Day 96

The sun was yet to rise but everyone was already ready.

The Abbe drew a hexagon today. I wonder, if these shapes have any meaning to them at all…

I stepped into the ring but Maylon seemed to be hesitant, she whispered something to the Abbe, who then went and rubbed the shape he had drawn.

“Aren’t we going to battle today?” I ask as I am getting impatient.

“Yes…give me a moment..” the Abbe replied.

He quickly drew a large octagon.

“Does this even mean anything?” I ask.

“Think of it as a power limiter, while we are not permitted to kill you, we can spar with you reducing our power…this is a spell that I have constructed to keep Maylon’s powers restricted so that she does not injure you…”

“You!...” I was pissed angry.

I think Maylon defeated me last time when it was a triangle…

“Are you adding restrictions when you change the shape? Or reducing them?” I am literally shouting out in anger.

“…Right now..” The Abbe looked somewhat guilty for manipulating me. “I am adding more restrictions on her…the basic rule is; the closer it is to the shape of a circle the more restrictions are imposed on the Guardian…”

So that would mean…Maylon was fighting me at fewer restrictions and now she is fighting me with more….they are underestimating me…this is getting me very angry…now that I think about it the day I defeated Gustav we fought in a circle…which would mean that his powers were like 99% sealed…In fact I don’t remember having ever won against him when the rings shape was a square…

I am anger has reached boiling point and I am a slight bit away from exploding.

“Remove the restraints.” I order them.

The Abbe looked up at me as if he was asking what’s wrong.

“You are seriously underestimating me, if you think that by restricting your powers you are evening out your powers…”

“But..”

“DO AS I SAY!” I am very angry. My pride has been hurt. I am not all that weak, I just haven’t been sparring them seriously.

The Abbe rubbed of all lines and then whispered “Dispel”.

I assume my fighting stance.

Targets acquired: 3

I haven’t used my monster senses even once while fighting with them. I brought out my dwarf hand there were claws protruding from its finger tips.

The Abbe could see I was serious.

A mini radar opened up in my vision line. I could see three dots; two in front represented Maylon and the Abbe, the one behind was Gustav.

I plan on defeating at least two out of three Guardians.

The Abbe claps his hand.

I was off, I dashed towards Gustav. Both Maylon and Gustav were caught unawares by my movements. Maylon didn’t expect me to run away from her and Gustav didn’t think I would come towards him.

I know this might sound like cheating, but this is me defeating them.

My radar showed me that Maylon was chasing behind me.

Heh. I turn an eye of mine the other way to keep track of her. She is slower than me in the sand since I can make leg designs optimized for running on sand.

In the blink of an eye, I kick Gustav who was completely defenseless and then turn around to do a roundabout house kick at Maylon who had just managed catching up to me. *Sorry Maylon, but right now I am not in the mood to feel you up*

I jumped back down and changed my slime arm into a blade and dashed towards the Abbe.

The Abbe was frowning.

I don’t think anyone expected me to act so violently. Am I being irrational?

Maybe I am.

Maybe I am going crazy that I have been locked up in a game for so long.

Maybe I am going crazy that I have been wandering a desert for 96 days.

Either ways, I am just so frustrated and angry right now, that I can just kill someone.

Incoming Projectile!

I quickly duck.

Maylon just threw Gustav’s dagger.

I clash with the Abbe, the Abbe it seems to have caught the dagger.

I am not sure if she had planned that but the Abbe had a weapon now.

We are engaged in a deadly duel…well deadly to the extent this one isn’t going to end with the Abbe simply saying match over but with some degree of injury…

The Abbe matched every blow I parried. He was simply too skillful.

No matter how I tried (and I am acquainted with the blade), the Abbe managed to meet me head on.

I am not sure whether he did this intentionally, but it felt like he wanted me to let go of my anger little by little…

Why was I angry again?

I am not sure…

Was it the pride of mine that had taken a beating?

Was it my frustrations of not being able to touch Maylon?

I don’t know, right now…there is the Abbe in front of me and he looks so delicious.

I am not sure what happened, but either I sped up or the Abbe slowed down.

My vision also changed over from normal view into heat vision.

I could see the Abbe’s tiny heart beating away.

Blood.

That is all I wanted.

I wanted blood.

At some point, the craving for the Abbe’s blood grew stronger and stronger in me.

Yes, I think I wanted to chop him into little bits….that kind of blood thirst.

Yes…chop him…and maybe….eat him a little…

The Abbe was on the back foot now. He was retreating and I was advancing.

Our blades clashed more often and with greater ferocity.

Maylon and Gustav raced to the Abbe’s side.

I am not sure what they were thinking of me right now, but I am only interested in the strong.

I want to eat!

Everything went black after that.

I am not sure what happened but when I woke up, I found the Abbe sitting next to me. There was a lot of blood everywhere…

The Abbe was missing an arm.

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