He likes to plan in the short term

Classes are over, I have almost entirely new stats, and awesome new skills to grind. What could go wrong?

NEVER ASK WHAT COULD GO WRONG, YOUNG SUMMONER.

John winced as a female mental scream pierced his brain and the courtyard of Ashcroft Academy took on a purple hue. John rolled his eyes, practically hearing the wild pokemon encounter music as he took up what he hoped looked like a nonchalant yet tough fighting stance. Then his eyes widened as he saw the ground shaking and breaking up in the center of the courtyard, as a twelve-foot tall earthen giantess rose dramatically. He cast observe on her.

Level 8 Earth Golem

A summoned creature made of earth. If male, it specializes in taking and causing large amounts of damage through melee while moving slowly. If female, it specializes in dodging attacks and causing small amounts of damage through ranged attacks.

Observe level 3: gain more detailed knowledge of opponents while in combat.

Holy shit this is a summon? Who summoned it?

ONE WHO IS GREATER THAN YOU IN EVERY ASPECT another female scream assaulted John.

You’re reading my mind?

IS THAT A RHETORICAL QUESTION? HOW ELSE WOULD I BE RESPONDING TO YOUR QUESTIONS? The voice was indignant.

And now you’re making fun of me? How rude.

The other summoner seemed to be at a loss for words for a few seconds. John took this time to try and escape. Emphasis on try. John took all of three steps before being intercepted by the Earth Golem, who had been at least twenty feet away.

NOW WHO IS BEING RUDE? Was there a twinge of pain in her voice just then?

“Still you, I’m afraid.”

More stunned silence. It appeared that John’s captor’s weak spot was manners.

And how is that so? The voice almost mumbled.

“Well here I was, minding my own business, walking home, when you just up and trapped me in a dungeon.”

Are you just assuming it was me? She was heating back up again.

“You’re the only other magic caster I’ve met”

More stunned silence.

“You’re new at this, aren’t you?” Came a girl’s voice from behind the golem. From where John was being held, he couldn’t see her, just the curves of her golem.

“Is it that obvious?” John asked sheepishly.

“Magic casters aren’t rare so yeah.” She replied, stepping out from behind her golem.

She was beautiful. 5’4”, an athletic body, light brown hair, deep green eyes, full lips, and a green aura. She wore a Firesmith Academy uniform: Short black and gray plaid miniskirt and a red blouse. She was frowning. Her brows furrowed and pouting lips and arms crossed. He must have missed something she said. Did she catch him staring? Shit shit shit shit shit. The golem dropped him and retreated into the hole she came from.

“Are you going to answer me or not?” She was getting angry again. She was really cute. Fuck. Focus, John. This earned a giggle.

“Focus on what? My ass? My ‘deep green eyes’?” She laughed again.

John blushed. He had forgotten she could read his mind. Pretty big mistake. His Gamer’s Spirit kicked in. He cast observe on her.

Julie Ankov

Level 12 Summoner

Earthen Mages (Guild)

She immediately stopped laughing.

“Why can’t I read your thoughts anymore? You just cast a spell, didn’t you? How are you so calm all of a sudden? You were just all blushing and embarrassed, what happened?”

She stepped back, wary of you, and summoned two much smaller creatures.

Time to fight, I guess.

John narrowed his eyes and crouched, readying himself for whatever she decided to throw at him as he let his Gamer’s Spirit take over. He cast observe on the smaller summons as he tried to figure out a way to not end this encounter with his ****.

Level 4 Mud Sparrow

A summoned creature made of earth. Main attacks consist of precise pecks to weak points and fly-by wing bashes.

He had a plan, but it was risky. It also rode on the assumption that she didn’t have enough mana to summon the golem again. He cast flames and aimed right at Julie, hoping the Mud Sparrows would take the bait and protect their summoner as he summoned Ignis. It worked. The birds flew directly into the line of John’s fire.

2 dmg

2 dmg

2 dmg

2 dmg

2 dmg

2 dmg

No crits here. But decent amount of damage. He could see them cracking under the heat and pressure.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN?”

This was punctuated by a third summon emerging from the ground. It was small and spiky and a slivery color. It took up a defensive position under the Mud Sparrows. Interested by the new development, John cast observe on the newcomer.

Level 2 Flinthog

A summoned creature made of flint, whose primary objective is to tackle any that come near its master.

John smirked. He cast Call Summon. Ignis materialized in a ball of flame on his palm, burning him for 1 hp. John sent a mental idea to Ignis, hoping it worked like that, and that Ignis would understand. It did, and jumped from his palm. It landed gracefully and bounded towards Julie. Now John had just enough time and mana to try the last phase of his crazy plan. He cast Fire Summon, focusing his mind on an image of a specific creature he was trying to summon.