16 Vol 1. pt. 16 Patch 4.0: Rocks are a Mans Best Friend (2/2)

Sure, killing Richard with Rock would have been nice, but it's much more satisfying to kill him with his own sword. Again.

Fenrir leans down over the pommel of the sword to look Richard directly in the eyes as life begins leaving them. Fenrir utters a single phrase that, no matter how stupid and old it may be, never fails to maximize sodium levels.

”You mad?”

Richard's expression twists into one of pure fury before life leaves his eyes and he is kicked out of the game for another twenty-four hours. Going by what Fenrir heard him talking about, he'll be starting completely over next time he can immerse.

Fenrir doubles over, clutching where he was stabbed. This is different from the damage he took from the crab the other night. The pain from that fight was gone almost immediately, but this pain feels like it's here to stay. At least the darkness isn't consuming his vision any further than it already has.

He looks over at his corpse. It's his first time getting a good look at it. His bark armor is still intact for the most part, but a few chunks of it have been broken off from getting kicked by Richard. More concerning is his body itself. It has already deteriorated to nothing more than a skeleton. Oleander's corpse is the same: just a skeleton. Fenrir looks at Richard's latest corpse. Nothing is happening to it yet. Fenrir sort of wishes it would hurry up and turn into a skeleton since it would make this next part less... personal.

Fenrir strips Richard of all but his briefs. He doesn't want to wear the same underwear that another man was wearing, even if it's in a virtual game, but he has no issue with wearing the other clothes and leather armor that Richard had. Of course, he places his bark armor on over the leather armor. He can't just leave behind his old armor!

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Now he looks like the strapping image of a noob adventurer. Being naked felt nice and all, especially when the breeze would brush against him, but this is much better. The clothes and armor even fit him almost perfectly! They're a bit tight around his biceps and chest since Fenrir is a slightly bulkier character than Richard was, but it's not an issue.

The only annoyance is that he had to cut a slit in the pants for his tail to squeeze through.

With Richard's latest sword and armor, and Rock, Fenrir can finally meet up with Serra. His tail excitedly wags.

He follows the particularly wide track that Bonekraka made through the field into the nearby forest. He's surprised that they weren't followed and tracked down, but it was pretty dark when it happened and none of the pursuers had torches that he could remember. He doubts anybody wants to chase after a giant orc into a dark forest with no way of spotting an ambush.

Walking through this section of forest is nice. It isn't nearly as dense as the one he met Serra in, so he can just enjoy all the sights and sounds that it has to offer him.

That is, until something reaches out from behind a tree and grabs him!

Fenrir jumps with a lowered tail and perked ears, readying his new sword and—

Serra's expression is the definition of smug.

”I'm already wounded! You're going to finish me off if you hurt my heart like that,” he explains, but he can't help smiling. It was a pretty good jump scare. His heart is still racing from it!

Or is it racing because he knows she looks this cute in real life and also lives in the same city as him?

Her expression turns from one of smugness to worry when she sees the blood dripping and staining his new clothes. The shirt, leather armor, and bark do a good job of actually covering the wound up, but it doesn't stop it from bleeding and staining the shirt's fabric.

”What happened?” she asks.

”I killed that asshole again.”

She blinks a few times. ”Oh. Why – why aren't you healing?”

”I think I've healed a little bit. My vision isn't so dark anymore, but it's taking a really long time. I guess PVP damage lasts longer?”

Serra does a double take. It looks like something has caught her attention. She's closely looking at his hand and jumps when she confirms what she saw the first time!

”What are you jumping for? Trying to make me feel better for making me jump? Don't worry, I'll be getting my own revenge eventually,” he teases.

”Your – your rock, I saw it… move.”

Fenrir looks down at his hand holding the rock. Surely enough, it's moving.