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72: Round Two

    72: Round Two


    <span style="font-weight:400">The big guys arrived in a cascade of splintering wood and screaming rage. Six meters in height, the huge deer-headed minotaurs wore crude armour made of stone bs. In their hands were clubs made out of grey marble, their surfaces dented and scratched from countless past battles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn, who was on the other side of the clearing and right in their path, teleported back towards me. She skipped backwards a further few meters and eyed up the massive neers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s focus on the one with the smaller horns first, get it out of the way,” she said quickly, eyes alight with calction. “I don’t like our chances if we have to fight them both for an extended period of time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds good to me,” I agreed, getting ready to hit the small horn boy with everything I had.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn beat me to the punch, metaphorically speaking, by mming the giant in the face with a beam of superheated magical energy. To ourbined disappointment, the huge deerman covered his eyes with a hand and kept right on charging. His skin didn’t even appear to be burning all that much. What the hell?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, babe,” I said worriedly, ncing at their levels. “These things are like, level 100.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, fuck,” she muttered in a tone that was almost conversational.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Grabbing her hand, I made the executive decision to run like hell. “Time to go!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Together, we rushed for the opposite edge of the clearing as the giant’s crashing drew near behind us. What the hell was going on with the game? Dawn said this was meant to be our level, and if I checked my HUD, it showed as much. Why was the game ambushing us right out of the gate with two big chonky bois and a toon of little fuckers?


    <span style="font-weight:400">A massive stone crashed to the ground a few feet to our left, gouging a furrow in the soft loam of the forest. It was etched with simple runes, almost like a massive wed beast had done it, rather than a man and a chisel. Actually, every single rock I could see was like that. Weird.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wait, they were throwing shit!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Letting go of Dawn’s hand, I spun on my heel. Burning fuel and stamina in equal measure, I pumped as much raw power into my punch as possible. My fist struck the next iing stone with a bone-jarring amount of force.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Pieces of it exploded out in a cone around me, causing my defensive shield to re up and keep me safe. The main chunk didn’t break apart, however, and instead flew right back towards the giant who’d justunched it. The hunk of rock, now jagged from its close encounter with my knuckles, bounced off his snout and ricocheted into a horn, smashing it halfway up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chaos ensued as the big boy howled in pain and iled his arms wildly, letting go of his fuck-off huge stone club whichnded with a thump in the dust. The second, slightly smaller giant immediately stubbed his toe of that massive pir of rock, causing him to pitch forward with an almostical scream of surprise.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your luck confuses me,” Dawn grumped, staring at the mess of grey limbs and brown antlers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How do you know that wasn’t skill?” I asked, giving her a cheeky grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She threw me an amused look. “Because I know you. Let’s get out of here before they stand up again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh, cheeky woman. Changing the subject before I could kick up a fuss over herck of faith in my skills. She truly was a smart girl. A clever girl, even.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We did, however, make our way into the trees at a run, dodging and weaving to break the giant’s line of sight before turning and heading off at a diagonal. Hopefully our juking would keep them from tailing us, assuming they weren’t expert trackers or anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This new world we’d stepped into though, it was incredible. Like I’d noticed before, every single rock had those strange runes carved into them. Periodically, they would light up with sparks of electricity or little res of fire. Sometimes they even frosted over, condensation dripping down to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The whole forest was trapped in an eternal twilight, and its captor was a gargantuan storm that raged high above in the sky. Except, there wasn''t really a sky at all, because the very concept of ground and sky didn''t exist here. Not really, anyway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The ," and I was stretching the term to breaking point here, was actually a series ofrge organic tubes and blobs. It was as if someone had taken an artist''s interpretation of a neuralwork and expanded it infinitely in all directions. Onto all of that, the concepts of "sky" and "ground" had been imposed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">From the looks of things, the forest we were in took up at least three or four junctions, plus their connecting strands. The strand we were on was big enough that we hadn''t immediately noticed the lunacy of the realm atrge until now. Some others, however, were as thin as a city block.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then there was the storm, which acted as a sort of view distance limiter, ever present and very angry. Lightning periodicallyshed out within its depths, giving the whole realm an ominous air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could see rain in the distance too, but it didn''t fall straight down like normal, since there wasn''t a universal down for it to obey. Instead, it swirled and danced through the air, riding conflicting gravitational fields like a flock of birds does the wind. It was strangely beautiful, actually, especially when lightning would sh behind it, spawning a brief and chaotic rainbow of light.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"This ce is insane," Dawn murmured as we slowed to a stop.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"And gorgeous," I replied, turning to look at the area we''d chosen to rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a low, grassy hill that just barely protruded above the twisting trees of the forest. Huge standing stones ringed the base, marking the boundary with the forest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The hill was a bumpy, weird looking thing, like a pimpled buttock that had been liberally salted with dour grey stone. It was almost as if…


