【Beginning】
Pluma was crouching on a roof and observing the environment quietly, waiting for an appropriate moment. It was a small village where Pluma walked past by chance. He did not expect to see a gang of werewolves ransacking the village. Outnumbered by the enemies, he wanted to stop them but did not want to act rashly and blindly.
Just then, a child stumbled and fell on the ground during chaos. He was crying out loud, calling for his parents. A leading werewolf soldier stepped next to the child and gave him a swift, hefty kick. The child held his stomach in pain. At last, Pluma could not bear watching the cruel and heartless acts of the wolves, he could no longer suppress his anger...
Pluma leaped down from the roof, ignoring everything happening around him and the interrogation of fierce werewolves. He directly walked towards the child and lifted him up. He knocked the dust off his clothes, then said with a smile...
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: It’s really brave of you not to surrender or run away when facing a strong enemy.
Werewolf Commander: Who’re you? Don’t be nosy!
Pluma did not answer, but just glared at the soldier with his sharp eyes. Sensing his icy stares, the werewolves looked at him with a sneer.
Werewolf Commander: Something got your back up? Come hit me if you dare -
The werewolf was beheaded before he could finish his words. It happened in a blink of an eye and all the werewolves had no time to react. They only saw Pluma standing between them and the child, with a pair of scimitars stained with blood in his hand.
Werewolf Soldiers: How dare you... Die!
The gang of werewolf soldiers dashed towards Pluma to revenge for their companion. They swung their swords at Pluma, while Pluma fought back with his double blades. Attacks came in all directions. Though Pluma was a nimble thief with agile moves, he was outnumbered obviously and soon he was put in a tight spot.
As Pluma was busy dealing with the enemies in front of him, one werewolf took the chance to knocked him down from his back, then walked towards him with a cunning grin. Just as he raised his sword to chop Pluma’s head down, a wereshark jumped into the fight from a perch, with a water saber in his hand. He kicked the werewolf aside. Then a werelion also jumped down and stood beside him.
Pluma looked astonished at them. His intuition told him that the wereshark and werelion were not the same as those werewolf soldiers. They were not ordinary. Quick as a flash, the wereshark cut the throat of the werewolves with a swift turn.
The two of them stepped before Pluma, scanning at him while talking to each other...
???: Chief, he’s the one you’re talking about? Well, he seems mediocre.
???: Odous, have you not yet learnt to trust? Or do you not believe my judgement?
Holding his hand out, the werelion wanted to help him up. But feeling humiliated, Pluma knocked his hand away resentfully, then leaped backwards and pointed his swords at the two of them...
【Before Battles】
???: That’s how you treat the one who saved you? Not even a “thank you”? That’s so rude!
Tribal Warrior Odous: Huh! I don’t need your help!
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: I can easily beat them up by myself!
???: Sharp tongue... but, are you as strong as what the legend said...
???: Let me see it for myself!
【Enemy Dialog】
???: Pluma, the sky-high outlaw fluttering his golden yellow wings...
???: We’ve heard about you a long time ago.
???: Your faith that gives you strength to fight is very similar to ours...
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Cut the crap!
【After Battles】
???: Join our tribe!
???: Let’s change this world together!
【End】
After the fierce battle, the werelion, the wereshark and Pluma were all panting. Then they held their breath and looked at one another. The werelion shed the sizzling elemental power gathered in his hands, and paced towards Pluma. Seeing what the werelion did, the wereshark also put away his water saber away, following behind the werelion with a sneer on his face.
Pluma was still guarding himself against the werelion and the wereshark, but his feeling had changed for them. The werelion was walking towards him, holding his hand out again as if he was not afraid of the double scimitars in Pluma’s hands...
Tribal Chief Mufasa: My name is Mufasa. I am the chief of the Spiritual Civilization.
Tribal Chief Mufasa: That is Odous. He is the strongest warrior of the tribe, and also my best aide.
Pluma hesitated, for he was going solo all the time without so-called “companions”. But now he was moved by the two people standing before him, as it was difficult to change the world by him alone. Pluma stabbed his scimitars into the ground, sparing his hand to shake that of Mufasa.
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Pluma.
Since then, the three of them had been fighting together for countless battles. Their bond grew stronger and stronger. Where you see Mufasa, you will definitely see Odous and Pluma as well.