After the battle we rested for about an hour or so. Feeling healthy , we set out once again. We walked another hour or so and eventually made it to a gloomy swamp. I've never seen a swamp before so this was a big experience to me. However, at my displease, something flew out of the swamp and struck our Dragoon right in his armor. It was an arrow. Now swamps just don't randomly shoot out arrows; with this logic I called out to whomever was hiding.
A tall, buff man walked out from the swamp, he was distinctly camouflaged, for he was only about 10 feet in front of us when he fired his arrow.
Question 3: People of this race are powerful warriors. They originated from the Altepa Desert.
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However, he has been having trouble keeping the fiends under control. He said that some of them were beginning to escape and destroy the local villages.
This was the perfect time for a proposition. We needed more people in our party, so I suggested that if he were to join our party, we would help him with his monster problem. Taking in consideration his job and responsibilities, he agreed to my terms and joined our party.
With our 4th member, we entered the uncharted swamp, unknowing to what we may find...
Almost every minute was filled with epic battles to the death. We had no time to rest, for a monster ambushed us every second. After about our 200th fight, I finally think we defeated the majority of monsters..
Apparently I was wrong.....
Moving at a pace of 2 mph, it came at us. Any normal person would flee at this point, but not us. The Ranger said that this was the main cause of all the trouble in the swamp, and if we could defeat it, he would be indebted to us. With that, I drew my sword and readied for battle.
Our Ninja began casting one of his Ninjitsu on himself while our Ranger readied his mighty bow. With the Dragoon by my side, we ran at it at full force. The Dragoon's mighty wyvern struck the Malboro while I hacked at its tentacles. The Dragoon, however, leaped back and jumped high into the sky. I was out there, alone, with one of the strongest beasts known to man. In one fell swing, one of the Malboro's tentacles struck me. I fell to the ground; unconscious.
The Ranger fired another arrow at the Malboro and pierced it in one of its many eyes. The foul beast let out a horrifying cry as it charged at our Ranger. With another strike, our Ranger fell to the ground.
We were pretty much doomed now..