[IC] «The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

[akirashadow]

Akira continued to work his way through the crowd as the distance on his tracking marking edged closer to zero. What had once been a mass rebellion of players appeared to be a dwindling skirmish of those lucky to survive the first few swings. It was in that moment of realisation that Vegnya was in Akira's sights and he pulled his hood up once more quickening his pace as he ignored the clashes of weapons around him. "Move!" he grunted as he pushed his way passed other players to try and get a better vantage point on the situation. It would seem that another player had already reached the Grand Masters side, a sigh of relief escaped Akira as he realised that others had been able to avert the Grand Master's death amongst the chaos.

Though that relief would be short lived, as Akira got barged past by a mob of angered players. It was clear that they too had caught sight of Vegnya and were now charging in like a group of mindless drones servicing the purpose for which they were constructed. By the time Akira was free enough to react a good 12 players had already barged their way past, somewhat taken a back by their blatant ignorance Akira simply followed the group. The attacking mob was rather relentless as their method of attack seemed less intent on killing the Grand Master and more so in causing pain. Their shameful kicking and beating of the downed leader looking similar to a drunker bar brawl. Vegnya's movements also seemed strange as she appeared to be fighting highly defensive against her opponents simply prolonging the fight rather than ending it. It wasn't long before the Grand Master had been overpowered, but just as quickly as Vegnya had been restrained she had been almost completely freed from her assailant's as the player with her had laid waste to all but a pitiful few of the attackers.

Still residing to the back of what was once a gang of players Akira pulled down his hood once more, lifting a finger to his lips before pulling it back up. Fortunately for him, he could afford to act in such manner as the <<Hate>> fuelled players remained focused on Vegnya and her allies. Akira walked forward to be in line with the rest of the would be assailants, time to test out this <<Hate>> effects influence. Looking to one of the remaining robed players, Akira simply motioned with his head toward Vegnya & Ezmeralda and even this seemed enough to incite the player as they rushed forth to their impending death.

Before the last one could react to such a bad call of judgement Akira's sword swept the ground, knocking the player from their feet before impaling the blade straight through the main hands shoulder, the blade screeching as it pinned the player to the floor. "Such a predicament." Akira says as he pulls down his hood and kneels on the players main arm to prevent any forced weapon swings. "You cannot simply trust any who wear your colours." With that Akira pulled down the hood a final time. Still knelt down he raises his gaze to Vegnya and Ezmeralda. "It's good to see you're both safe. Now as for you..." Akira turned his attention the player, still pinned. A small amount of health remaining on their HP bar, Akira dabbed his fingers on the wound and raised them to his lips. "Eugh... bitter. Had you not assisted in the attempted assassination of our leader you may have had a right to trial." Akira stood, freeing his sword from the floor but keeping it well wedged in the players shoulder. "But no trial is needed, when the crime is treason." Akira twisted the weapon as the wound ripped a larger wound in the player and draining their final ounce of health.

DEAD

Akira glanced round as it appeared a moments respite had been earned, as he stepped over to the Grand Master. "I do hope aside from that beating that you are well Grand Master." Akira had a deep respect for Vegnya having vouched for Akira and welcoming into the Brotherhood, he knew all to well the hounding of players prior to joining due to his appearance. "Though the situation is hardly ideal, I believe Nyx is in pursuit. That or she left, though I've never known the Iron Maiden run from a fight. With your permission I would join Nyx in the pursuit. Hikaru is a threat to all of us, both in combat and in what he knows."

Akira Shadow || Players Dispatched: 1 (One sent to their death) || Players Directly Involved: Vegnya @Volenvradica Ezmeralda @Ezmeralda

[Holy Soldier]

The proceedings occurring in the Mt. Meggido Grand Hall were a subtle warped noise to his ears. Out of the rows of upright crimson robe wearers, there was one who was face-down, head on table. A pool of drool had formed next to the secret member’s head complete with soft snoring. To what the slumbering member could see, there was a man seated upright behind him emitting the same “Zzz” noise and a third bent over the table, red-sleeve covered arms hanging over the edge along with its hooded head. The robed figure sandwiched between them had his face buried between the swells of the bent-over robed figure's ass. While the Grand Master and Fenixrite were dealing with Hikaru, Chains was happily elsewhere. Some place dimly-lit and private with a warrior female. Jesus their armor skins were so hot.

