Sample Post [3rd Person - Action]
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shishi_sonsonA sense of calm had finally returned to the Forest of the Dead, hours after the unmistakable sounds of conflict had first erupted, and the land returned to the chilling feel of deathly peace that it normally enjoyed. Throughout the entire span of the chaos, there had been shrill cries, bellowing roars, and the resonance of pure ruin as deafening bursts and explosions filled the air. Trees had been felled. Rocks had been crushed and crumbled. Blood, still warm, coated the scenery, left both in long trails and in thick pools. The earth had been upturned and torn apart entirely at several spots, leaving deep craters and long trenches like scars and cuts on the forest’s flesh, and in the center of it all sat a lonely figure atop a large boulder. Amid the destruction, surrounded by dozens of cold and lifeless bodies, the survivor, a lone king of the forest held up the long, gleaming surface of a sword straight up towards the simulated sun, his eyes scanning its polished, reflective surface for any sign of flaws.
“I guess the others were right – this place isn’t bad for a training spot,” Zoro said aloud, squinting his eyes. Satisfied with its condition, he lowered his weapon, then, taking one of the empty sheathes held at his waist by his thick sash, gently slid the keen steel inside. He wasn’t exactly smiling, but there was a definite sense of satisfaction to his voice.
The bodies that surrounded Zoro on his rocky makeshift throne were monsters – large, fearsome beasts of varying sizes and differing species. Many of them lay there, perfectly still, with their mouths open and their fangs bared, sprawled out on the forest floor in the striking position they had just been in moments before their deaths. They had all clearly been cut down, but their wounds were clean and smooth; some of their injuries were barely even noticeable, while others…definitely more so, with limbs or heads removed entirely. The one commonality between them was that these were all creatures that a normal man would have no business fighting against, yet Zoro was completely unhurt.
Suddenly, he spun around in place, the sword from his white sheathe instantly out and pointing at something; another creature had emerged from the forest and lunged at him quickly, and he had barely enough time to sense the attack coming. The immediate look of concern on his face faded, however, once he saw what it was behind him: a tiny squirrel, no larger than the size of his fist. Zoro raised a single, green eyebrow at it and frowned deeply while it looked back up at him, its tiny hands positioned around its mouth while holding some tiny bit of food.
“Oi-oi, you’re sort of out of place around here,” he said, looking first at the tremendous monsters he had just killed, then back at the tiny squirrel. “Better hide before something makes a snack out of you.”
Zoro turned back away then, but stayed on top of the rock, staring off towards the Lethe River. He seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet for the moment, sitting there in silence with little expression on his face. The squirrel remained behind him, apparently content to keep gnawing at its sustenance, acting as a quiet company to Zoro for a few nice, calm moments. Perhaps it felt like staying near to the swordsman was his best chance of staying safe, or perhaps it just enjoyed the view as well. Either way, it simply sat there next to the man, apparently unafraid.
A loud, echoing shriek sounded from high overhead – following it, Zoro watched as an enormous, ragged-looking bird, with black feathers that looked as long and as sharp as swords, swooped down towards him, its large, jagged beak open wide as it cried out. Zoro quickly pushed away from the rock, rolling to a safe position on the forest floor, his eyes open wide in a show of his intense focus. The rock he had been sitting on had been split apart by the bird’s claws, leaving huge indentions from its great talons. Zoro was confused as to why the bird had missed him by such a wide margin, but after studying the scene for a moment, he realized why: after he had moved, the bird switched targets to the squirrel instead. He scowled, his expressions growing suddenly sharp, and he eyed the monstrous bird with clear intent to kill as it climbed back into the air. With his legs tensed, Zoro pressed himself down to the ground, then shot into the sky with a powerful leap, and as he soared higher and higher, he reached for the sword in the black sheathe hanging at his side and drew it slowly out. In seconds, he had closed the gap between himself at the flying beast and made two quick swipes with his katana; the first split the bird’s legs from the rest of its body, and the second removed its head cleanly at the neck.
His landing was gentle, and tucked firmly up against his chest was the squirrel he had removed from the bird’s grasp. It was quivering uncontrollably from fear, and as it looked up at Zoro’s face, it apparently knew that he had saved it from certain death. Thankfully, being an animal of little cognition, it immediately forgot that it had nearly been eaten mere moments ago and stopped its shaking, leaping out of Zoro’s hands quickly and scampering off towards the trees again.