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait a second…" Dawn blurted, head on a swivel as she surveyed the area. Yup, we''d both noticed it at the same time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I just realised that too," I grinned. "Let''s see if we can''t find a door, yeah?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">A door, because the hill wasn''t really a hill at all, but what appeared to be a pictish inspired ruin. I think? Whoever the ancient irish folk were who made stone hobbit holes or whatever. I saw them in a youtube video once.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The doors turned out to be at the top of the hill, which had a reasonablyrge circr za dug into it, making the whole thing resemble a volcano. Going down into the hill were a series of stairs that ended in doorways, their doors long since destroyed by some unknown force. The whole ce appeared to be abandoned. Just the barest hint of memory remained, telling of the past lives that had been lived here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think?” Dawn asked as we both stared through one of the doorways and into the darkness.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We need shelter, for now,” I replied, ncing back the way we’de. “Then we need to figure out how we’re going to get some loot, then get back through that guarded portal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah…” she nodded, deep in thought. “I just wonder why we were met with such high level creatures. This is a level forty excursion and we’re what, level thirty five? That smells like quest shenanigans to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I frowned, and nced up at the alien sky, straining my poor brain as I racked it for any idea as to what was going on. Was it a new quest or an old quest that I’d forgotten about? Surely it was a new one, right? This ce hadn’t existed in the game when we logged out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t think of any pending quests I have that rte to this ce,” I said atst. “Can you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nah, nothing on my end,” she said, pursing her lips. “Well, let’s head in, I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Summoning a little me into the palm of her hand, she led us into the depths of the strange ruin we’d found. The walls were rough-hewn stone, dirty and pitted with age, while the floor was so dusty you could only barely make out the old paving stones it had been built out of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The rectangr room we found ourselves in was reasonablyrge, with the entrance staircase leading down to the main floor. Large wooden pirs still held aloft the arched ceiling, even after all these years. Debris was everywhere, random hunks of stone and bits of wooden furniture spread randomly around. It was as though the ce had been ravaged by a pack of screaming toddlers with power tools.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could see the ce being quite cozy once upon a time. Not now, though, now it was a dusty butt hill ruin. Still, it was shelter, and we hadn’t been jumped by any angry deer-men so far. That was a good thing, right?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This ce doesn’t look very dungeony,” Dawn remarked, ncing around at therge room we were in. “That looks like it used to be a long table. And there’s a dais over there. I think this might have been a great hall of some kind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Following her outstretched finger, I picked out the mentioned items. “That would make sense. Do you think there’s going to be anything dangerous in here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Possibly further in,” she said, motioning to the stairs opposite us that led further down. “Want to go and see?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” I nodded, then paused and shook my head. “Actually, one second, there’s something I want to do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Stepping up in front of her, I leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to her lips. It was just a small one, but I was feeling starved of her touch, and I wanted to ease my heart a little. All this armour I was wearing had a massive downside. It made it hard to cuddle her. God, I loved her so fucking much. Especially with the surprised smile she was giving me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lead on, gorgeous,” I murmured, trying for a sly, cocky tone. I failed. It just sounded incredibly sappy instead. Ah well, it’s how I felt, so that was fine.
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