《Black and white》 Chapter 1 - The first encounter Sliding through the mud of the track, the bike came to a halt. Rachel¡¯s hands were clutching tightly onto the fabric of Ryder¡¯s v-neck. Her chest was heaving, up and down. Ryder turned his head, and gave her a glance, then he looked away, a smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Hey, Get off now.¡± He patted her arms. Rachel¡¯s body halted, and her lips pressed together. She slowly moved her head up, staring at Ryder¡¯s back. ¡°Ryder¡­¡± She murmured, quietly moving her head around, eyeing the trees around her, ¡°Can we not just go back?¡± Her face scrunched up further. Ryder heaved a sigh, and then he was about to stand off the bike, but as he noticed how tight her grip was, he stopped. He pinched his nose, ¡°I told you not to come. You were the one being adamant as fuck.¡± ¡°Sorry,¡± Rachel said, as she wrapped her hand around his waist, interlocking her fingers, ¡°Let¡¯s just go back, you aren¡¯t going either.¡± As she clenched on her stomach, Ryder flinched, and almost instinctively stood up. Yet he clutched the handle of the motorbike, ¡°Yo! Aren¡¯t you being too touchy? Do you love me or something? Yuck.¡± He turned his neck towards her, glancing down at her, meeting her eyes. ¡°Phuf,¡± Rachel looked away, scoffing, as she squinted her eyes, glaring back at him. ¡°It''s a survival tactic.¡± Then, she shoved her hand further into his stomach, ¡°Just move away now, I¡¯m not gonna ask again.¡± ¡°Hey,¡± Ryder, clasped Rachel¡¯s hands, ¡°Are you¡­ Hah! Now I¡¯m definitely gonna go.¡± Rachel tightened her nose, as she pulled Ryder to the left. ¡°Let¡¯s just ¨C-¡± Rachel said, as she halted. She stiffened up, as Ryder caught a moment and balanced himself and the bike again. He turned back at her again, as he noticed her. Her eyes were twitching, and her lips were trembling, as she couldn¡¯t close her mouth. Ryder quickly followed her sight, and turned her neck to where she could be looking. He could hear Rachel¡¯s breath hastening, and how she¡¯d completely removed her hands from him. As Ryder looked to the right, his eyes dilated on instinct. It was a humongous snake. Much thicker than what he¡¯d ever thought a snake could get. Its white scales were mudded, and even standing in the middle of the track, its body was disappearing into the woods. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Ryder mumbled to himself, as he suddenly twitched his head, shaking out of it. He turned back, and pulled Rachel in, by her hand. Resting her hand over his waist. Rachel instantly clasped tight on it, jumping forward on the seat, close to Ryder. And buried her face on his back. Ryder instantly turned on the bike, and swung the handle. With one leg on the ground, the bike drifted on the mud towards the exit. He just kept accelerating, as the bike zoomed its way through. Ryder said, ¡°Hold as tight as you can, Rachel. Please.¡± And he clenched the handle of the bike, his muscles tensing up. The bike was springing, and hard to control, in the uneven terrain at such speed. His face tensed. He doesn¡¯t move his head, but just shifts his eyes down the mirror, and the snake was keeping up. Ryder¡¯s breath hitched for a moment, as he stuck his tongue out, breathing through his mouth, controlling his panic. He clenched his teeth, as he accelerated again. He was using every ounce of strength and awareness, from letting the handle wriggle and lose control. The motorbike was jumping through the path. It flew off a couple of meters, as it raced over a big bump. As the bike heavily landed from the impact, Rachel whimpered, in a muffled tone. And Ryder¡¯s face scrunched up further. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°Just a bit more, Rachel, we¡¯re here. I can see it.¡± Rachel sniffed, as she shook her head, rubbing at his back, ¡°Mhm.¡± Ryder gave the mirror, yet another look, but the snake wasn¡¯t behind them. His eyes instantly moved, fleetingly looking at both sides of the track, which were covered by thick trees. Not noticing anything, he breathed a sigh, yet in a jiffy, his lips tightened together. His body was aching from the heavy run, and somewhere in it, his wrist had twisted in the handle pretty badly. He focused forward, where the trail was leading out to the road. As, from the corner of his eye, a blur flew towards him. He reflexively ducked, his eyes closed. Then, he felt a needle poke, and tear through his eyelid. The pain made Ryder jerk forward, but he bit his lip, as he let out a muffled, ¡°Mmph,¡± in faltering breath. Noticing this, Rachel looked up, towards Ryder. ¡°What happened, are you fine?