Arrival

[Keyfie]

I . . . lost? How could I have lost? Keyfie thinks as he lay wherever he was refusing to open his eyes. I had it . . . I had him! He focuses on slowing his breathing and relaxes his sore limbs in an attempt to calm himself. Reaching out next to him, his fingers brush against his swallow and a small smile of relieved recognition spreads across his face. As his hand grips the familiar, cool, wooden grip of his weapon, Keyfie hears a faint ringing. Reaching out with his other hand, he grips the worn strap of his knapsack.
Good . . . at least I haven't lost anything except for my pride. Sitting up, the ringing seems to increase in intensity. Reluctantly, Keyfie opens his eyes to the sight of the magnificent scene that surrounds him.
Surrounded by a vast variety of flowers, Keyfie notices the blue lunabells the most as they appeared to be glowing slightly in the moonlight. From this glow, he notices the various flora that typically grow in very different climates. "What the . . . ?" Keyfie breathes out as his ribs shrieked in pain.
Standing, up Keyfie leans on his swallow for support before shouldering his knapsack. Well . . . wherever I am, I should probably find a place to rest for the rest of the night. What exactly was that magic Jerimiah used, though?. With the strange runes on his mind, Keyfie cautiously makes his way south while also keeping his eyes open for any useful herbs to harvest.

[NPA]

_One flower that looks like a smaller version of a rafflesia expands just underneath Keyfie. Its petals wrap around him and rub as though licking him, then they retract and the flower resumes its prior state. While the action is not so rough as to cause real damage, it's more than a bit uncomfortable, given his current injuries._

[Keyfie]

As the petals resume their former orientation, Keyfie jumps away from it, landing a couple yards away. "What the hell?!" Keyfie says overly loudly as he quickly looks at his bare skin. Noticing his various cuts and bruises, he watches to see if his skin would react to any sort of allergic reaction. As he examines his skin, he listens to his surroundings for anything that may approach him.

[NPA]

_Nothing else happens for a moment, save the windchime-like ringing from the lunabells. A small murder of crows flies overhead, also toward the south, where something like a shack or two is visible on the horizon. Notably, though, Keyfie recognizes a small patch of chamomile with two brown mushrooms, one appearing to be a cremini, the other a portabello, next to it._

[Keyfie]

Ah, well, these I'm familiar with. Keyfie returns his attention to his injuries momentarily before performing a simple healing jutsu. Once the effect of the jutsu treat the injuries, he collects the mushrooms and chamomile with ease that comes from years of practice before storing them in their appropriate pockets in his knapsack. Now . . . I thought I saw . . . Ah, there they are. Maybe there will be people there who can tell me where that orc bile-gargling weasel sent me. With that, Keyfie heads toward the shacks in the distance, now at a brisk jog.

[NPA]

_The shacks are becoming much easier to distinguish; it's actually a whole village. Keyfie's motion stirs a huge cluster of intensely colorful bugs, mostly butterflies, a short distance in front of him. A red-and-purple shark jumps out of the ground to devour them, its body streaming from left to right across Keyfie's vision. Given how long it took for the whole body to get out of the ground and then back in at the same angle, Keyfie could tell that it was at least 20 feet long and had the relative girth of a great white._

[Keyfie]

Sliding to a stop, Keyfie grips his swallow tighter as he scans his surroundings with his eyes and air sensory. Was that a shark? How was it able to swim through the earth like it was at sea? Not wanting to take any chances, Keyfie runs towards the village, holding nothing back.

[NPA]

_Shortly after passing the point where the bugs had been, Keyfie is ambushed by some orcs. The three of them spring up from the ground, snarling and drooling, then run at him in a somewhat melodramatic, screaming charge. They are organized and armed in respect to the below pictures, from left to right, in a line. Should Keyfie take note of their sizes, they appear to be roughly man-sized. The polearm-bearer is about Keyfie's height, and the other two are a little shorter. Actually, the one on the right looks like it can't be much more than 5 feet high._

[Keyfie]

Keyfie continues running on course toward the three creatures. Once he identifies their weapon types, Keyfie charges toward the orc with the polearm. Keyfie jumps up in an attempt to fly over the orc while keeping his swallow between himself and the foe before slashing at the back of the orc's head in a somersault motion, channeling an average amount of PS energy to generate small, perpetual tornadoes along the length of the strike edge for a honed, magical strike. Once he lands with his back to the orcs, Keyfie moves to the right side of the orc and quickly thrusts with his swallow into the orc's side while channeling an above average amount of PS energy to generate a focused wind blast to try to send it flying into its comrades.

[NPA]

_The polearm rises in an attempt to catch Keyfie's overhead path, but all that it does is collide lightly with the swallow. The bearer grunts audibly at the somersault strike, but barely flinches. They spin to meet Keyfie's assault, but he is a bit too fast for them. The targeted orc can't bring his weapon around in time to defend himself. The wind burst is enough to knock him into his sword-wielding ally, but the latter cathes the former on his chest with a braced stance. While the struck orc regains composure, the axe-wielding orc leaps over the others to bring the edge right into Keyfie's skull while the sword orc wraps around the polearm-bearer's right side to swing laterally toward Keyfie's left side. The polearm-bearer attempts an opposing flank, moving toward its left (north, the way that Keyfie would be facing at the time if he doesn't change his orientation during this) while readying its weapon for a thrust._

[Keyfie]

Angling the swallow into a defensive overhead position, Keyfie attempts to redirect the attacks away from their intended destination and towards the polearm-bearer. He focuses opposing air currents to travel at high velocity down the length of the swallow to create a dense, miniature wind wall that would, in theory, protect both the weapon and Keyfie's hands, using a moderate amount of MA and PS.

[NPA]

_The mage's energy does not go to waste: The attacks are deflected cleanly off the wind-protected swallow, though the orcs have enough restraint to keep from harming their comrade. Said ally feints toward Keyfie's neck, then attempts an ankle stab. The axe slides over the sword blade and strikes the ground, but the short-range orcs bounce right back. Assuming that the opportunity for Keyfie's counterattack is sufficiently squandered, they rise so that the sword can wrap around for a stab toward Keyfie's left side while the axe-wielder runs around to get behind and left of its target._

[Keyfie]

Keyfie jumps straight into the air, augmenting his jump with some power to cause a dust cloud to hopefully hinder their sight. Once he is 10 meters above the orcs' heads, Keyfie reorients himself to face downward and uses a moderate amount of power to propel himself toward the polearm-bearer's head while using more power to form a highly sharpened point at the tip of the swallow. Keyfie thrusts hard, aiming for the orc's eye. Note that, when he spends "power," that is to say that he spends a 50/50 split cost among PS and MA.

[NPA]

_Each of their attacks miss, then they stand like turkeys in the rain when facing their airborne foe. The polearm-bearer brings his stick up, but not quickly enough, for Keyfie is quite fast. He barely starts to emit a painful scream from his gaping mouth before the swallow and its air tip push far enough to start to brain the poor dolt. Still, he isn't dead. He is, however, in enough pain that he drops the weapon and recoils backward, swiftly yanking the swallow out of his eye socket and covering his face. As he made a ruckus, the other two tried to take advantage of Keyfie's opening by each performing an overhead swing._

[Keyfie]

Upkeeping the air tip, Keyfie quickly jumps backwards going over the orcs' heads before propelling himself, as before, towards the sword-bearer and striking at the nape of his neck trying to sever the spine. As he does this, Keyfie also maneuvers his body to where his forward momentum will let him be able to drive his foot into the axe-bearer's neck. I hope this works!