EXTERIOR- The beach, deep into the wilds, far west of Triangle Valley. A short way north of the oceanic port where adventurous sailors drop their spoils, to be shipped to Saustis.

  The beach is poputed exclusively by muscur, tall, well-fed, well-sculpted and well-armed men and women, wearing either barely-not-indecent-exposure-type swimsuits or full sets of glistening armor, and nothing between those two things. Save for maybe a small handful wearing robes or something.

  In the middle of it all stands a tall, tanned figure, in tan robes with a tan wizard's hat, standing atop a pilr of sand. His facial hair is also tan. The beach-goers stare up at him with a mixture of shock and fear. And delight, because he looks pretty silly.

  NOT PRESENT AT THE MOMENT - THE GIRL (Wearing a grey VERY waterlogged sweater, and her also VERY wet maroon ball cap. No armor. YES shorts, because beach. Her shorts are also SUPER wet. From seawater, not anything weird.) THE BOY (Shirtless and very wet, with flip-flops and incredibly short trunks that the girl had ying around, for whatever reason. They're also wet. Because he is doing something akin to swimming in them.)

  TIME - Well into the afternoon, nearing early evening. The sun is starting to set upon the beach-goers and the so-called "Beach Wizard"

  For the most part, the beach went silent, out of fear and respect for their deceased comrade. Even the ones that didn't know him. They may have never met, but being adventurers gave them a connection stronger than blood. At least, this was true for the sentimental, idealistic-type adventurers.

  The most part was a key phrase there. It was here that another type revealed themselves, one that had previously gone unnoticed, as they blended in with the other jovial adventurers. The giggly-edgy adventurers. A subset of the normal edgy adventurer and very alike in terms of angst, but they repce brooding with ughter, often and especially in wildly inappropriate scenarios. Though a few ugh pretty much normally, a keen ear can spot the majority of them, as they typically take on a higher pitched, with a typically forced manic energy about them- the sound resembles, in some ways, a hyena's.

  At any rate, a man is dead. A pile of bones in armor, at the behest of the strange wizard's cmmy finger.

  "FEAR OUR POWER, KNAVES!" Rasp'd the beach wizard after his overwhelming show of strength.

  "YEAH, MAYBE TRY A CHANGE OF CLOTHES FIRST?" Joked one of the aforementioned giggly-edgy-s. "IT'D REALLY BE A BIG HELP FOR THE REST OF US!"

  The wizard pointed, and then THAT guy was turned into a skeleton! He does not warrant physical description beyond that, he is a bones and clothes now.

  This did not stop the gigglers. Adventurers were not known for their sense of self preservation. Maintaining a sense of fear around them was a fool's errand, it's really just better not to try.

  "STAND DOWN, FOOLISH WARRIORS!" Finally rasp'd the old bastard, the puffy red circles around his aged eyes fring up as he tried his best to look intimidating.

  Clearly, being told what to do was the st straw for the adventurers, who, once a few people started shouting valiantly, raised their weapons and charged down the old man from all sides.

  "BAH! DAMN Y- H-HEY- FUC- BAK- CH!" He tried his absolute best to get out one final word, but the flying arrows and spells smming against his face and body was making it hard. Instead, he just started zapping people. This time with both hands!

  To be clear- These were not weak little attacks the man was brushing off. No, the adventurers were unloading each of their most powerful attacks right out the gate. This was some serious, high-level stuff on dispy. As hard as it may be to believe, this is will be the most powerful foe in the series for quite some time.

  And he's just getting swarmed by an ocean of adventurers, cmmering around him and trying to cw their way up his 8-foot tall pilr! Even with his stupid tankiness and one-shot powers, the tide never seems to wane! It's like billions of ants bursting out of the earth's seams, congregating in an effort to lift a really strong baby! Our protagonists aren't even present!

  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFECK-A-YOUUU, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORON!" As if in response to that, the girl appeared, leaping out mid-swim from the actual ocean. She bursts out of the sea with such force that she flies several feet in the air, high and far enough to drive an incredibly sharp icicle clear through the old man's body.

  Pretty much like that.

  It was much like the st time she did this, with the very same amount of intended lethality.

  "AHK! DAMN YOU!"

  Except, this time, the guy lived. Uh oh.