Life&Death

Welcome! Your English is great. Enjoy the shard

Soul vaulted off the wall and started doing backflips in the air while he fell upwards. Landing back on the top of the chasm he started talking to Hellbent. ”So, you’re going to help us?”

Greediness, yes, arrogance, definitely, stupidity, not really, ignorance, possibly.

Very true. But doesn’t everyone try to do what they perceive as right? Mistborn Era 1 Spoilers. (I don’t know spoiler policy so just to be safe.) So I guess buckets of crem is a bit extreme, but Amaram has misguided morals.

As characters they are both extremely well written. As people they are buckets of crem.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can manage, also if you want to go faster, I can launch you up quite smoothly.” Soul walked over to the wall and then took a few steps up the wall. “Then we can go pick up you rope, it would really be no trouble.”

151: Never under any circumstances split up. If you are the protagonist your friends will be killed or captured, if you are not, then you will be killed or captured. 152: if you ignored 151 and hear a strange noise, do not inspect it, and instead burn it with fire as soon as possible. 153: always have a flamethrower or similar for situations above. 154: if you hear screaming that suddenly cuts off, do not look for the source but instead run away as fast as possible with as many other people as possible. 155: if an enemy has infiltrated your group/palace/army, always assume it is a shapeshifter who now knows all your plans. Change plans immediately and don’t let anyone know. If you let the protagonist know, then they are an imposter and the real one has been captured. 156: if your weapon is about half full of ammo/energy/fuel, refill it immediately because otherwise it will run out right when you need it the most.

Soul made his body frictionless, and through some subtle lashings he slid along the chasm wall, onto and across the floor, and started back up the opposite side. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” He called. Vaulting of the wall he did a backflip towards the center of the chasm. Lashing himself back down he landed in a crouch next to Kilo and the woman. Stormlight shot out of him in a ring of smoke. ”I am known as Soul. What brings you here?”

I could make my demands more complicated if you want.

Can mine be made of glass? I want to lash it into the sky and wait for it to fall back down to listen to the noise.

“Practice is the only thing that will help.” Soul replied with an insane look in his eyes. “I’ve found that this is the best way.” Stepping out above the chasm he fell face first towards the bottom of the canyon towards certain death.

A man fell from the sky glowing with stormlight. He smashed into the plateau and looked down at Kilo. “Hello there.” Soul said grinning at him. “It’s been a while.”

When Mistborn counts as short fiction.

Soul felt a sharp blow to his face. Staggering in the tree he looked around and saw Naermen. Smiling he lashed himself directly towards her and swung his Shardblade directly at her head while simultaneously stabbing his knife towards her stomach.

I’ll rejoin, just give me a bit to come up with a character.

Malazan book of the fallen: Guardians of the Moon is amazing if you don’t mind extremely complex plot and writing.

Soul was interrupted from his conversation with his awakened earring by a letter that appeared out of nowhere. Quickly he read the invitation. ”Huh, no weapons policy? I wonder how they will enforce that with knights radiant around. Will they ban spren?” ”Not sure how well that would work.” El interjected. “We are basically incorporeal after all.” ”Ah well. Luckily with you,” Soul said, addressing his new metalmind. “I won’t lose control and start killing people.” This should be interesting. Soul thought. An important announcement will be made, probably sending everything into a new stage and messing up many people’s plans. Soul would need to contact his allies, namely Naermen, who he heard was the great Gancho Libre’s new champion. Soul stood up, walked out of his fortress and lashed himself into the distance.

This happens right after his defeat at the alleyway bar.

Welcome!

Hello and Welcome

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are delicious. Oatmeal raisin are the worst. They are filthy liars as well.

I’d have to agree with @Niteshado

Soul looked back and saw Naermen thrusting a dagger at him. Burning aluminum he suddenly lost speed and was able to avoid the worst of the dagger strike, but a long thin cut appeared on his side. “Rusts, the plan isn’t working! Put it on hold El, I’m going to try something else. Stay there for now.” Soul spoke telepathically to Elefthera. Pulling out his remaining sword he faced Naermen, ready for whatever she tried next. As he did so, thick trees sprung from the ground hiding the opponents from each other. Soul grabbed the branch of one as it reached skyward and was carried to the top. “Alright, plan is officially a bust.” Stretching for this hand a silvery thin blade appeared in his hand. With this sword, he needed something other then his aluminum blade. So he replaced his sword with a small knife. Getting stabbed with this would do lots of damage.