¡± She said, hurriedly tapping him on the shoulder. ¡°Mhm,¡± Ryder replied. Rachel squinted her eyes, looking at Ryder. She gulped, as she slowly turned her neck backwards. When she didn¡¯t catch sight of the snake, her breath quickened, but her lips curled up. She heaved a sigh, as her breath finally relaxed. ¡°Is that thing gone, Ryder? Did we lose it?¡± She asked, looking up towards Ryder¡¯s head. ¡°Yeah,¡± Ryder said, his voice slightly faltering, ¡°We are gonna reach the hotel pretty soon now.¡± The bike hit the road, and Ryder turned it to the hotel direction. He then pulled a handkerchief out from his pocket. Rachel¡¯s hands twitched, as if thinking of leaving Ryder¡¯s back, but then she just leaned in. Ryder¡¯s eyes moved to the edge, wanting to look backwards, but he didn¡¯t turn back. His lips slightly curled up, but soon, his face twisted in pain again. Blood drops were about to trickle down to his shirt, when he rushed to put a handkerchief over them, stopping them at his cheeks. Rachel quietly rested her cheeks over the brown fabric of his jacket, peeking at the scenery of woodland, beside the road. Ryder, not making obvious moves, wiped the blood off of his face, and wrapped the handkerchief over his right eye. He held the corners of the handkerchief at the back of his head, as Rachel turned her face to look at it. ¡°Rachel, can you tie this up for me?¡± Ryder said. Rachel immediately pushed herself back, resting her hands on Ryder¡¯s back, to take a better look at it. ¡°What happened?¡± She said, as she peeked through the mirror that he had covered his eye. ¡°Are you injured?¡± She leaned in from the side. Ryder looked away, hiding from Rachel''s sight as he replied, ¡°A bit. An insect bit me I guess.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Rachel moved her hands towards his eye, as Ryder clasped it. ¡°I¡¯m still riding the bike, you idiot. Sit still.¡± He said, then he pushed her hand, pointing it towards a building, before them. ¡°See, the hotel¡¯s here too. Just tie it up for me right now. It¡¯s just a bit swollen.¡± Rachel glanced at Ryder¡¯s face, a bit longer than she intended, as she pulled her hand back, ¡°Don¡¯t grab me like that.¡± She complained, as she took the corner of the handkerchief and tied it for him. They reached the hotel, and Ryder pulled the bike at the roadside. The building was at a natural platform, so they both took the stairs up. Inside, they checked in, and both of them, faring each other a good night, trudged their way to their rooms. As Ryder locked the door, behind him, his body immediately slouched. The pain from the driving, and the discomfort at his wrist, as if it had gone hollow. The constant, writhing and poking pain at his eyelid. It all hit him. ¡°Aah!¡± He unintentionally let out a cry, as his hand reached for the handkerchief and pulled it out. He ran towards the bathroom, and his fingers tensed, wanting to pull the pain out from his eyes, but all he could do was rest a palm over it. His hand twitching and his face grimacing from pain, he looked at the mirror, removing his hand. There was a proper strike on his eyelids, as if cut by a knife. His breath quickened, and he switched the tap on. He rested his hand on the basin, his breath quickening. He gave another look, to his eye as he looked away, closing his eyes, gathering some composure. He exhaled, as he reached for the water and splashed over his face. His fingers rubbed at his skin, around his eyes, where there were blotches of his blood. He continued to splash at his face, not stopping. His breath quickened, and his teeth clenched. The water dripping over his right eye felt awful, but it needed to be rinsed. After having splashed enough, he leaned himself over the basin again, catching a bit of his breath. As he looked at the wound again. It was much cleaner now. I need to use the sanitizer. He thought. He was about to move, but his hand instantly clutched the door frame. A beat of pain rushed through him, like a wave inside. The pain in his eye intensified, but his eyes were closing and his breath was staggering. His body, slightly convulsing. He was losing his senses, as he staggered out of the bathroom and fell straight over the carpet. ¡°Ugh,¡± He let out a strangled voice, as his eyes completely closed and then, he didn¡¯t move. Chapter 2 - What is happening? Ryder whined, ¡°Ughssss¡ª¡± His right eye was itching restlessly, so much that he wanted to gouge it out. He placed his palm over the carpet, groggily pulling himself up, when his hand slipped. Trrr! He heard a sound, as he sleepily opened his eyes. His