It's an odd feeling.
I don't know if it's because I just passed from unnatural euphoria to this. But I just feel like I got a cold shower.
My hand come up, thumb propped to scratch my nose as I listen to more of this bullshit.
"I thank you. However, this was not necessary, and unfortunately, with your involvement we missed the best reward"
My coils move, usually they would agree. They don't however. As I feel it rising in my guts, they have a much better idea.
Is he for real?
Wait wait, am I being dumb or what? Am I in a parallel dimension? What the fuck?
I hum a bit as I hear the others coming toward us, they are getting pretty close.
Probbed by my humming he continue.
"I agree that my little" he wave around, as if he were trying to describe the situation in itself, not putting any word on it before continuing. "has been a little distracting, and almost brought me harm, however, it was still reasonably controlled"
I don't answer. Just stare at him.
Yeah, alright.
I was planning on doing a lot of things right now, probably raise my voice and mess with him a bit. Just teach him to stop being a dumbass, all while joking around a bit.
Like I do, like I always do.
My finger, fueled by something disgustingly hungry has another idea though, just as it point toward his shaky arm "Almost?"
My voice definely have another idea too, doesn't sounds as friendly as usual.
Don't really know how to describe it.
It's just rising from my gut, hiding behind my throat, speaking poison. Just like when I was towering over Twitchy, insulting him of a little bitch while caving his face in.
The thought of flinchy doesn't make me flinch like usual.
Malfoy turn his head to look at me. Really look at me, an eyebrow raising at the sound. Then he look back at his shaking arm, and shake it around by himself "this is but a minor scratch"
Maybe his reaction is enough to explain how my voice sound? Maybe not.
Don't really care, the others get closer and closer.
I don't really know what to say.
I don't feel as angry as I should? I'm feeling, I'm feeling...I'm feeling my guts twist on themselves.
I'm feeling like I'm done with this bullshit.
"Matthew." He stop to blink.
Looking at me, his head propping in attention as the use of his real name.
The others comes toward us finally here, annie speak first "heeeeeey, guys....you're fine?" A nervous chuckle. She look at me and try to bring the mood up "Great tackle by the way"
I ignore her for now "Listen really well Matthew."
Taking some steps forward, my right hand, bloody with blue, come up to point at him.
A part of myself is annoying at having stocked the dagger.
"Here's what exactly what I think about your little stunt."
For some reason the jenna come up to go between us, not liking what they see?
"U-uh alright can we all calm down?"
"Alright alright, what's the problem, I mean everything fine no need to be like that guys"
Why are they facing me?
He's the one that did it, not me.
Ignoring them, I push my way toward him, he doesn't move for much, just stare at me.
"You're a path-!" My voice get interumpted mid speech as the next door open up.
[Congratulation on beating the third wave! Fourth wave incoming!]
Yeah yeah.
We're in one of the doors.
I forgot.
That's a problem.
Jenna hand come to tap my left shoulder, annie my right, and I don't really resist as they try to pull me away from malfoy while the door is opening.
Balrow come back and stay in the middle, looking between us both like he's looking at something he already saw.
They are acting like I was going to kill him.
I ignore their taps and gestures.
They do try, it just doesn't work.
Looking down at them, it's pretty clear they are trying to calm me down.
But it doesn't work since I'm already calm.
Probably the best they can do.
Jenna isn't good enough to aim those little tubes.
And annie is scared and have one less dagger.
Balrow could fight with us but I stole his shield.
I'm not giving it back.
I understand their worry really, that's why I'm not resisting much.
But it's useless.
I'm calm. I'm feeling better since the start of the tutorial, I'm feeling normal again.
Do they see something I don't?
The door finally open, yes.
The doors. That's the goal.
Take care of them, as fast as possible, and go home, that's all that matter.
Not side missions or anything, none of those matters.
Something clench in me....
Maybe I'll stop the three others to act though. Just...for their safety.
Yes. Their safety.
My eyes pick up on the next ennemies.
They are starting to be a lot.
2 of these big guys, and 3 of these average height one.
No formation, no coordination. But they hit hard and if you get encircled you're gettinh beat up to death.
Not cool.
A glance behind reveal Matthew walking toward them.
Should have guessed.
My free hand come up to grab one of the girls hand, pushing their fingers out of their grip on my clothes, not looking back I walk toward them too.
We keep walking and he reach them before me, giving me a glance, not rolling his eyes or whatever, just giving a glance.
And then he finally stop being a dumbass.
Good.
It's just a shame I needed to do that for him to stop being a threat for his own life.
Congratulation bitch, welcome in the tutorial, take this seriously.
My coils shape up, envlopping me, like a warm warm and tight embrace.
Am I the only one taking this shit seriously?
He walk around, on the side, in a big circle, trying to face one of the small one alone first, I'm just behind.
He doesn't dodge the pathetic but strong sword strike, instead he strike back as hard as can, hips turning and all.
Hoping to deflect.
His arms still go fly.
His sword and arms shaking. Fortunately, he have coordination compared to the other woodenboy.
The wood guy almost fall, coming from behind Matthew I blitz in and punch the automaton.
I don't have the time to deal with this.
My punch come, the shield just a punching aid. It make sure he fall down straight up in the sand.
I walk forward toward the next one, behind me, just at my side I see Matthew sword coming to dig on the throat of the one I made fall.
The next one is one of the big one, he walk faster than the smaller ones.
Two big remaining, two normal. One of the normal is just behind the big one in front of me. They both walked toward me but the big one got an advantage because of his height.
They are like racing toward me...as much as they can with their stubby wooden limbs.
The two others are on our left, circling us.
Ignoring the dead one beside me, I rush, and do the exact same thing I did with the last one.
A jumping tackle.
He doesn't manage to do much.
Fall down, like usual, I roll.
The normal sized one, try to attack me as I turn around but Matthew come to kick him down.
I don't bother looking at him die. Just walk toward the one I made fall and rip his neck apart like I did before.
It was faster than before.
Even if I didn't slide on my knees.
Why did I do that anyway? It wasn't a good idea.
Just felt estastic.
Turning around to the sight of malfoy turning around his own big guy, I focus on the normal one beside the big one and rush.
Don't feel as estatic as before.
Well, I kinda do?
Tackling the guy, pushing his head in the sand and ripping his neck apart while I'm on top of him, I do my best to formulate my thoughts.
It just, feel a bit muted, I'm just a bit too calm I'll guess.
Doesn't change the fact that fighting those and running is still enjoyable.
Just slightly less than a second ago.
Pushing myself on my feet, I see some blue blood around the sand, malfoy got a few hit in on the last one. The big one. But he take his sweet time putting him down. The veins are bigger.
The big one show me his back, facing malfoy.
Not even rushing, I just push him forward with a small shoulder charge, one of his bleeding blue vein don't handle it, rupture fully, and he fall forward.
Malfoy swiftly finish him after.
I'm feeling calm I guess, just not letting me emotions control me.
Looking around, I wait for the notification, Matthew doing the same as he glance at me from time to time.
[Congratulation on beating the fourth wave! Fifth wave incoming!]
Pretty silencious.
I don't mind it.
His lips open with a pop, finding his words.
"Are you-" looks like he want to talk.