88 Vol 2. pt. 25 Patch 5.0: Downtime, Plots, and Upgrades (2/2)
”Alright. I hope that it goes well.”
Three seconds after their conversation ends and the two men take a sharp turn left through the busy crowd!
”What the hell!” a man asks after being knocked to the ground by Bonekraka's massive body pushing him. The man looks ready to get up and start a fight, but he stops when he sees five of the foreign visitors chase after the wolf and the orc.
”Your looks aren't doing us any favors right now!” Fenrir says, taking another sharp turn into an alleyway.
”Thought game would make me strong for looking strong!” Bonekraka grunts.
”Yeah, so much for that. Instead we've got a damn loli that puts both of us to shame!”
They stay close while running through alley after alley. Bonekraka knocks over as much as he can while running to try and slow their hunters, but it does little to stop the advanced players from steadily catching up to them.
”You might want to get your wife in this game because I think we're about to lose some rebirth counters,” Fenrir says. ”Shit, we can't die. If we die then we're going to miss the next round of the tournament.”
”Then do not die!”
”Easier said than done.”
One of the men behind them starts chanting, ”A woman's beard, a mountain's roots, a bear's sinew, a fish's breath – Gleipnir, lash out and bind these fen-dwellers once more!”
Chains as thin as string lash out and wrap around Fenrir's and Bonekraka's bodies, binding their arms to their torsos and legs together as well. Despite the chain being so thin in appearance, they can't even start to struggle against it.
”Fuck you!” Bonekraka shouts at the men now surrounding them.
”I've seen enough bondage hentai to know where this is going. Sorry to disappoint you all, but I've got traumatic content disab—” Fenrir's smartassery is interrupted when a steel boot kicks in his face.
”Don't kill them,” one of the men says right before stabbing his spear into the back of Bonekraka's thigh.
Fenrir remembers that Bonekraka has traumatic content enabled as well as his pain setting set to realistic, but when he looks over at the orc, he sees the defiant Russian that he's always known. Bonekraka refuses to show any pain, refuses to cry out, and will shout Russian profanities until he no longer can.
”Shut him up! We don't need to be seen,” the same man from before says. One of his companions tears off a piece of his shirt to shove into Bonekraka's mouth mid-swear.
”You two aren't very smart, are you? You led us away from the public's eyes. None of this would be happening if you would have stayed where the guards could find you,” the man says, stabbing his spear into the back of Bonekraka's other thigh before twisting it around.
Fenrir can't even imagine the pain that Bonekraka is experiencing right now. Yet, he doesn't look the slightest bit affected. Bonekraka just spits out the cloth and starts shouting again.
One of the men crouches down in front of Fenrir and grabs him by his ears. ”Your ears are too long. I am amazed that they aren't flopping over yet. Want me to crop them for you?” the man asks.
”I've already had enough cropping in my life, I think. You know, circumcision and all that,” Fenrir replies before spitting at the man holding his head up. Naturally, he gets replied to by having his head smashed down against the cold, stone alleyway.
The man only holds onto his right ear now while using his free hand to wield a dagger.
”Can you at least do it to my left ear if you're going to do this?” Fenrir asks.
”Onii-chan! You have traumatic content disabled, and this technically counts as torture, so why are you consenting to it?” Saya asks.
”I want to match with Rock,” he thinks back to her.
”A masochist? Sure, why the fuck not. I'll be generous,” the man says, pressing the dagger to the middle section of Fenrir's left ear before cutting it off. Fenrir bites down on his lip to prevent himself from making any pained noises. If Bonekraka is resisting the pain, so can he. ”Now we're even,” the man says, dropping the top half of Fenrir's left ear in front of his face.
Fenrir looks up at the man. He's an elf, and one of his ears is missing.
He puts two and two together.
”Even for what?” Fenrir asks.
”You know exactly what you did,” the man answers.
”No, really, what did I do?” Fenrir has his best clueless expression on.
”Do you really not recognize me, you bastard?”
”Cass Cass?”
The man bashes Fenrir's face into the ground again. ”You bit my fucking ear off!”
Fenrir spits some blood. ”Did I? Sorry, you're not waifu-able enough for me to remember your face. I try not to think about trash too much. Also, try not to copy my one waifu's favorite nickname for me. It gives me weird feelings when somebody else calls me a bastard now.”
He knows that they aren't allowed to kill them, so that means that Fenrir can safely enjoy screwing with them without punishment – well, without dying at least.
”The hell are you on about?” the man asks.
”Don't worry, I get that a lot.”
”You sure I can't kill this bastard?” the man asks, looking up to the man who has been stabbing Bonekraka.
”Unfortunately. As much as I really want to kill him now for being a damn weeb, we're going to be in a lot of trouble if we kill these guys,” the other man says.
”Correction. You are not going to be in trouble, you are in trouble,” a woman says while walking down the alley.
The group of men finds their eyes drawn to her rapier crackling with electricity.