vision was weird. The left side of his was bright and cheery, like the usual sunny day in the woodlands. But his right view was pitch black, brimming with colorful apparitions. Like colourful shadows, wriggling in the dark. His brain halted, and he pushed back. His eyebrows tilting up, and the heavy eyelids trudging upwards to open the eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head, but the view of his right eye didn''t change. He turned to the left, and looked outside the window ¡ª the day was bright and cheery. But half his vision, saw it like a purple ball, twitching in the middle of the darkest night. His eyebrows rose up, as he instinctively pushed his hand on the floor with force. Unexpectedly, the same Trrr! Sounded, and he got pushed much farther. From over the carpet, he had pushed himself straight to the wall, almost from one end of the room to the other. His back crashed on the wall, and it shook. ¡°Aahssss¨C¡± He grumbled, as he rubbed the back of his head, and looked towards the torn carpet. His lips parted, and for a jiffy his breath stopped. He put his hand on the floor, to stand up as he heard a Clank. He swiftly looked to his palm, and his eyebrows scrunched. His fingers had purple nails, fashionably coming out of his fingers, clanking with the floor. ¡°Wohsss¨C¡± He said, as he jumped, weirdly flying from a relaxed sitting, to a stand. He looked up, and ran his eyes all around the room. Half his view was red, green shapes dancing in pitch black. He brandished his fingers before him, and they had, purple and sharp, diamond nails. His brain overrode, as he slapped his forehead, slowly dragging it to brush his hair. Then, the wriggling itchiness of his eye, poked under his eye socket, as he clenched his teeth, and rushed to the bathroom. His breath was staggering, and his eyes weren¡¯t blinking¡­ open, and fierce. The weird, constant itchiness in his eyes and the presence of nails he could feel over his fingers. The constant weird black view, to which he had to adjust to¡­ It was all messing with his brain. He grabbed the metal knob, and clenched on it. The door opened, as he pushed, but the handle crunched along with his hand. His body stopped, noticing it, but then he just flared his nose and pulled at the handle, his muscles surging on his arm. The handle snapped, and broke, as he flung it back. He entered the door, and looked at the mirror. And all the pain faded into silence. His body paused, only a long, and slow gulp forming at his neck. His right eye wasn''t having a white sclera. But only stark black, over which there was a gleaming, purple iris. Ryder didn¡¯t know how he didn¡¯t feel it, but the right- half of his cheek was ripped to his ear. And it was flashing, long, white, conical teeth. They started savagely from the red flesh, and their pointy edges were interlocking over each other. His eyes forgot to blink, as his finger touched his face, feeling the cold texture of the teeth, and the warm breath escaping them. The half of the lips, which were left, slightly curled up. He watched, as he let the purplish, diamond nail clank with the teeth. ¡°Hsss¨C¡± He hissed, as he stuck out his tongue to speak which was half, slithering like a snake, and half rolling like a human¡¯s. His half-lips curled up further, as he said, ¡°Ohsss¡­ It¡¯ss¡­ beau¨Cs-tifulss..¡± His lips were now curling into a grin he couldn¡¯t control. A chuckle broke out of him, as he weirdly hissed them out. They were slowly revving up into laughter. Soon, he was swinging uncontrollably from the laughter. He leaned into the sink to control himself, only to catch a glimpse of his face, and laugh further. A smell of vivid sourness, as if rotten oranges, sneakily pervaded the bathroom, but he couldn¡¯t stop laughing. Playfully scrunching his nose, he said, ¡°Itsss¡­ sstinksss.¡± As he pinched his nose close. His smile suddenly paused, as a chill ran down his spine. It wasn¡¯t human sense, but he could sense it. He could feel it¡­ the heavy, purple energy, shimmering just behind him. The source of the stench. It had pounced on him. Ryder jumped to the side, and turned back. A gigantic figure had interlocked his oversized palms. Projecting the strike from the top of his head, it was jumping down at Ryder. But Ryder had moved out, so his hands demolished the basin into dust and rubble. