[At least Fatima was far from alone in feeling awkward and unusual about arriving in a world like this one. Though unlike her, Valvatorez never was tied so bluntly to a stone. But even with this change, he was doing his best to quickly adapt, trying to accept that this new addition to his body was like some other organ.
What he was less happy about was the loss of his powers... for the second time. It was bad enough after falling from Tyranthood back to the ground floor, but now after ending up in another world that he had to start over again after all that hard work? To say it was frustrating was an understatement. He was going to need many, many more sardines to catch back up... but in the meantime, he'd opt to test out what his new "power" was capable of. So he went out looking for a fight.
As luck would have it, it wasn't hard to find one... and what looked like a fellow newcomer was facing a bunch of monsters. Well, what better way to start anew than practice and perhaps meet a new comrade?
He hesitantly reached into the shining onyx in his chest to produce a broadsword as black as night. ...It was strange, but it would do the job. They may have robbed him of his Mana powers again, but they couldn't take away over two millennia of swordsmanship from his mind.
He charged at one of the monsters, slashing at it viciously and without mercy. The blade rent the foe asunder, but not without a bit of effort on his part.]
I'll keep them off of you, hit them with everything you've got!
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What he was less happy about was the loss of his powers... for the second time. It was bad enough after falling from Tyranthood back to the ground floor, but now after ending up in another world that he had to start over again after all that hard work? To say it was frustrating was an understatement. He was going to need many, many more sardines to catch back up... but in the meantime, he'd opt to test out what his new "power" was capable of. So he went out looking for a fight.
As luck would have it, it wasn't hard to find one... and what looked like a fellow newcomer was facing a bunch of monsters. Well, what better way to start anew than practice and perhaps meet a new comrade?
He hesitantly reached into the shining onyx in his chest to produce a broadsword as black as night. ...It was strange, but it would do the job. They may have robbed him of his Mana powers again, but they couldn't take away over two millennia of swordsmanship from his mind.
He charged at one of the monsters, slashing at it viciously and without mercy. The blade rent the foe asunder, but not without a bit of effort on his part.]
I'll keep them off of you, hit them with everything you've got!