>>6106533You sighed. This whole thing was embarrassing. You must have been piss-drunk if you thought this washed up Faerghus noble was going to come anywhere close to presenting you with a real challenge. This was not an enemy worthy of having pushed you to your limits. They had only been able to do so by ganging up on you. And while you had risen to the occasion and met your foe head-on, regardless of your numerical disadvantage, it was over far too quickly once you’d gotten serious. You picked up one of the Hammers that had fallen to the floor and examined it. The weapon was good quality. Real fine workmanship had gone into the crafting of this thing. You begin walking towards Gideon.
“A-Adeline!” Gideon cries, falling onto his ass and holding his hands out. “Please, talk sense into your companion! House Gideon and Rowe go back centuries! Regardless of present circumstances, we are allies! Please! Call him off!”
Adeline, who along with Cassius had finished off the remainder of Gideon’s men, looks on dispassionately. She nods in your direction. “May the Goddess embrace your soul, Lord Gideon.”
“Aieeeeeeeeee!!!” Gideon screeches and averts his gaze as you activate the Crest of Indech. The hammer smashes the man’s head in a disgusting burst of red. Just like that, the once proud scion of House Gideon is pulverized and left for dead in front of The Scrying Orb. You step back and examine your handiwork. It really was a good Hammer.
>50xp gained! (50/100)>You obtained a Hammer!“Woohoo!” May exclaims, jumping up and down excitedly. She looked remarkably out of place as she cheered on the site of a massacre. “You did it, Boss! You’re unstoppable!”
>You sheathe your weapons away. As you examined the carnage around you, it was clear to see things had gotten out of hand. You felt much more sober, and were now highly aware of the wounds you now bore. You were ready to make a mad dash back to Alvin’s ship as quickly as possible and let the man work at you with his healing magic. “May, lead the way.”“H-hold!” Cassius shouts behind you. The Sorcerer runs over to you in a frenzied hurry, while May happily starts collecting her caltrops, humming a tune. “Lord Tristain…that was incredible! Why did you not tell me you possessed a Crest?!”
>Cassius had done a number on the soldiers that he’d faced. Additionally, that magic of his was most curious. You’d never heard of a man summoning a spirit to fight alongside him before. Such magic was completely foreign to Fodlan. It was clear to see that he possessed a good measure of skill. “Well, you never asked.”“Please!” Cassius gets on his knees, bowing deeply with reverence. “You plan to head to Morfis to compete for Princess Yulia’s hand, no?! Allow me to make the journey with you?!”
>“...You want to tag along?” You ask, puzzled. May had picked up all her caltrops, and was now happily rifling through the pockets of Gideon’s men. 