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Crouching at the ground, it slowly turned its thick neck towards Ryder. A wide grin flashed on its face. Despite its bulky size, and shoulders almost as wide as a truck, it punched swiftly at Ryder. Ryder twitched, as his heart rate spiked. The punch was fast, but he was faster. He quickly countered the punch with his own. Their punches collided, and the way Ryder¡¯s punch couldn¡¯t even fully stretch. Ryder¡¯s eyes dilated. It¡¯s punch bulldozed through him, jerking his hand back, meeting his chest. His heart stopped for a moment, and his bones cracked. A cough escaping from him. That punch catapulted Ryder back to the corner of the bathroom walls, and the wall cracked open. His head poking out of the hotel building. Ryder didn¡¯t relax, as he squirmed and pushed his leg, wanting to push himself completely out of the wall. But before him, the truck kicked him in the abs from inside. For a moment, Ryder blacked out from it, as he was ragdolled out of the hotel building ¡ª straight down the road. Just before colliding, Ryder opened his eyes, and shielded his face, holding his forearms. From the force, he slid and rolled down the concrete road. He dug his nails in the road, but he couldn¡¯t stop himself from falling into the woodland beside it. The truck grinned as it jumped down the road, breaking the wall, following behind Ryder. In the forest, Ryder had stabilized himself midway, digging his nails in the muddy incline. He looked up, standing straight. He scrunched his nose, as loaded his nails. Somehow, the pain was healing much better than he thought. The truck came down jumping, as it cracked the tree midway, from the momentum. The tree headed straight down at Ryder. Ryder, his eyes not blinking, dodged the tree. The monster behind the tree chuckled, as he said, ¡°You guys are always fun to eat.¡± It stretched its shoulder back, turning his torso, projecting a punch at him. It came crashing down, towards Ryder. Ryder was barely faster. He dodged to the right. Like he had planned, his left-hand, went straight for gouging his eye. The truck realized he couldn¡¯t dodge it. Its eyes widened as he reflexively jerked, but the nails tore through its eye. ¡°Aah!¡± It shouted, ¡°You fuck¨C¡± It went for a quick slap with its large palm at Ryder. Ryder couldn''t dodge it. He blocked it with his right-hand, tucked to his side, but the force was too much. He flung away. The monster¡¯s breath was ragged, and its palm resting over his eye, twitching. ¡°Fuck,¡± It mumbled as he watched Ryder, counter the momentum, by digging its nails on the ground ¡ª standing up again. ¡°Does this thing not feel pain? Don¡¯t tell me¡­¡± Its heart palpitated, mouth gasping for breath. ¡°Is this one of the mutated ones?¡± The beat of his life, quickened like anything, watching Ryder, stand straight again. Looking at him, casually swinging his arms. As Ryder began to run towards him, Truck lost it. It faced the other side and just thumped on the ground, dashing his way out. It didn¡¯t look back. It didn¡¯t stop, and just thumped its way out. Behind him, Ryder, stopped when it started to thump his way out. What the fuck? He commented, internally. Ryder swung his body around, in all joints and it felt completely fine. But then he heard the police siren, on the road above him. Police?... Oh fuck?... Everything I was doing was real. The damage¡­ and Rachel. The thoughts raced inside him. He gave the road above a quiet look. Slowly, his heart started to pump faster. It wasn¡¯t visible from here, but police would soon be down here. Ryder paused for a second, as he looked to the other side. Inside the forest, away from the hotel. And he didn¡¯t think twice. He picked up the pace, and dashed. The power coursing through him. He leapt on a tree, halfway, as he dug his nails, and anchored them inside the trunk. As he swung, and pushed, chipping the wood away, leaping up at the tree. He dug another nail, and leapt further, reaching the top, as he landed onto a tender branch. It recoiled and pushed him up. For a moment, he could watch the forest of trees, pervading throughout. He came, blitzing down, as he brandished his fingers, and dug into whatever tree he could, to slow down the moment. The landing was harsh, but he rolled down, carrying the momentum. He dug at the mud, and pushed more, dashing his way, inside the forest. Chapter 3 - The black claw Ryder was seeing it all. The green trees, rustling under the wind, shining under the sun. And, the black world, of dancing colors. His eyes shifted in all directions, scanning for any change, in either of the white or black worlds. His legs tensed, bolted through the forest, and his claws, chipping away the wood off the trees. He noticed a giant tree on his way, and leapt at it, effortlessly clawing his way to the top. He swung himself, and caught a branch at the top. Though