If there was some thing that often ticked off Greg, it was being in the middle of a war zone.
"Whoa! Watch yourself! Keep your wits about you!" commanded Greg as he ran around, doding fire spells that rained down from the heavens.
This was the realm of Bryyo, a land that was enbroiled in a bloody war. Greg had no idea how the war began, as it likely started long before he came around. The scene was dark and gritty, as soldiers of all kinds clashed with heavily armored knights and other such cavalry. There were plenty of mages around, skilled ones too, as meteor spells were raining down like there was no tomorrow.
"Ugh." grunted Greg as he took cover behind a hill. "This is what I get for getting involved in other world's problems." he grumbled.
He was searching through the Outrealms because he believed that something big was coming, and he needed to search out and find it. The last thing he was looking for was to stumble into a war. He wasn't stupid, and a pretty capable tactitian, but he didn't like getting involved in such matters.
Another near miss with a spell broke Greg out of his mental state, causing him to stay on the move. He had powerful weapons on him, a result of his travels, and his Armsthrift skill allowed him to keep using them infinitely. Good thing too, because his side was clearly outnumbered. He hadn't even asked to get involved. They pretty much picked him up and dragged him along. Long story short, it was a pain in the ass.
"Die!" roared a paladin who was coming over the hill towards Greg. However, the dread fighter was hardly worried, as he clutched a yellow tome in his hands, powerful lightning crackling through his fingers.
"Mjolnir!" came Greg's reply as a thunderous bolt of lightning like no other struck the paladin dead, clearly no match.
"Gods, this will go on forever at this rate. I honestly have no obligation to this world anyway." sighed Greg. That being said, despite his complaining, he never wanted to leave people suffering, despite his rule of not wanting to get involved in dramatic affairs. Greg helped a male soldier to his feet, one that was bleeding on his side.
"Wait here for a healer. You can't fight like this." said Greg, getting the soldier to a safe spot. After dropping him there, Greg ran back out, bringing out his forged brave sword Zenith. Zenith looked like a normal brave sword, but it was a bit slimmer, and it was mostly colored red. With the blade, Greg was too swift for anyone. As he cut them down and got a brief respite, he looked out over the land. He hadn't seen much so far, other than this one battlefield. He hadn't even got to visit any of this realm's villages or cities.
"Too bad. Would have been quite a sight before it was ruined." he commented.
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