart throbbed more, exhilarating my grin as I turned more into a spawn of devil myself.

<Adrenaline Rush: 8%>

My stats were rising along with my rouge pink hair and so was my bloodlust, killing and shooting these abominations was now a drug that I wanted more of.

All the while Bang-Dem unleashed hell upon these abominations reloading was easier with my high dexterity and a Magus only needed a single hand to do so, who else but a badass Magus.

Enchanted shots and normal shots etched in with every bullet, my other arm hoisted a finger-gun of its own through which I casted spells periodically as I used my skill Again! over and over but in return my mana was drained like pouring water into an unquenchable and leaking barrel always hungry for more, I burnt out of mana sooner than I could refill until I was completely dried.

"Fuck it! Hahahah!" I laughed in the face of what was to be my demise, out running these uglies was but impossible too.

<Adrenaline Rush: 9.67%>

A slow regenerating mana wasn't enough to cast me a single fireball, only my gun and its regular bullets were left as projectiles to be thrown, "At least I got a thousand of these bad boys!" said I, as my finger never never stopped squeezing to Bang-Dem's command.

I never had the luxury of thinking why does my bullets damage these Hellspawns and in the present nothing mysterious mattered if it works, my stats were rising rapidly as my adrenaline rush grew, it became the only good thing in the moment.

Sooner or later I would have to punch and crumble their rocky bodies. The thought alone pumped more blood into thy veins, however I was never sure if some boosted stats were enough for me to go hand to hand with the horde but for now I just had to bang away with Bang-Dem.

Shots after shots their mindless crowding worked in my favour although they were unending I managed to step back giving me more feet to distance myself away but just behind me now was the thick mist which now came back after the massive horn had done its magic.

Then I started hearing a battle cry, and a sound among their chattering; I heard a rhythmic beats of gallops charging in and from the horde.

Then;

I saw two Hellspawns, a single legged freak with only a mouth for a head sent hurdling and crashing at the mountain wall followed by a crocodilian tier four knocked high up in the air, both coming from amidst the thick horde, both crumbling soon after.

What followed then was a chain of knocked up Hellspawns only growing by the numbers with every beat of the steed's gallop sounding closer to a Magus, then finally I saw him, a top a majestic black steed with a silver and blue armour with golden patterns; On his side was a gargantuan lance, a lance which Knight's used in the many fantasy games that I've played only bigger and more colossal, near to a size of a full grown tree;

Knocking any and all, impaling some and crushing the others he made a charge and charged he did towards where I was standing stunned, 'So fucking cool!' I thought with twinkling eyes, the chattering Hellspawns and their thirst for my blood was not enough a distraction from the sight of the majestic being of fantasies coming for my rescue.

Finally! He broke and trample through from way back the horde and now to where I was, a single man stampede which bulldozed the Hellspawns who crawled for my head and impaling a hammerheaded Hellspawn shattering its heart right beneath my feet.

And there! Be our first meet as he grabbed me by the hood of my hoodie throwing me at his steed as he rode us further up the path.

The mists paved way for the noble steed as we then stood not too a far away.

His every air was overwhelming, the majestically huge steed, his gargantuan lance, his armor which bore the might of ten thousand men and most of all was his head piece, which spared no cracks for the eyes to see through; Nay! his was all armour. A Faceless Knight, all steel or whatever, the coolest I have had yet to see, the coolest of armours, melting my eyes from the shine of his epicness, leaving my grinning mouth to drool on his cool.

Until he set me down as he spoke; and that was when he left me with straight lines for eyes, my admiration for his glory vanished in a quick dissipating smoke.

"Fear not! Young Sir!" he quaked as he mouted of from the tall horse, "A knight hath cometh for thee!"

"The fuck!? Fuck you man! Whyy?" I begged, for why he tortured his majestic self with words of that calibre.

"I know not of fucks! I be a knight and fret NOT! These vile spawns of Lucifer shall embrace the scorching slumps of hell!" he proclaimed and it was clear to me that he lived by those words.

Never was I so displeased with what the ear hears as judged by what the eye sees.

Luckily I sighed as he didn't bursted out to a dance with every over the top words he would quake and sang.

"Wretched abominations! Unholy creations! Rest thee well Young Sir! I! Sir Pendragon shall cleanse this land!" he roared, righteous and a standing he had as the prime of honour.

With words that murdered his regal, beautiful and majestic armour he then shred loud a resounding battle cry, "COME ALL! TASTE THY STEEL!"

He roared;

Charging down the oncoming horde, the giant lance than morphed into an equally large and crushing greatsword more than twice the size of yours truly, resting it on his mighty cauldron he tackled and knocked the first wave of the Hellspawns down to stumble as some fell of the narrow path.

A human cannonball, slaughtering all with a greatsword, with every swing he rid more than three of these abominations, he was well versed with quick slashes nighly impossible to make the mind comprehend.

What power would one need to swing a mighty steeled tree?

I could hear the swooshing of winds coming from his mighty swings. No matter his ugly words the knight offered me a perfect chance for me to recover, my mana was now ten percent and rising.

And strangely as I observed the knight thrashing all those beasts, I find that; my bloodlust I now could control more.

<Adrenaline Rush: 9.99%!>

And still; and yet the massive horde still seemed unending.