Races: Online

A rush of warm feeling engulfed Han's senses, the pain in his body was lifted up and he opened his eyes to see a goddess.

Or something really close.

Fey-like glow around a young woman with lush brown hair and bright green eyes—and somewhat pointy ears. Han bolted up from the floor but was promptly held down by the elf.

"You've injured yourself." She muttered with a shake of her head, she held out a bottle with blue shimmering liquid. "Drink this." It was a potion, there was no doubt about it.

Had that been what she used to make him feel better?

Discomfort gathered in his stomach, why would someone appear to help him right now? "Uh, this would be a bad time to joke isn't it?" Han clasped his hand over hers. "This is not poison is it? Are you part of the obstacles I have to overcome? A seductress? A temptress?" He stared at her to make sure that she wasn't a figment of his imagination.

She blinked at him and tugged her hand away, "I-I'm not!" She slipped on something and fell on her butt. "I think I've already helped you far enough." The young woman pulled herself up to her feet and pocketed the potion bottle. 

It was at this moment that Han finally noticed the cloth around her, or precisely the cloak. "You're the student! The girl one!" 

"Ellynn." She muttered and turned away, pulling her hood over her head as she turned her back on him. "I've done what I can, if you can't finish this obstacle test—it's on your shoulders." 

"Hey wait—" A big gust of wind exploded in his face as the girl darted past him and ran towards the large corridor.

Han blinked for a moment and looked behind him.

The wall was completely solid, any sign of elevating floors were gone and instead he was met with three other open pathways. One of the open pathways had a number of huge chunks of stones scattered around it—forced open with the wind or something.Han looked at the figure that disappeared, she was stronger than she looked.

And it was in that moment that two figures darted out of his left and right almost at the same time.

"What are you standing there for?" Timothy shouted at him, crossing the distance to tug his arm forward. "We have no time to dilly-dally!"

Sir Leon let out a laugh as he ran past them, "I did not expect that you would finish your own trial first," He nodded at Han, "May the best man win." And without further ado, he sprinted down the hallway before the two could react.

A large battle axe winded down in front of the man like a pendulum clock that swung back and forth.

Effectively bringing the man to a stop.

Leon frowned as he halted before the giant axe, "It keeps getting harder and harder doesn't it?" The axe was extremely huge and hardly allowed one to enter without something getting chopped away. For once the man seemed stumped, looking at it for a moment. 

"I should have saved my [ Boost ] if I knew this would be the last blockage." He sprinted to the right but the axe swung with him. To the left, and the axe was still in time.

Timothy beside him held back a snicker.

Han wasn't sure if he would pit his Luck against something like that. He scratched his head and turned to Timothy, "Do you think you can get past this? Use your little fires like a rocket boost projector?"

"What?" Timothy made a face, "If you were referring to what I did early on to evade the spike floor, I'm not sure if I can either." 

Well, if his friend couldn't do it with fire-nation like powers, he wouldn't dare it as well. But they still had to get through this. He looked around and simply found that this entire place now only had plain stone walls without any design.

If the previous corridors had their own separate design, this one was a completely blank canvas. 

"Surely there's some switch or mechanism that could turn this thing off." Leon snapped his fingers and looked around.

Timothy made a face, "Or you'd step on a pressure plate and have weird plants attack you."

Sir Leon de Harrington simply laughed and shook his head, "I haven't encountered that, but I'm positive that if we put our heads together, we can get past this obstacle."

"What happened to let the best man win?" Timothy scoffed.

"It appears to me that this obstacle is…"

Timothy raised a brow. "Much harder than you expected it to be?"

"Unfortunately my best [ Skill ] was used early on, if I had saved it… well, I have no doubt I could run past the axe unscathed." Sir Leon shrugged somewhat embarrassed.

A stone went flying right towards him.

And surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, Sir Leon de Harrington was able to evade it. "Do you really have to do that? It's a bit petty and unbecoming." A small scowl appeared on the young man's face as he dusted his shoulder.

"Can you slice up a rock for me?" Han bounced a small stone in hand.

The young lord, sir, or whatever his actual title was—made a face. "I apologize, but you may be unlearned if you think that I would use my rapier as a blunt weapon. Its sharp edge will be mangled if I attempt anything like that. Especially with an unenchanted rapier."

"Timothy what about you, where's your sword?" He turned to his friend and noticed the lack of any weapons.

"It was actually… heavier than I expected." Timothy sighed. 

Han nodded, taking in the information without much of a reaction as the plan formulated in his mind. He cleared his throat, looking at his two companions. "But I think even a sword wouldn't slice up a rock… now what about a giant axe?"

"But where would we even—" Timothy glanced at the conveniently large rock debris near Han. He tried not to slap a hand over his face. "You...you have the weirdest of plans. Beer bottles and now this?" A little twitch appeared on Timothy's lips. "Let's do it."