it wouldn¡¯t hold long, Ryder got a view from the top. In the black world, with wriggling colors blotched all over. He noticed a single place fuming with one large speck of pink. The branch was about to break, as Ryder noted the direction, and swung himself. The branch broke, but he clawed onto the tree before him ¨C dragging himself down. Then, he jumped back to the ground, and looked up at the tree which he just was in. Estimating the direction he was looking at, he confirmed the direction, and ran towards it. With Ryder¡¯s speed, the distance wasn¡¯t long, but he didn¡¯t run all in. If he were to get into another scuffle, it would be stupid to lose because of stamina. As Ryder was several feet away, he could sense its presence. The presence was big enough, not to go unnoticed. Ryder wasn¡¯t positive about being able to hide his presence, but he didn¡¯t want to make him obvious either. He walked his way through these several meters. Hiding behind the trees, and observing all around. But he could sense nothing, except for the source, which was a small lake, amidst the cluster of trees. Ryder wasn¡¯t sure why the lake was so speckless, but he didn¡¯t want to step out in what could be a blatant trap. He climbed the tree before him, and waited, keeping his eyes in all directions. Can there be beings which can hide their presences? Honestly, that purple truck, was stupid as fuck. I got lucky. Ryder relaxed, and crouched himself on a branch, sneakily looking around. If that moron could locate me, have the beings here located me already? I¡¯m officially dead, if that is true. Especially if it¡¯s a group, I have no chance. Should I just leave? But then again¡­ fuck it, I don¡¯t wanna go back. Just then, Ryder caught a color twitching and moving forward towards the lake. It was a deer, slowly and gracefully walking. Ryder, squinted his eyes, and adjusted his posture to look at it. He followed its movement, as it was sauntering its way to the lake. Idling here and there ¨C perhaps it wasn¡¯t too thirsty. But roughly, around a ten or so feet from the lake, it leapt forward. As soon as it leapt forward, a speck of white light flashed in Ryder¡¯s black world. The deer transformed midair into a humanoid creature, with six arms. Four of them were spider appendages ¨C a pair from back in the shoulder, and a pair from the lower back. The third pair was just regular human hands. It swiftly dashed forward, but an arrow, somewhere from the far left zoomed towards it. Again, it was laced with a white energy, twitching through it. The spider monster rolled away, creating a significant distance, but the arrow exploded the ground as it hit. The spider turned left, and brandished his hand in the air, as a white-flash twitched in the black world. It had shot a stick of web back, as it rushed towards the lake. But then, as if sensing something, it suddenly halted and backed off. In the black world, Ryder could sense a heavy color twitching inside the water now. Much heavier than the spider. Out of the water, a large paw appeared, striking the ground. The spider had moved away, but it staggered as the mud splattered everywhere. Amidst the mess, a lion-faced monster appeared from the inside. It leapt out, to land a strike at the spider. It¡¯s thick arms, almost half the size of the spider. Ryder decided to focus on gauging the party''s strength and number. Right now, in his black world, the colors had appeared all around him. Apparently, one of them was perched in the tree just beside his. Other than that, three more appeared to be on his left, and similarly four others to his right. He looked down, and mud had splattered all around. But the spider was doing a good job, dodging. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. If one guy could do the job, why are there eight others? Were they expecting a wholeass team or sth? Ryder got up, balancing himself over the branch, and quietly clawed to the trunk. He kept an eye, and the monster beside him wasn¡¯t moving. They must be alert then. But why haven¡¯t they not caught on to my color yet? Do they not have such powers? If not, then¡­ Can I take this guy down and run back?But if I run, there¡¯s no guarantee till where they¡¯d chase me. He noticed again, that in the black world, no color actually moved. If they are in a formation, waiting for a team, then the best thing would be to make a gamble right now. If another couple of fucks appeared, they¡¯ll kill me for being here. But what if I fight this guy beside me, and throw these colors off. The other fucks appear and they mess these up. I can run away then. Perfect! Ryder