The teal-haired warrior had her hands up and fingers curled. Her round hips twisted to her run and hair whipped behind her like a banner. Her blue armor was hardly practical—if this had been reality and it wasn’t! It left nothing to the imagination as her every curve, cheek, and swell shook and bounced in absurd physics. His dream was the mod-version of Sword Art Online.

“Kyaaa~! Chains-sama, don’t chase me. You’re so scary!” the cute warrior girl cried.

Chains had a first-person POV and couldn’t see his body (or the damn bodies of those clones—yes!). All he saw were his armor-covered grabby hands, growing closer and closer to the metal babe.

“Oh, I’m more than just scary! Come on, let’s play something else.”

The warrior squeaked as she suddenly tripped and fell over. Chains was caught off-guard by her fall and spread his arms to slow his pursuit. He staggered and fell over, face plummeting into her bottom. Oh god yes!

“No; Chains-sama! Not there! Kyaa~!”

Back in game-reality, beneath his hood, Chains’s lips unzipped into a lewd grin as more drool spilled from between his teeth to roll and drip off the table. His two other clones were grinning similarly but their faces were all obscured by the Regent.

“Oh baby…your ass…turning me on so much…”

The horror unleashed by the sudden death of Fenixrite disturbed Chains from his dream. The babe was fading from his conscience. No! He was waking up! His eyelids cracked open as lines of silver blearily peeked through them. The grin had melted from his face as he groggily stared at the edge of his hood that was obscuring his vision.

Everyone close your eyes!

Chains’s brows crashed together as he blinked sleepily. Was he missing something?

FLASH!

Chains shot up in his chair, his eyes squinting as the flash was already fading. Cool air touched the wet spot at the corner of his mouth and before he made a motion to wipe it, he noticed his hand clutching the ass cheek of one of his clones. The tank’s face paled in horror as he quickly retracted it in disgust. He quickly rubbed the drool spot away from his mouth and his attention was drawn to a man screaming in rage next to him.

“RAAAAAHHH!” the robed figure screamed.

Chains stared blankly at him.

“RAAARAAH! AAAAH!”

He stared some more confused and unsure what to do here. It was actually kind of disturbing.

The robed man finally drew a dagger and whirled on Chains with every intention of stabbing him with it. There we go! The tank swiftly thrust out his hand, the metal of his palm colliding with the soft tissue of the dagger-wielder’s face. Slap! Slap! It felt as though two other slaps had collided with the dagger-wielder’s face, causing his head to crank around to the side. The blow had been swift for unarmed combat was the fastest combat in the game, and also the weakest without STR. The dagger-wielder fell backwards out of his chair to the floor, his feet comically flying up into the air.

“Chains used <<Bitch Slap>>. It’s super effective!” he narrated for himself.

What the hell was going on here? God damn it, he had to fall asleep and miss everything! From what he could see, people were killing each other in rage. <<Hate>>? Had someone used the hater spell? He remembered the flash. It had been <<Spiritual Light>> to be exact.

“So…we can leave right? Meeting’s over?” Chains asked sarcastically as he climbed onto the table and rose to his feet. It bothered him to see so many brothers turning on each other, but it bothered him even more not knowing whether he was allowed to kill them or not. Several brothers were rushing to the defense of the Grand Master, some were smitten by the hate, others were just avoiding the slaughter all together, and the final few heroes were chasing Hikaru.

Well that’s boring. There isn’t much for me to do but bitch slap other players, he mused.

“RAAAH!”

Welp, that was his cue to scram. Chains sprang off the table, his Regent billowing and yet still not revealing what he had underneath. Below him was a hate-cursed swordsman, twisting about to and fro after having cut two brothers down. He was snarling like a wild animal, and only briefly did he stop, suspecting that something was amiss. He looked up in time to catch a face-full of crotch. His body bent backwards, face contorting in rage and disgust to have his head trapped between another man’s legs. The weight of the other player forced him to fall backwards until the back of his headed collided with the floor.