“You ungrateful little bastard!” he shouted after it loudly, visibly angered by its hasty departure. “You’re just going to get eaten, and I’m not going to save you again!”
Rumbling deeply, a large herd of beasts nearby had apparently been alerted by his yelling and emerged suddenly from the forest. Zoro sighed, feeling a bit dumb, and drew out all three of his swords – one in each hand, and the third clamped tightly between his teeth.
“Time for the next round,” he mumbled.
“I guess the others were right – this place isn’t bad for a training spot,” Zoro said aloud, squinting his eyes. Satisfied with its condition, he lowered his weapon, then, taking one of the empty sheathes held at his waist by his thick sash, gently slid the keen steel inside. He wasn’t exactly smiling, but there was a definite sense of satisfaction to his voice.
The bodies that surrounded Zoro on his rocky makeshift throne were monsters – large, fearsome beasts of varying sizes and differing species. Many of them lay there, perfectly still, with their mouths open and their fangs bared, sprawled out on the forest floor in the striking position they had just been in moments before their deaths. They had all clearly been cut down, but their wounds were clean and smooth; some of their injuries were barely even noticeable, while others…definitely more so, with limbs or heads removed entirely. The one commonality between them was that these were all creatures that a normal man would have no business fighting against, yet Zoro was completely unhurt.
Suddenly, he spun around in place, the sword from his white sheathe instantly out and pointing at something; another creature had emerged from the forest and lunged at him quickly, and he had barely enough time to sense the attack coming. The immediate look of concern on his face faded, however, once he saw what it was behind him: a tiny squirrel, no larger than the size of his fist. Zoro raised a single, green eyebrow at it and frowned deeply while it looked back up at him, its tiny hands positioned around its mouth while holding some tiny bit of food.
“Oi-oi, you’re sort of out of place around here,” he said, looking first at the tremendous monsters he had just killed, then back at the tiny squirrel. “Better hide before something makes a snack out of you.”
Zoro turned back away then, but stayed on top of the rock, staring off towards the Lethe River. He seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet for the moment, sitting there in silence with little expression on his face. The squirrel remained behind him, apparently content to keep gnawing at its sustenance, acting as a quiet company to Zoro for a few nice, calm moments. Perhaps it felt like staying near to the swordsman was his best chance of staying safe, or perhaps it just enjoyed the view as well. Either way, it simply sat there next to the man, apparently unafraid.
A loud, echoing shriek sounded from high overhead – following it, Zoro watched as an enormous, ragged-looking bird, with black feathers that looked as long and as sharp as swords, swooped down towards him, its large, jagged beak open wide as it cried out. Zoro quickly pushed away from the rock, rolling to a safe position on the forest floor, his eyes open wide in a show of his intense focus. The rock he had been sitting on had been split apart by the bird’s claws, leaving huge indentions from its great talons. Zoro was confused as to why the bird had missed him by such a wide margin, but after studying the scene for a moment, he realized why: after he had moved, the bird switched targets to the squirrel instead. He scowled, his expressions growing suddenly sharp, and he eyed the monstrous bird with clear intent to kill as it climbed back into the air. With his legs tensed, Zoro pressed himself down to the ground, then shot into the sky with a powerful leap, and as he soared higher and higher, he reached for the sword in the black sheathe hanging at his side and drew it slowly out. In seconds, he had closed the gap between himself at the flying beast and made two quick swipes with his katana; the first split the bird’s legs from the rest of its body, and the second removed its head cleanly at the neck.
His landing was gentle, and tucked firmly up against his chest was the squirrel he had removed from the bird’s grasp. It was quivering uncontrollably from fear, and as it looked up at Zoro’s face, it apparently knew that he had saved it from certain death. Thankfully, being an animal of little cognition, it immediately forgot that it had nearly been eaten mere moments ago and stopped its shaking, leaping out of Zoro’s hands quickly and scampering off towards the trees again.
“You ungrateful little bastard!” he shouted after it loudly, visibly angered by its hasty departure. “You’re just going to get eaten, and I’m not going to save you again!”
Rumbling deeply, a large herd of beasts nearby had apparently been alerted by his yelling and emerged suddenly from the forest. Zoro sighed, feeling a bit dumb, and drew out all three of his swords – one in each hand, and the third clamped tightly between his teeth.
“Time for the next round,” he mumbled.