locked his eyes, at the speck of red, twitching on the tree. He pushed down with his leg, at the branch he was standing, and it didn¡¯t crack. He shook his nails, dug into the trunk robustly. Then he moved to the far end of the branch, and dashed two steps, as he tensed his muscles and pushed back. His hand snapping off the trunk, as he launched towards the other tree. Ryder could see the red color move. When it got into his sight, it looked exactly like the spider down there. Ryder flew down, and caught it with one of its appendages, and pulled him with the force. Ryder wasn¡¯t able to land on the tree, so he pulled the spider along with him. Manhandling the spider, he latched his claws to the trunk of the tree near him, dragging down. He threw the spider, as it fell down. It dug its limbs in the mud, to stabilize. Ryder loaded his claws, jumping down, ready to strike, when his senses alerted him of the more presences nearby. Both of them turned their heads to look at the group of humanoid monsters walking towards the lake. They had a tiger-headed leader, resting a broad sword on his shoulders. His color matches that lionhead. Fuck¡­ Ryder, think! Think! Ryder landed and rolled to a stand. The other colors behind him, all came out. The lionhead appeared from the other side, crunching on the spider¡¯s head. ¡°Oy!¡± The lionhead shouted, ¡°Baby¡¯s here after all huh? What¡¯s the numbers? You scared, cat?¡± It flung the half-head of the spider, towards the tiger, ¡°Yar boy¡¯s are too weak. Might as well feed them to dricks.¡± And then, it turned to its group, where Ryder was standing as an imposter. It laughed, and they all started laughing. Think, think, think, fuck! The tiger swung its sword out of its shoulders, down to the ground. Then dragging the sword through the mud, it moved to the spider¡¯s half-crunched head. It looked down at it, and then up at the heartily laughing lionhead. It crouched, and picked up the head, just looking at it. It dug a part of the sword in the mud, and then it put the head back on the ground, as it looked up at the lion. ¡°My boy, faced whatever,¡± it pointed at the lion, ¡°Yar shitass will be facing all that too.¡± The tiger¡¯s team tensed up, scrunching their faces, and flexing their weapons. The laughter in the lion''s team died too, and both the teams prepared for a clash. When abruptly a laughter echoed through, as all the humanoids, instantly turned their faces. ¡°Sshahaszz! Sshahahaaass!¡± Ryder laughed, jolting his whole body. Heaving his chest, almost gasping for breath from the laughter, he staggered forward towards the middle. To his far left, lionhead was glaring at him, and to his front, there was the tiger and its team. Behind him, was the lion¡¯s squad. ¡°Stupidss! Ss-you guyss are funny.¡± Ryder looked at the lion, and then towards the tiger. He moved forward, now standing in the middle of them all. His arms crossed. ¡°Both-hs s-you, why are-ss ss-you h-e-ere?¡± He said, as he was striving to control his tongue. Half his tongue was rolling, and the other could only slide like a snake¡¯s. Both half, were doing different functions, so his tongue was rolling and sliding, at the same time. The tiger and the lion just watched him for a moment, not removing their gazes. But then, the lion moved forward, ¡°Yo! What¡¯s this crazy fu¨C¡± Ryder brandished his palm in the air, towards the lion. His other hand, casually resting in his pocket. The lion paused midway, just glaring at him. ¡°D-s-on¡¯t s-come forward s-if ss-you don¡¯t wanna die.¡± Ryder said. Yeah, I meant I don¡¯t wanna die. The tiger pulled its sword out of the ground, as it said, ¡°Yar who? Did ya come from the tower?¡± What the fuck is the tower now, bro? ¡°S-idiot, I¡¯m s-from the tower¡¯s-s s-faction.¡± He replied, now getting a better hang of his tongue. ¡°Wait!¡± A winged monster, shouted from the tiger¡¯s group, ¡°Boss!¡± It turned towards the tiger, ¡°This prick ya no prick.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± The tiger turned towards it, ¡°bark more, ya idiot. Ya know somethin?¡± A pale-faced, and tailed monster shouted from the lion¡¯s team, ¡°Ya don¡¯t mean the black claw, do yo birdie?¡± The bird shouted back, ¡°yo!¡± The lion shouted from the right, ¡°Y''all, who¡¯s this black claw shit?¡± ¡°Boss,¡± The tailed monster replied, ¡°It¡¯s a richass from the tower¡¯s faction.¡± The tailed monster, looked at Ryder, gulping, ¡°He killed the fucking blue dragon in the west.¡± The fuck are these idiots! Don¡¯t laugh, don¡¯t! Ryder interrupted, and spoke in between, ¡°S-I didn¡¯t kill s-it. S-I ss-slaughtered.¡± I can live another day!