It's been 20 minutes since Royce got the water. He's nowhere near the oasis' entrance. In reality, he's been walking around the town and taking in the sights. Only now has he arrived at the lagoon, whom's closest structure was the Rebecca church, 200 yards away.
*Sniff*
"Huh. These old men really do pollute the waters," he couldn't help but comment. 'Well, it matters not. It is not like I am here for the smell anyways. What I want is something to refresh my vitality.
And I refuse to accept those offers from the damn courtesans!' he finished the thought with a clenched fist.
*Whistling noise suddenly cut short*
"HAH! It's you!"
'Nooo.... It CAN'T BE!!!' Hoping his ears were betraying him, Royce took a slow and cautious turn.
"IT'S YOU!!!" As if their lives were knitted together by the Sisters' Fate's hands, the courtesan and soldier met once again.
"Why are you here, wench!?" Yelled the man.
"Why are you here, You Pedo!?" screamed the woman.
"I ALREADY SAID THAT TO BE WRONG!!!" The man roared, charging the woman with his spear.
"ARE YOU DERANGED?" the woman shrieked, frozen in her spot.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
"AHHHHHHH!"
BOOOOM!
A small shockwave reached the pair before the spear, pushing them both slightly.
"The hell was---!?" Craning his neck in the direction the blast came from, his normally droopy eyes opened completely, like a croc opening his second eyelid.
"Dear God!!!" the courtesan screamed.
Never in a million year did he expect this to happen.
Especially on Saharan land.
Especially with Saharan's religion.
"Somebody's attacked the Rebecca Church!"
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BOOOOM!
"GAAAAAH!"
[You've received 1,200 damage.]
"I know!"
Yelling his lungs out, Godspeed was launched from the church 80 yards out. His back slamming the ground first, he somersaulted back onto his feet, skidding to a halt.
"Forgot about that guy," he muttered to himself. He really didn't want to fight against two Second-Advancement priests with the class he had. But in the end it might be unavoidable.
"I'm not done yet though. Still gotta finish the mission. Still gotta destroy the church." With blood dripping from his smile, he begun the 'real' part of the quest.
"Sprint!"
Fwoosh! Dashing across the torn up land and staying low, he stuck his hand out and let it drag.
'8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...'
"Demolish!"
Fwoomph! Blowing the ground wide open, the skill's recoil rocketed Godspeed 20 yards up.
After his speed began to lull, his mind began to rush. 'Which skill do I use? If I use 'Demolition's Charge,' than I'm not confident in there being enough AOE damage. But If I use 'Destructive Blow,' then I'll blow everyone in the building away.'
"What do I----"
"'Holy Missile' x2!"
"'Holy Missile' x2!"
"Damn it! These guys aren't done yet?" With the flashing lights breaking his concentration, he made his choice before the attacks could land.
"Obliterate!" Spinning around and pushing his right arm forward, the most dense piece of red and black energy formed around his hand, and right before the attacks landed...
BAM!
Both the missiles and Godspeed's body launched in opposite directions, with the missiles fizzing out, and Godspeed falling towards the roof of the church. And right before landing, the energy that was around his right hand spread out, towards both elbows and clasped-together hands. And just as he neared the tiles...
CRASH! His arms smashed down, going all the way through the top of the building in a 5 yard radius. No skill caused the creation of rubble, just his strength and the peculiar energy.
Falling through the building this time, he landed on both feet and rolled, the energy still not disappearing.
"I've got it: Imma just run the the whole place down," he said out loud.
"N-no you're not!' someone exclaimed.
Looking toward the corner, Godspeed saw the trembling Pluto clenching his robe, breathing so hard that it seemed as if his heart would come out his chest. But although he looked like he was ready to keel over at any second, his voice held steady.
"I will not let you defile this place anymore!" Sticking his arm out, he called out his skill.
"Holy Ray!" Different from Holy Missile, this skill launched small streaks of light towards the opponent. Multiple streaks of light, to be clear. As many as the caster was willing to cast, to be specific. And, they were harmful to anyone who associated with the God Yatan.
"Oh come on!" Dashing through around the church, Godspeed repeatedly tumbled and threw his weight around the room. But it wasn't unplanned. Each part of the church that he slammed or rammed into, he would touch with at least one of his hands, leaving a small stamp of dark energy.
"That's 12...14... 15!" counting each stamp, he realized he had reached the conclusion and chose his final marks.
Leading the accumulating rays, he ran straight towards the wall, and instead of crashing into it, he jumped onto and off of it, with the rays instead smacking the wall, leaving no trace of their damage.
'It'd be nice if Priests left damage in their own churches,' he thought wishingly. 'But no matter!' As he rose in the air, he slapped his two hands across the ceiling, placing the last markings.
"17!" he yelled out loud, and only then did the boy notice the small tendrils of opposing energy.
"What are you doing!?" he screamed out in frustration.
"Just finishing my quest!" with three steps and three slips around the fired rays, he put his face right in front of Pluto's.
"W-what the--!"
As Godspeed grabbed Pluto by the collar, the boy couldn't help but exclaim in wonder. Drawing his arm back as if he were cocking a gun, Godspeed picked up his leg...
And slammed it down, at the same time fastballing the young Priest-in-training out of the church's doors.
"Pluto!" And right at that moment, the two Senior Priests walked up the steps and were met with a flying robe. All three brothers-of-cloth launched out, their measly priest strength nothing in front of Godspeed's throwing power.
"That's it!" Following the Priests, Godspeed himself jumped out of the building.
And right as he began to descend, he brought his fingers together and uttered his skill name.
"Minefield!"
Wherever the 17 marks were, either at the ceiling, the walls, the door, even where the statues of Rebecca used to be.... it all blew up.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The rubble flew everywhere, the tiles of the roof fell off, the ceiling caved in, the floor was turned non-existent... the Rebecca Church as a whole was obliterated.
[You have completed your class quest! Accept your rewards to...]