Elsword Fanfic - Take The Lead

Hai guys. So this is the first story I have ever posted on wattpad. Well.. The first story I've ever posted anywhere xD It's inspired by an online game I play called Elsword (username: Khennaith), and it'll probs be more interesting if you play the game and actually know the character classes, but even if you don't, still try to enjoy anyway, k?

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A cacophony of high-pitched clangs rain on the evening air; the yellow sky blows windy with red-hot sparks of melted iron. It is the only sound accompanying the tweeting of birds in distant trees.

"Getting tired yet?" Lord Knight mocks his opponent as he parries a barrage of imprecise, impatient slashes.

"Rrrah!" the young Sheath Knight perseveres with sweat sprinting down his face as he persists with a brute sword, a blade appearing from thin air with every swing, mimicking his initial slash. His burgundy red and silver armor bells vigorously in sync with his rage.

"You can keep summoning swords, Kioyu, you're only wasting more of your energy."

"Eeah! Sword Blasting!"

Kioyu thrusts forward in a cascade of summoned blades, only for Lord Knight to avoid the attacker with a well-timed turn to his left. Kioyu hits the ground as if he tripped, but his heavy gasping after landing shows he's only fatigued. He doesn't know what drove him to try and perform that move considering how he hadn't yet fully mastered it. 

"Shouting out what you're going to do next doesn't exactly help either." Lord Knight exclaims, brandishing his polished sword and walking over to the fallen Sheath Knight. Two females, a giddy Trapping Ranger and Dimensional Witch, chuckle in the background at Lord Knight's comment.

The venerable Lord Knight holds a hand out to Kioyu—Kioyu slaps it away.

"I don't need your help, Damias," Kioyu sasses, using his knees to gain the stature to stand, "I'll get up on my own." He stands embarrassed, looking at Trapping Ranger, watching from afar, with discouraged eyes.

Damias places his hands on his hips. "You won't improve with that attitude, comrade."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Now get yourself together. You seem to have had quite enough. You'll need rest for the dawn of your trial expedition tomorrow."

Kioyu grunts in reply.

The Dimensional Witch and Trapping Ranger stand in response to Damias, their slim, curved figures bending as they stretch from an exhaustive day of Void hunting. Voids were peculiar creatures that were in the form of various animals in a cloak of black hairs that spew purple auras; they populate uncontrollably and reak havoc on villages and other establishments.

The Dimensional Witch peers intently at Kioyu, coming to know his mood by the slow stiffness in his gate as he walks now to gather his treasured supplies, the melancholy this moment filling the side pockets of his rucksack. She approaches politely.

"I have extra supplies if you feel you might need anything more," she offers in support, "You seem worried."

"Sigh.." the young knight laments, "Thanks, but I don't know if extra energy drinks or antidotes is what will help me." The dark red strands of his hair hang long in a curl over his face as he looks down. They had been taken out of a more common ponytail. "I feel like I'd still get demolished by the shadow beasts even with a good quantity of energy refills. I need strength."