So, Seraphicwolf made a challenge. We have to right a story. So here is the Story Koster and myself (dragontruth) made. Koster and Dragon. Once upon a time, in the land of Aincrad, there was a war. Just beneath the surface of perfect society, a war was just waiting to begin. Waiting for just the right moment. At the time, the Army was recruiting people to fight in the upcoming battles. Unfortunately, no man far or wide was good enough. Not even remotely. Because you see, the Army had found only two warriors that were capable. But the Army couldn’t fight with just two people. So they went to battle with their conscripted soldiers. And as I told you, they weren’t that great. There were only two survivors that walked across the blood-soaked ground. Koster and Dragon. The entire force of the Battalion had perished, save for those two. The enemy had assumed them dead, so left the horrific battle field, basking in their egotistical victory. Most of their heads grew three sizes that day, and were unable to fit through doors as their heads were too big from their newly gained ego. So the Major General of the Army declared a tactical meeting. When asked for ideas, one man in the assembly shouted, “Let’s put MasterKoster and Dragontruth in a fort!” A murmur went through the crowd. However, no one agreed with the notion. But then the Major General stood up, and glared down at the people below. And, being the smooth tongued man he is, he shouted: “LISTEN UP! THESE TWO ARE OUR ONLY HOPE. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.” The people where frightened. So they said yes, but only because they were scared to death from the commander and for the war. They knew it's going to end soon. So the Major General called Koster and Dragon to duty. The people where frightened. So they said yes, but only because they were scared to death from the commander and for the war. They knew it's going to end soon. So the Major General called Koster and Dragon to duty. They came. The commander looked at them, his eyes grave. “Listen up.” He said. “You two are our only hope. Our last line of defence. You are the butter on the bread.” He tugged his beard thoughtfully. “Scratch that. But I want you two to go to a fort, where a few of our allies are. Using your assorted skills, you will clear the way for them to leave.” So Koster and Dragon travelled to the Fort. To keep an eye on them, the Army used an enchanted mirror to watch the fighting. They didn’t know what was going to happen next… Dragon was an amazing bow wielder. She could shoot twelve arrows a minute and hit her target nine times out of ten. But when she was aiming, she could hit her victim with astoundingly scary accuracy. Koster was even better with his sword. He could swing it as fast and accurate as a striking snake, and with the strength and will of a bull, dispatching three enemies in the blink of an eye. Together they were a terrifying pair. They were masters of their weapon, only they hadn’t told the Army about that little fact. So when the master warriors turned up at the front of the Fort, the members of the Army, who were inside, thought: “These two were just ordinary people who will just stay there for a few minutes so we can get away. Yay.” And so Dragon and Koster drew their weapons, ready to fight. So the commander and all the other important people were ready to leave. They left, and so came the enemy. Scores of men in armour, all bearing weapons. Koster and Dragon weren’t scared, even though any sane man should be. But then again, Dragon was a woman… So then, any sane human should be. They were actually thrilled to fight. They were thrilled to fight, because Koster and Dragon had never had such a challenge. Never had they faced such a large group. They were excited. So the enemy came forth, and MasterKoster began saying weird stuff, seemingly garbled sounds of insanity. And Dragontruth wondered what the heck was wrong with him. The enemy came closer and closer, and Dragon began to worry. She couldn’t fight all of them on her own. She didn’t have that much of a death wish. Then, at the last moment, Koster stopped speaking, and as he did, all his stats began to change. Because he had a unique Skill, and he directed it to effect Dragon as well. Their stats sky-rocketed. Dragon nearly laughed as a tingling sensation passed through her. Then the pair charged forward, going all-out on the soldiers. Koster ran forward, his black blade glinting in the dim light, and he whirled around, fast as the wind. Enemies left, right and centre were falling beneath his strength and inhuman speed. He ran at one of the soldiers, instantly dooming him, and Koster attacked him from the top, the left, the right, and