Chains landed nuts-in-face on top of the other player, his heavy armored-behind crushing the player’s head. Chains was certain that if the player had been in his right mind that he would have been thanking the game makers for making HP bars.

“Chains used <<Tea Bag>>…” he winced a little as he rose off the floor, rubbing his ass. “It’s super effective.”

HEY! It’s me you want, right? Come and—

Chains watched with a plain expression the Grand Master get launched across the room by a greatsword wielder.

And I thought I was the tank? he mused. She dispatched of her assailant much as he would have expected, but the mob that charged her didn’t seem quite fair. It was as though she had been the hater’s true target (derp!). Ezmeralda rushed to the Grand Master’s side. When Chains saw Ezmeralda cut down several former brothers, he got the answer to his past question.

“Oooh, so we can kill them,” Chains said with a delighted smile curling at his lips.

A naginata suddenly ripped through his chest from behind, causing his eyes to widen a little in startle. As he turned to look behind him at his assailant, another player was charging him from the front with a one-handed long sword poised to cut him down. Chains reached a hand back to grasp the arm of the naginata to keep the other player from drawing it out. He <<Parry>> the other player’s sword with the blade of the naginata and then stepped forward to impale the player through the chest with it. The player’s eyes widened in shock as Chains brought his free arm around in a half-embrace, drawing him closer into him until his chin rested over his shoulder.

“Hnn; come here. Big hug!” he said lovingly.

The player shattered in his arms.

DEAD

The player behind him was trying to jerk his weapon from the tank’s grip. Chains’s hand went to grasp the red cloak that was around him, the material crumpling within his fist. He drew it free and cast it to the floor, revealing who he was. The man stood in thick, steel-grey armor. The clawed fingers of his gauntlets were coiled about the player’s naginata as he turned his silver and wolfish eyes over his shoulder to gaze at the player who was still raging. His eyelids became half-lidded as he extended his free arm and digitizing into his hand was a massive greataxe that he held horizontally aloft with ease.

“There’s no getting through to you is there?” Chains asked.

“RAAAAH!” came the reply.

“Huh!” he laughed. “I knew you’d say that.”

Chains yanked the naginata blade out of his chest and turned into the motion of his swinging greataxe, dropping the weapon in a downward chop. The weapon appeared to have missed the pole user by a few inches. The air cleaved by the swing blasted in his face. The pole user’s face was still tense with fury, and a second after, it brightened with shock. A red line passed down his forehead, between his stunned eyes, all the way down his chest and abdomen, having split him perfectly in two. The blade-like hole in Chains’s chest sealed up with a flash of green sparkles. The pole-user burst like how all players did when they died in the game.

DEAD

Swinging his massive ax onto his left shoulder, Chains turned to Ezmeralda, Vegnya, Ornstein, and Akira who were all gathered together. He raised his hand into the air and waved it around.

“Heeeey~! I see you guys are surviving all right.” Dropping his hand, he raked his armored fingers back through his black hair [always got to look cool for the ladies ;)] and smirked. “Leave these guys to me. If you want to escape, I’ll cover you. There are still some sane people left (Raema, Ramiela, Jester, Kirameku, Aster (Hater), and Prometheus), but I don’t think they’ll be worrying too much about them after I cast this.”

The ground beneath his feet exploded with a burst of orange light that reflected within Chains’s gleaming eyes. The four around him might have experienced the regen effects of <<Fighting Spirit>> a skill that normally would be used to taunt monsters, but in PVP status, it was just as effective on enemy players. It might have seemed crazy and suicidal for Chains to agro all the hateful players within his vicinity, but he was foolishly confident in his abilities. Covering for his team was what he was designed to do, and he had designed his build around it.

As a mob of angry players started to charge him, Chains lowered his ax from his shoulder as a relaxed smile stretched on his face.

“I’ll buy them some time.”

XXX || Dispatched: 2 || Shamed: 2 || Players Directly Involved: @akirashadow@Ezmeralda@Volenvradica@iHxzardx