The sword fighter could sympathy with the thoughts that Hex had. Constant grinding and leveling could be heavily taxing for all of them. Even if the rewards weren't outstanding, who was Mustang to deny a good piece of loot. He was still a bit low level  after all. His anxious energy was overflowing at this point, ready to do battle with a large orc. Truly would give him a good test of how combat worked at his level, perhaps he was just over his head however.

At the meek words of Hex echoing, he raised a hand and quickly hushed out words. "Quiet...it's close!" He said as he began to back track towards where the caster was. His eyes glancing back to the orc that was prey. Once he saw her, he hurried a motion to come closer. A hand gesturing back to the where he was scouting. "It's just down there, you ready to go." Mustang whispered once again, it would be bad if they lost their advantage of surprise.


hex 2/8

The girl seemed to take notice now, even a loud whisper would not be enough to alert the orc it would seem. His cautious look over his shoulder as he awaited any immediate charge from the thing. As much as he felt invincible at times, his fight with the last bounty was a reminder that you could never be too careful. Even if Mustang's class was made to take damage, back and forth.

He felt himself tense up with a built up excitement. The girl was ready to go and while she pulled out a broom, Mustang felt for his sword. Even in the dark unknown cavern they were in, he knew right were he was. The tension being broken as his broadsword slowly unsheathed. Slowly turning back to face the dark silhouette in the distance, the defender muttered to Hex behind him. "Three, two... one." Before beginning to walk towards the orc, his pace quirking as he prepared his first strike.

hex 3/8

While Hex seemed preoccupied to prep some sort of encirclement, Mustang was dead set on being that loud annoying meat shield for the orc. Is that not what every defender was? Either way he was quickening his steps faster and faster, the caverns illuminating in shadows as their target now was fully aware of them. They had this in the bag though, as long as he could keep aggro and that Hex made sure that she healed him.


"Here we go you ugly fuck!" Mustang shouted with laughter. Even with the size difference of at least five feet, the defender felt not a tingle of fear. As he closed in, he immediately ducked the on-coming punch that came from Ragnarok, swinging his sword upwards across it's chest. Mustang could feel it breath down on him and the heat that radiated from the area as his caster surrounded them in a circle of fire. With a clearer vision, the raven haired man was able to avoid yet another wild swing from their prey. "You wouldn't happen to have a damage buff right?" He asked casually, as if their wouldn't be another hammer fist swinging in his direction.


hex 4/8

Sadly the claymore had gotten his hopes up that the fox girl could have done more then just healing. He wasn't made specifically just to deal out damage, so even if he wasn't aware of it for the moment, he would dread as the fight would be dragged out. Mustang still continued to avoid mostly wild haymakers, retorting with his own swings of his sword. Pixels flying left and right in the shadowy cavern, but sadly he could only do so much. While it was hard for the orc called Ragnarok to land a hit on Mustang, the lighting did no favors to his accuracy either.

While it wasn't a issue initially, he was made to take damage. Given how the last bounty had him exhausted from it's length, he needed to increase his damage output. "Alright I'm trusting you on that!" He said as he prepped himself, his sword swings halted. His fists clenched tightly as he waited for the orc to strike, and all at once Ragnarok began to pummel and bruise the claymore. It was up to her now to keep him alive.

hex 5/8

He had felt pain before, cuts and gashes along all of his body. But the amount of bruising and his possible broken bones was growing rapidly. It felt similar to that one scene he saw from a movie, where the hero was a large hulking mass of green and took this god and just flung him around like he was nothing. It was funny at first, but feeling like that god being tossed left and right was painful. Mustang could feel his body pulsing in pain, but his skill was charged.

Pulling his sword above his head, he swing straight down across the orcs chest. Just as he felt the firefox beginning to heal him, enough that he could put a full swing behind it. The orc roared in pain as it began to back away from the two. However it was trapped and shortly after it was stunned thanks to Hex. "A-Almost there. Ah my fucking back..." He groaned as he pressed a hand on the small of his back. Mustang proceeded forward, though not at quite a pace as he had done before. His sword still in his mitt as he proceeded to follow up with a few basic swings across the orc that was stunned.

hex 6/8

As much as every bone in his body ached him, a drip of pixelated blood dripping from the mouth of the defender. Mustang's determination did not waiver at this stage, his own confidence bringing a smirk to his face. It brought out flashes to his previous fight, while it did some rather scarring damage to him, he enjoyed the fight. A sort of blind adrenaline that the charcoal haired player only could imagine, the last of the fox familiar's healing not taking away from it.

The orc stood worse for wear, it's own condition taking a toll like he had. Only recently showing the damage it had taken after that last large attack from the defender. It was a risk with that last attack, as his green bar was flashing red before the healing had taken place. Thanks to Hex's help he felt better, changing it to a deep orange color. His posture once slouched with exhaustion straightened up, his grip reaffirming to his sword. "I got this thing." He said to Hex who stood behind him. This like the last was a mettle of his swordsmanship.

Whether it was sweat or some unearthly force, a light steam began to exude from Mustang. There was no reason behind such a mysterious display, it was something the defender wasn't even aware of. In a huff, the orc kept it's eyes locked on Mustang, intent on finishing this fight. A wild swing nearly grazed him as he charged back into its space. Taking another large swing this time at the thing's arm, spraying pixels into the air. It's hooked tusks roaring as the other fist hurled towards him.

This time, Mustang played foolishly jumping into the attack. But this played right into his Swift Justice ability. Knocking him just again into the red area of his health, but the damage bonus took effect as he followed through. Meeting Ragnarok's fist with the end of the guard of his sword, carving through orc-ish bone and flesh till it chopped it's hand off. The last fleeting moments of the bounty being Mustang's eyes bloodshot in a fury as he continued his swing through it's chest. Quickly dispersing it into a explosion of pixels as Mustang fell to his knees shortly after.

hex 7/8