"Hahahaha, it's refreshing, this is my first time actually having to put some efforts in the first floor."
An said, looking over at Roger.
"You should have ran out of MP by now, but with those earrings you're wearing... You probably got enough MP for one Tactical Relocation left, don't you?"
Quick calculations in the mind of the mad man, An turned over to face the four other members, who he presumed to be all Americans also.
"I'm already debuffed, so you're useless. This meathead only have one taunt left because you'd oughta have a shitty mana pool, you're not good enough to make use of Opportunist Strike, and you... That leaves you. Healer."
Tam wondered if he should translate what An just said whilst he hid behind Roger, or should he kept his mouth shut. Which side of the fight was he even on?
Steve Rogers ignored what An just said, he found a clean spot on the ground and sat down on a rock, getting a good view of the plains from this mountain.
"Ice him, boys."
Steve Rogers commanded, having his guild actually get serious and went in to teach An a lesson.
He then turned over to Tam:
"I've always wanted to say that in an Italian accent."
"You still sound very American though..." Tam commented,
"Oh yeah? You can do better?"
"Ay Tonay, aiced 'em, boais." Tam replicated the Godfather accent perfectly.
"Points taken." Steve Rogers nodded,
Angry from getting his nose punched, Spirough glared at Steve who Relocated him. With murder intent on his mind, he started wildly slashing towards An.
"GARRRGGHH YOU MORON!"
He screamed, with his dagger flinging everywhere, from top down, sideways, down up, even diagonally. An had his round shield on hand, so he made some breathing room by keeping space, dodging and blocking the attack.
At that moment, An was reminded of a famous saying in Vietnam that went "Vua thua thằng liều" which meant "The king loses to the man who risks it all"
With a crazy maniac swinging his arm unpredictably, An kept counted and realize something crucial.
Opportunist Strike Count: 10 (MAX)
The already stacked up the damage, and the next hit would be lethal damage.
"Damn it..."
His stamina was running low, and he couldn't afford to spend it all on just this guy when there's 3 other people dying to get a punch into him. The upside, however, was that none of them would dare to follow him and Spirough right now considering how the American's unstable blade work can easily deal friendly cuts.
"What's the matter, An? Scared?" Steve commented from afar.
Spirough stabbed front, An dodged to the side, Spirough continued with the momentum for a side slash, An blocked with the shield; which didn't proc all the stats from Opportunist Strike some how, so the threat was still apparent. Spirough ran to grapple him, An jab him in the nose, leaving him disoriented for a second to create more distance...
"Fine then..." An panted, "I will teach you something called... Controlled chaos."
An's footwork suddenly got much more unpredictable, dodged a strike before Spirough's arm even move, he stepped aside before Spirough could even swing the dagger. As if the maniac was suddenly readable again.
"It all came from the shoulders, you amateurs."
Even though An said that, he knew the fight was not in his favor,
An said, taking a leap forward to close the distance between the two. Threatening to deliver some kind of attack, and the Crimson Circulation was having none of it.
Taunt (F)
Humon used Taunt.
"Good job." Steve exclaimed from a distance.
This force An to change his focus onto the tank, he could not change the target of his bloodlust. And to their knowledge, he didn't have any ranged attack, which meant a free hit in for Spirough who was mere inches way.
"Die, you ___!"
Spirough said a word so controversial and so new that the editor of this webnovel refused to leave the original sentence in, having the risk of a giant lawsuit hanging above our head.
Spirough stab An's back when he turned to Humon.
Crack
SLAM
"AND THAT IS WHERE YOU LOST!" An exclaimed, turning into laughter.
While everyone was focusing on calculating the path that An would take to approach Humon, trying to intercept and defeat him. They forgot to pay good attention at Spirough, and somehow, someway, some ungodly reason.
He was unconscious on the ground.
Knock Out
"What happened?!" Steve Rogers was confused.
"Didn't you see?" Tam pointed at An, "He just... Did a spinning kick on Spirough's head and slam it down with the momentum. I think he used x2 SPD too, I'm not sure?"
"There's no way he did that, he was under the effect of [Taunt], he can't possibly..."
"Jesus Christ... Oy, Blue-hair."
An looked at Steve Rogers and Tam, those two has been speaking English this whole time, which irritated him. Because he didn't understand a word like at all.
"Keep it down, and look at your Tank."
With An's advice, Tam looked over to Humon Gorgos. While Steve Rogers, not understanding Vietnamese, still looked at An, trying to decipher his groggy tone and unfamiliar language.
"Oh god... There it is! See?! Look, look at it!"
Tam pulled on Steve's sleeve and pointed. The two of them saw Humon, who bend down to the ground and picked up... A ring.
Equipment: [Basic Ring]
+Increase Mana (Extremely Small)
"You... No way-" Steve gasped in shock.
An smirked, seeing Steve reaction was the cherry on top.
"I threw my ring at his face, dealing inconsequential amount of damage to him, but it was enough for the stupid system to count it as a provoked attack and removed the Taunt." An explained.
"It's a shame your friend's Taunt was only F-Rank, if it was E-Rank then that wouldn't have work."
It was explanation, all spoken in Vietnamese, and Steve needed to understand, so he turned over to Tam and shake the guy, trying to squeeze some sense out of him.
"What did he say? How did he escape [Taunt]?! Translate, now!"