9 Vol 1. pt. 9 Patch 3.0: To the City of Pirates! (2/2)

The grassy tentacles slither closer and closer to the crabs until they're able to swiftly lunge forward and wrap around the crabs' claws! Each crab lifts its claws from the ground and looks around. They find themselves barely able to move their claws.

Their idle personalities have been replaced by the overseer, and now the crabs are fighting for their lives.

”Now!” Oleander shouts.

Bonekraka and Fenrir both charge forward! Bonekraka uses his fists and legs to punch and kick the nearest crab. Fragments of shell get broken off with every attack.

As impressive as Oleander's magic may be, he's still new to the game. The crabs break free from their viny chains and retaliate! One claw smashes into Bonekraka's chest, and the other reaches in to grab onto his left arm. Bonekraka's eyes go wide with pain as the claw crushes the arm within its grasp. To him, he can feel every last bit of pain that one would feel were this happening in real life, and he also hears the snapping of his bone and can see the gore inflicted by the attack. To Fenrir, who didn't enable gore, all he hears is Bonekraka's pained shouts and sees bloodied cuts on his arm.

Fenrir wants to help Bonekraka. The crab in front of him won't allow that. Fenrir thrusts his spear forward, piercing the crab's shell, but it looks as if it doesn't cause any actual pain. The crab continues approaching with its claws raised. One of its claws grabs onto the spear embedded inside of it, snaps it in half, and tosses it to the side as the other claw comes swinging at Fenrir!

He's able to jump out of the way, but all he has now is a broken stick with a rock glued to it. He looks at the rock.

This might just work. Switching his hold on the stick, he's positioned the end with the rock away from his hands and is now wielding it as if it is a hammer. The next time the crab swings a claw at him, he counterstrikes with his makeshift hammer to crack apart the shelled claw! The struck claw reels back, but the other one comes in to smash into his side.

Fenrir's body gets tossed several feet away, leaving him laying on the sand clutching his side. It hurts! Yet, he's felt worse in reality. There's an equal amount of numbness as there is pain. That must be how the game balances between people who choose to feel all pain or no pain. Those who can't feel any pain instead feel numbness. What feels like a broken arm incapable of moving to one player would feel like a numb, immobile arm to another. Same result, different way of feeling it.

It's hard to get back up. The attack completely knocked the wind out of him and left a large bruise on his side. Looking up at Bonekraka, he sees the large orc tear the clawed arm holding his own off of the crab with his free arm. More viny tendrils lash forward to wrap around the crab's only remaining claw as Bonekraka begins smashing the severed arm into the crab's carapace. Every single hit on the crab is accompanied by a brutish, very pissed off shout in Russian. Fenrir has no idea what's being said, but he's pretty sure it's the kind of thing that Russians yell at bad players in FPS games.

He returns his attention to the crab approaching him. ”What? All I wanted was a nice crab dinner,” he taunts it. Picking up his ”hammer,” he rips the rock off of the shaft and tosses the stick aside.

A bestial urge is welling up within him. His head is lowered and stuck out ahead as he gets into a position similar to a wolf preparing to attack, his tail hangs still behind his legs, and he's even baring his teeth at the crab. A couple of pronounced canines give the crab a brief moment of pause before proceeding closer.

Something is building up inside of him. It is an odd sensation. He knows that he can resist the temptation to give in to this feral urge, but at the same time, it just feels right to give in to it. In the same way that Bonekraka is brutally destroying his crab's body like a rampaging orc would, Fenrir wants to pounce and tear to shreds the crab in front of him like a wolf earning its meal.

And so he does. The moment the crab is close enough, Fenrir charges the crab, jumps between its two claws, and grapples onto its back! His left hand grabs onto the crab's left eyestalk as he wraps his legs around its carapace to keep himself steady. With the jagged rock in his right hand, he repeatedly smashes it down right between the crab's eyes. It tries reaching its claws behind to rip Fenrir off of him, but every single smack of the rock against its ”head” staggers it. Fenrir keeps on smashing, and smashing, and smashing until the shell covering its brain is broken away.

Despite the act itself being violent and gory, there is little blood and brain matter being splattered about as Fenrir starts smashing the rock directly into its brain. He only gets a quick look into the hole that he's made in the crab's carapace. He struggles to actually see the brain or anything else for that matter. It's clearly there, but at the same time, his eyes can't actually notice it. Meanwhile, Bonekraka is noticing every single last bit of gore over at his crab.

The crab's entire body shudders from Fenrir's attacks. It only takes a few blows after reaching the brain directly to kill it. Its legs give out from underneath it, and its claws fall limply to its sides.

Bonekraka is still tearing apart his enemy despite it having been dead a minute ago.

”Are you alright?” Serra asks from behind Fenrir. Her voice is shaky; she sounds worried.

Fenrir takes a few moments to steady his breathing before answering her. ”Yeah, no problem. Broke my spear though, so not too happy about that,” Fenrir replies. ”This rock – I'm going to keep this rock with me forever. It might not look like the hottest rock on the block, but – hey, I rhymed.” He looks proud of himself.

Serra can't help smiling when she sees his dorky expression of satisfaction from his unplanned rhyme.

Fenrir doesn't know if it's just leftover adrenaline from the fight or a sudden wave of confidence from having defeated his first enemy that wasn't a helpless fish. Regardless of what it is, he's inspired to make a cheesy pickup line that he'll most likely regret less than a split second after saying it. ”How's a crab dinner under moonlight sound?”

Yep. The internal cringing begins.

She smiles and nods her head.

Her answer is worth the self-cringe.

”Smile,” Serra requests.

Huh? Fenrir gives her a confused smile. She points at his teeth. ”They look bigger now,” she says.

He touches his teeth. They feel slightly longer and are sharper than before. With his hand near his face to examine his teeth, he notices that even his nails are longer and sharper now! He's not turning into a werewolf or anything cliché like that, is he? He checks out his arms and legs. Alright, no more hair than before. Seems like the only changes to have happened involve his teeth and nails.

Bonekraka walks up to them with the crab and its severed arm in tow. Oleander accompanies him.

Looks like Fenrir isn't the only one to have changed.