“Okay, master,” Bob said as the first Fire Blast hit the goblin in the chest even as it tried to dodge the flame.
Alburet pursed his lips as he slowed and advanced in a measured gait as the next Fire Blast hit the goblin, causing it to scream and go for Bob. Alburet noted it going a little wide to avoid him so he stepped in and swung with both hands at the extreme range of the staff. He missed as the goblin dove under the swing and scrambled to its feet only to take another Fire Blast, this time to the face. As it screamed at the third hit Alburet got between it and Bob, smashing his staff into the goblin’s head as it blinked its burnt eyes. Alburet smiled, his hit to the goblin’s head confirming critical spots doubled damage received.
He had to dance away from the wildly swinging goblin while it was disorientated from both attacks to its head. With a nod as he swung again, this time only hitting its shoulder as it tried to avoid the attack as it was still blinking its eyes. Alburet dodged as the goblin swung the rusty short sword at him, but wasn’t quick enough, feeling the attack slice into his side. He hissed at the pain. Alburet was really starting to hate having the sensors turned up to max, though he did like watching the spark of fire burst on its chest from his Demonic Retribution.
The next Fire Blast ramped Bob’s aggro to the top again, making the goblin turn to run at Bob. Alburet swung and missed, making him cuss as he turned to chase after the goblin. Bob ran in an arc trying to lead the goblin back towards Alburet. His next attack into the goblins legs wasn’t enough to overcome the aggro, so he chased after the duo. Bob cried out as the goblin chased him down and got a hit in before Alburet could catch up and land his own attack on the goblin’s back.
That was enough to pull the goblin around onto him, saving Bob from taking more damage. “Just fucking die already,” Alburet grunted as he parried the goblin’s attack before slamming his staff down onto the mob’s skull, firmly fixing the goblin’s attention on him. The rest of the fight went more easily as Bob held back for a bit, allowing Alburet to build aggro. A minute or so later the goblin keeled over dead, allowing Alburet to take a breath in relief.
“About time,” he panted before looking over at Bob, who had a nasty gash down his side. “You okay?”
Bob winced then smiled as the wound disappeared, “I am now, yes. Thanks for killing it.”
“Next time I need to remember I have a ranged attack spell now, too,” Alburet said while shaking his head. He touched the corpse which vanished, leaving a small bag laying on the ground. Touching the bag prompted a notification of 24 copper going into his money pouch. He quickly disabled the pop-up about coin looted, but left notifications of items on.
Bob laughed, “You forgot Fire Blast?”
“I just got it, so yeah. Still not used to the idea of having it. Next pull will be better. If I get two of those off first it shouldn’t chase you right away.” Alburet replied as he glanced over the field, watching others fighting. “Some of them seem to be having issues,” Alburet said, watching a golden haired elf in white robes run from a goblin. “Think we should step in?”
“To help a cleric of light?” Bob said with open skepticism.
Laughing, Alburet nodded, “You don’t have to if you would rather not in this one. Time to watch that thing, ‘Die in a Fire’.” He clenched his hand and opened it slowly as he stepped forward while speaking the words. The sphere of fire he summoned turned into a streak of fire as he cast it at the goblin chasing the elf. The goblin had its back turned so it didn’t know to dodge, allowing the Fire Blast to hit it in the head. Alburet chuckled as the 44 Damage registered on the goblin, “Over here, ugly.”
The goblin was fixated on the elf though. She dodged, taking a glancing blow before running towards Alburet. “Help, please,” she cried out as she ran at him.
Alburet nodded as he spoke the words again for another Fire Blast. Before he could cast his though, Bob launched one hitting the goblin in the chest. “She did ask nicely,” was Bob’s response to Alburet’s raised brow. Shaking his head, Alburet tossed his second Fire Blast, catching the goblin in the chest and frowned at only doing 18 damage. He sighed, noting the damaged leather the goblin was wearing.
The elf darted behind them as Alburet stepped forward and prepared to attack the goblin. “I’ll heal you,” the elf panted as she came to a stop behind Bob.
“Keep your light off of me,” Bob said without malice as he cast another Fire Blast.
Alburet grunted as his attack connected with the goblin’s knee and pulling its attention to himself. “I got it,” he said, “give me a second to get more aggro, Bob.”
Bob paused in his casting as he had been asked to do, watching his master get hit hard. “You should dodge more,” Bob said with a chuckle.
“Smart ass imp,” Alburet hissed as the cut really hurt him. “I should make you tank.”
“Squishy imp, remember? And it would lower my happiness, which is so close to the next level,” Bob laughed.
Alburet was about to reply but a second swing gashed him, leaving him breathless for a second. A white light encircled him gently and he sighed in relief as the pain vanished. “I love that.” Alburet laughed, landing another attack on the goblin’s chest, giving up on trying to do just head shots.
Bob just sniggered before he cast another Fire Blast, “Which part do you love, the pain or the healing?”
“He sure is a lippy little bastard isn’t he?” the elf said.
Laughing, Alburet parried the next attack, “Oh, yes. My fault though. I told him to be himself. Now I’m wondering if that was such a good idea.”
The next Fire Blast went wide, “Oops, I missed,” Bob chuckled, “Can’t aim if I’m nervous I guess.”
“Ha ha,” Alburet replied as he slammed his staff into the goblins chest and shoved it back a step, “If you miss again before this mob dies I think I shall invoke a five minute silence for you. Since you don’t need to say anything to cast your spells it shouldn’t affect your damage.”
The next blast caught the goblin square in the face, killing it, “Woohoo, no silence for me.” Bob did a little jig, laughing wildly.
The healer shook her head, “He’s a bit weird. The only other Summoner I’ve seen was bitching about his imp not helping as it should, though, so maybe this is an improvement. But gods, it must get annoying.”
Alburet touched the corpse which vanished, leaving a bag behind. Touching that, he blinked at the notification, “This one had supplies.”
LOOT:
1 Supply cache
“Oh! I still need three of those,” the healer said with a smile. “I’m Marysue, by the way.”
Alburet groaned at the name, “I’m Alburet. Really, you named your healer Marysue?”
She sighed, “It happens to be my real name as well. I always get that when I play online games, maybe it’s because I always play a healer.”
“Could be, considering a Marysue always wants to help others,” Alburet agreed. “It was your mob so I guess the supplies should go to you.” He stood up, turning away from the bag on the ground, “Why are you trying to solo out here anyway?”
“Wasn’t my intention,” she said, picking up the supplies. “My friend is late and I have no idea why.”
Alburet said sympathetically, “Want to group up then? We can split the supplies evenly while we do.”
“Sounds great. Trying to solo as a healer sucks unless it’s undead, then I can fuck them up royally,” Marysue grinned. “So, you are the de-facto tank since the imp doesn’t want me to heal him.”
Groaning, Alburet sighed then gave his best depressed robot voice, “Don’t talk to me about pain, I know pain.”