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As the battle went on, it seems that victory was in sight for the group as they're were only three enemies remaining in this wave. If you don't count the pulsing rocks known as the crystalline that would erupt in a few minutes should the group not do anything about it. Fortunately they did, but as the foreman and it's two minions almost reached the end of they're lives. The group could feel the ground slightly moving again.

As if something was going to appear...But first, the fate of the crystals and the three monsters that are in the groups way.

mHQxE0IEp_1d15(The Foreman had dodged past the first arrow fired by Pit.)

p_1d15(Followed by the second.)

p_1d15(But alas, it was defeated when the last arrow struck.)

The Foreman taunted Pit, he wished he could laugh at the minions attempts to impale him with his arrows. He had felt confident that he would dodge the arrows...Only to be impaled by all three of them before he could have time to get away from them.

Pit's arrows had pierced the foreman right through the eye. Causing blue liquid to come out of the other end of it's head as the foreman fell forward, screaming in agony for the final time as it's skin soon crumbled into dust. Leaving nothing but ash and it's clothes in it's wake.

Pit would then hear a soft voice coming from soon after the foreman's death.

"I'm free...Thank you..."

p_1d20+1(The first farmhand was slayed thanks to the amazing skills of Artorias the knight.)

p_1d20(He had also injured the second farmhand.)

p_1d20(Finally, Artorias attack had finished all of the enemies. Bringing victory to the group...But the battle is not over yet.)

Phosphora and Death's attacks proved useless to the enemies that they were facing...As Artorias had managed to destroy the two crystals and ripped the two remaining farmhands into pieces. The farmhands could do nothing but scream as they met up with all of they're lost loved ones in the afterlife. Once Artorias had finished the attack, the group would find that there was nothing left in the area.

The toad had been avenged...However, the group would notice the ground move from below them again, as if something was about to open from the ground...And what happened next was.

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NOTHING! Just the satisfaction that the group that they have cleared the first wave.

WAVE 1 COMPLETE!

Before the group could do anything else, a flash of light appeared in front of them. Leaving only a rock.


"Congratulations on defeating the first wave. I shall take you to safety until you are ready to advance against the next group of enemies."

The rock didn't seem dangerous, in fact should one of the members of the group touch it then the rock would glow brightly and would take the group away somewhere...Somewhere safe from all of these monsters.



The group would soon find themselves in a place that didn't have any monsters. The rock, known as the Dreamers Nightmare, continues to float behind them, ready to transport the group back to the area where the first wave had happened. If the group was ready, they can go back and continue to the next area, where the second wave would start.

The Loot

It is empty...

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[TartoonHand94]

	“You know what they say: An Eye for an eye…” Pit stood tall over the Foreman as he screamed in agonizing defeat.“…And a Toad for a…”This Freudian slip in his victory quip began to haunt him immediately. In that moment, the cacophonous screams of a thousand lifetimes soared through Artorias’ helmet right to Pit's laurel crown, hitting him like a brick to the inside of his head. Pit keeled over onto his knees, vulnerably grasping at his laurel crown without the constitution to even ask what was going on. 2 much edge, plz stop. Palutena was speechless.
	Then and only then, after that flash torrent of empathetic pain and suffering, did Pit reopen his eyes to see the Foreman crumbling to dust…And hearing the most unexpected voice of…gratitude? “They’re all at peace now. The villagers, the Toad…” Palutena’s soothing voice broke through from the heavens. “You’ve set them all free.” She gently announced to comfort Pit and his team mates. “…Y-you’re welcome?” Pit stuttered in dazed awe wiping the tears from his face with his scarf. “Pit, Are you…~?” Palutena smirked incredulously “-What? N-no of course not!” Pit rambled a flustered protested. “Th-the foreman just kicked something in my eye and i-it’s only now that I’m feeling it!” “Whatever you say Mr. Macho Man~.” Palutena shrugged and giggled, not fooled by his bravado even one bit. “Big boys don’t cry after all, Do they Phosphora~?”
	As if to save him from further embarrassment, the ground beneath Pit’s sandals began to shake. “Uh oh. Now what? Are the garden pests infected too?” Pit groaned, bracing his weapons toward the ground. “Is a 13-foot mole or 14 carrots going sprout up and eye us to death? …Do carrots have eyes?” “Potatoes have eyes and corn has ears, but as for the ground shaking…” Palutena corrected before dramatically pausing in wait of something to appear. “…Tada~! Level clear!” She fanfared anticlimactically. That only served to lower the teams guard so that the Dreamer’s Nightmare rock could appear and whisk them to safety.
	“Where are we?” Pit asked with natural curiosity. “Somewhere safe that you all me recuperate in.” Palutena politely informed. “Would you like to save your progress?” “…Actually, I ‘ve been needing to use the little angel’s room really badly for a while now.” Pit squeaked with buckling knees. “…Sigh. Okay, anybody else need to use the little angel’s room?” Palutena asked wistful yet professionally.
Pit Damage: 0% Status: Normal

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The feeling of these men released from their prisons, beings set loose and bodies finally undone from their permanent life. Artorias could empathize with it, but there were greater matters at hand. The clinking, clanking geode seemed to be speaking, and in a language they understood. Dreamer's Nightmare... How... did he know that name? Timelines were folding and lapsing again, it seemed. "This creature is torn between time like me, Lady Palutena. Be wary." Artorias simply warned, before turning around to face the others of the group.

"Pit is okay. Phosphora, Death. How are you both? Are you two injured, and can I provide any assistance?" he asked, immediately treading over towards the two, first addressing Phosphora, and giving a nod and glance to Death. It seemed that he was more worried about those of flesh and blood than those of bones and cloaks. He'd seen these skeletons before, but still... It was obvious that he wanted to show care for the whole team, despite not being a healer. "You musn't exert yourself so hard, Phosphora. There are many, much harder trials, I'm sure. We must be wary of ourselves and each other. I... don't want to lose anyone, even someone who breeds animosity from my Lady and my friend. Same with you, Sir Death. Do not work too hard, conserve yourself."

Artorias
Damage: 0%
Status: None
Cooldowns: None

[heirtothemonado]

Phosphora suddenly stopped her attack when her target simply...disappeared, Without a trace. Well, not really. The farmhand had just been swept aside and dealt with it before she even had time to draw another breath. "Thanks for the assist Arty!" Phosphora exclaimed, grateful for the help. "I'm alright though. Thanks for asking." Looking over to the rest of her allies, Death looked as stoic as ever, but....was Pit tearing up?

"Ehehehehe, you said it Palutena" Phosphora said with a giggle. "Not that it would apply to little Pitty here." Poor Pit. Can't catch a break anywhere could he?

An instant and a green flash later, Phosphora found herself in another ruin, although this one seemed....quitter. Safer. "Is this a save point? Cause I could do with one of those" Phosphora said. She was grateful for the rest stop, although she didn't seem to notice the floating green rock that had taken them all there.

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Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Resting

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"Looks like it might be safe enough to never underestimate your target, no matter who it May be." Death said as he looked around the area, taking in the new environment he was in with the group.

At least he could be preoccupied with terrorising other monsters and harvesting their souls, just like the infected mooks he cut down when he first came to this planet.