even the underneath. Don’t ask me how, dear readers, as I haven’t a clue. On the other side of the fray, Dragon was having even more fun. She was thrilled to see the battle field again. She wanted to fight. And you know what? Dragontruth did fight, and not in just a little way either. From her ledge near the roof, she nocked an arrow, and hit a soldier straight through the eye. Every time Koster saw her fire, another soldier met his demise with an arrow through his eye. It was chilling. Koster decapitated a soldier, then turned to glance at her. He thought she had killed even more men then he had. He knew she was a master, but this… Koster grew even more thrilled by the second. And man, that army was not small. As I had said before, the Army’s commander and important people had been watching through an enchanted mirror, waiting to see if they should fight or flee. And even though they thought a loss would ensure, the commander and the others were amazed at the skills of these people. These people were the sole survivors of a damaging battle, yet easily slaughtered an entire army on their own. They were like, “Wait WHAT?” But at that moment, MasterKoster was injured. A small, but deep stab wound that went straight through his thigh. And, worried for Koster, Dragon charged through the soldiers with little regard for her own safety. But no one could overcome the remaining force alone. And so she was overwhelmed and captured. She and Koster were tied up, hauled over to the enemy Head Quarters. The Army commander was also captured. As was everyone else in the fort. The enemy… they used the Major General as a slave. Making him do everything a commander shouldn’t. The enemy soldiers laughed at him. They were going to get Dragon to do the same, but instead she would wear whatever the soldiers wanted. However, there was one small problem. Koster wouldn’t let them do that. He grew angry. So he rampaged. As he rampaged, he killed. He was so angry that he broke the post where he was tied up. The enemy was terrified. Koster wreaked havoc among the ranks of the soldiers, killing the better part of the entire force. People broke apart into blue crystals everywhere, just reminding him that it was just a game. It’s not like real people had a death animation. But they were real people. And they still felt pain and they still screamed as they fell, dying. After Koster was sure the rest of the army wouldn’t intervene, he freed both Dragon and the Major General, and the trio walked hesitantly out of the Head Quarters, just waiting for the enemy to strike back. But they were too scared of Koster to do anything. As the three made it out of the door, there was a shout from the top of the HQ building. It was the enemy leader. Hey!” he shouted. “Don’t think you can get away that easily!” A single archer stood beside him, bow drawn and aimed. “So who will it be?” asked the man. “I can give the order to shoot any of you.” Dragontruth drew her bow. “Well,” she said, nocking an arrow. “I will just shoot you right back, now won’t I?” If the enemy leader was nervous, he didn’t show it. His red player marker hovered above his head ominously. “Unless, dear archer, that it is you I decide to shoot? Then I would be quite safe and you would be dead, the rest of your little group overwhelmed.” She laughed. “I could shoot faster than you gave the order.” While listening to this exchange, Koster and the commander grew nervous. They were not entirely sure that was true. Dragon…” Koster whispered. “Are you sure about this?” The only response he got was a flick of her Neko ears. Then the enemy leader moved, just a tiny nod, and the archer fired. But not before Dragon could. She launched her swan-fletched arrow through the air and, as always, hit the doomed victim straight through the eye. He exploded into blue and yellow death crystals. But the arrow from the archer was still going to hit her. Having the highest reaction time out of all of them, Koster leaped and shoved Dragon out of the way. Only to have the arrow impale him in the neck. His HP dropped dangerously low. Dragon pulled out a heal crystal, and healed him. Then she slapped him so hard that she needed to use another heal crystal to heal him again. Then she kicked him and decided that she would stop wasting heal crystals on him. Dragon was sure Koster could heal himself. “SURRENDER OR DIE!” screamed the Major General, and the entire remaining forces nearly died of fright. In other words: they surrendered. So the enemy guild was disbanded, all of the soldiers finding new red guilds to join. And then they would be disbanded and join another guild. And so forth. It was annoying. But they persevered and felled many-a guild. The End.