7. Earning a Reputation among hunter's.

Micah, knocked speechless for the first time that he can remember. "w..what?!" He looks around at the carnage around him, sensing the fading aura of several beasts exceeding level 10, not only His class, but race giving him an edge in this factor. After some time he turns around looking at Silver as if seeing her strength for the first time. "How are you so strong? what is your class actually? there's no way you are F ranked, seriously? even i didnt have this much power when i first awakened!" unable to contain her laughter any more, silver cackles maniacally, sending shivers down Micah's spine. "take a look yourself, it might shock you to know, but im a bonafide badass now..." After saying that she tosses over her hunter's license, the one now depicting her new rank and status as a creationist class, for the second time in just a few minutes, making micah's jaw drop and render him speechless. "Wha--What?! You are a creator class? do you know how rare you are?! what can you create? what is the limit to your power?! how much mana can you wield?! how far above your level can you fight? 15?20? higher?!" Micah rapid fires dozens of questions from sheer excitement mixed with a hint of fear, after all, a creator class is well known for its destructive capability. "calm down calm down, im not exactly OP or anything, and as of now im severely limited due to several reasons, but if I can level up enough and gather the resources, i can remedy those issues, then, well, All I know is that I will be Much stronger than ever before. As for the rest, I have to explore my options." she smiles answering the most pressing of his concerns at the moment, being honest with him since he has been nothing but friendly and helpful since they were very little, especially him."wait, what issues? resources?!" Silver nods as she hears these two questions pointing at the empty sleeve. "due to losing a critical part of me, its left me in a severely wounded state indefinitely, causing all of my combat, and agility stats to be affected, as well as experience and mana have been damaged as well, leveling up takes much longer now, and each level only provides 30 mana to my overall pool, at level 3 now, I only have 150 available mana, which is much less than a normal level 3 which should have about 200 or more, so yea I have a bit of a draw back." Seeing this Micah realizes why she is hunting indescriminately. "So if you need experience, why don't you get a team for dungeons? the experience and monster density is higher?Plus with your class no one should refuse right?" well, normally you would be right, but most people do not want to take a cripple, after all they are usually a liability in dungeons, I'm an exception not the rule, but...if i have a friend who may know a group...say...willing to help me earn a rep? I might have a chance to dungeon raid, I wouldn't even ask for any beast cores or dungeon chest rewards, just the right to kill as many monster's as I can..." She subtly hints, nudging the city guard captain's son to help her get any team to let her in. "Are you asking if I may know a team lacking a member? I may, but the leader is a jerk, and will want to test you personally, both in melee combat, as well as your talent, even with your new fancy license,still interested?" giving a curt nod with a fierce look. "anyone will do for now, afterall I am seen as a cripple right now." with that said, a moment later dozens of patrolling city guards show up seeing the clear field surrounded by carnage and a single defense tower at the center, seeing the city defense captain several approach cautiously. "um..excuse..excuse me captain, do you know what happened here?" smirking at this micah and silver look at the meek seeming guard, a half elf archer. "it's nothing, just an up and coming hunter testing out their class, I would say no big deal, but...it sorta is so keep a watch out for the future news and rumors." micah replies keeping silver's class a subtle secret to build anticipation. With that micah leaves, followed quickly by the guards, and not long after silver leaves, frustrated at how long its taking to gain experience now, still stuck at level 3. "hopefully I get word from this a-hole team soon, I need to get another arm..." A few days go by, silver doing her best to maintain the work of the shop, far slower than usual, when her phone rings. at a glance, she sees an unknown caller, picking it up, she answer's quickly. "hello, this is silver with hailstorm mechanics, how can I help you?" using her usual phrase out of habit when a gruff voice replies with more snark than is necessary. "huh, a one armed mechanic huh, why did micah even refer you?" already getting pissed but keeping her calm, for now. " I am quite strong even with just one arm, and my class allows me to fight above my level effectively, if you would like to interview in person set a time and place, we can duel and you can see for yourself..." getting straight to the point to avoid more comments and annoying jokes. "fine, meet at shelly's dinner, one hour come ready for a raid." with that the line goes dead, pissing off silver even further, with a huff of breath silver quickly changes struggling a bit as she does. Eventually twenty minutes later, she heads out of the shop towards her private lot, usually preferring to walk, but the meeting place is on the complete opposite side of town. Walking up to a car that strangely resembles a 1967 mustange on earth but here, is called a roadrunner, for its style and speed. Climbing in,She leaves, still stewing on his attitude, every intention of pummeling the guy in a 'friendly' duel.

On the other side of town. "Can you believe that micah asked me to do him a favor and let a cripple on our team? does he think we are a charity here?" Greg says, the leader of this currently four man team, after the last member who was their main damage dealer in the party, was injured in the last dungeon. Cathy replies, the teams archer and sharp shooter of the team. "hey, don't put them down so quickly, if micah puts a word in for someone they have to be special, right?" a snort from nearby,a dark elf assassin class male catches their attention. "if they are so special why would they need help getting a team for dungeons?" a dwarf barbarian replies in a gruff voice. "aye, a cripple is special,but can they fight?"

A half hour later, Silver shows up pulling into the dinner, getting out, already suited in her light armor, she carries her explosive gauntlet in opting to put it on at the fight.Almost as soon as she enter's she hears a loud bellow coming from the group in the back, in a sad attempt to be mysterious. "not only is it a cripple but tiny fucking cripple, what the fuck can you do?" pissed, silver walks over with a barely concealed angry stride. "why dont we go find somewhere to spar and I will happily show you what I can do, we can even make a bet on it, I lose, I will leave, I win, I take front and get to kill as many beasts as I can, all treasures will be given to you, I just want the experience.So...do we have a deal little man?" She says, all while glaring up at the unusually average sized shield bearer known as Greg. "...deal, but dont complain after ,that i took advantage of your handicap you cripple." with a sharp nod Silver leads the way, having fought illegal fights all over the city, she knows a good spar spot not even 5 minutes from the dinner, walking to it she tosses the gauntlet up slipping her hand in the opening as it falls effortlessly. "first to fall or to surrender, no killing or maiming is allowed, only one round of melee, and then one round of class combat." Silver states and reminds the party of the spar duel rules, knowing some like to break them and pretend they didn't know. walking to one side of the clearing, Silver turns around and waits patiently. "humph, someone count us down.." Greg gives a contemptuous snort at silver's attitude of this fight. Greg is confident in his strength, being level 15 already while silver is only level 3, how much strength stats can she have right? though, he is sorely mistaken, because as soon as the count hits three seconds, silver practically flashes up to greg, his own dexterity barely giving him time to raise his huge heavy shield up and brace for the impact. Little does Greg know, this is exactly what she wanted, striking with such force and speed coupled with the impact explosive striking his shield, the explosion creates dust cloud that hides what happened just now, the only thing visible is a very clearly beaten greg, flying 10 feet before landing in a heavy disheveled heap. Walking out of the dust cloud breathing a bit angrily her heterochromatic eyes showing unkept fury. "get up little man...I'm not done with you!..." the dark elf, having started a livestream to show off Greg's fight, having forgotten it was still showing, the entire fight to every hunter in the city, some even recording it as well. "GET...UP!" Silver storms towards an out of breath greg, the impact having broken his shield arm in multiple places, but also broke severl ribs, making him slow to rise even as his body is mending the bones. "cough...cough...I---I yield!" Greg says shakily, clearly afraid of silver striking him again. Silver stops in her tracks, having a code of honor she adheres to letting her opponent off with just an angry growl. "good that you know your place, so who shall take your place for class sparing?" after that, the dwarf barbarian steps forward wielding an oversized hammer. "aye, I'll test ya lad!..." he calls out respectfully, the show of force previously showing that she isnt as simple as she appears. "good" with that and a casual wave of her hand before the motion is even over a defense tower appears standing at seven feet tall now, still sporting the high caliber sniper. As soon as the dwarf raises his own hand, a golden shield light falls on him providing him a very strong defense, before he even has chance to step forward a round from the rifle strikes him, making cracks form at the spot of impact, another quickly following as it smashes his defense viciously, the force and micro explosions of mana driving him back and after recieving more than a dozen shots he yields. "enough, enough! your strong lassy, very strong, welcome to da team friend!" dwarves always respected the strong. unbeknownst to everyone, silver's reputation is exploding all over the city, even heavily wounded as she is, A force to be reckoned is now associated with her. Many are making calls attempting to find and recruit her to various guilds, even the military has taken notice of her now, albeit, minorly. after a moment, the dark elf and human archer come out of their shock and gape at silver. "What are you?!" they exclaimed almost at the same time, making silver laugh maniacally.