Micky was busy fighting off the minotaur his tank had let through… Yes the [Pink Mage] was the one fighting off the minotaur. This was not because Mags wasn’t being helpful, no she was the MT atm because the main tank had launched himself into the wave of mobs. This had obviously caused a shit storm of mobs and the OT couldn’t block the side and keep all the mobs out. So now Micky had to hold off a minotaur and protect the healer while the archer on the other took care of their mob first. As one might expect they were not doing so hot. Of course, the one time Micky didn’t have an instructor and had the most balanced team he ever had they are completely inept. Why? Because the archer was walking around with duel blades without class skills for them or even the capability of using them properly. But they ‘looked cooler’ then an archer’s bow, and if she didn’t need the bow she wouldn’t have even kept it. Worse, she spent more on upgrading the swords than the bow that was class equipment… Safe to say Micky was in a FML moment of his life.

Of course, even though Micky was attempting to keep the monster off the healer while the healer kept the OT and Mags alive and the archer was… nowhere near finishing off their monster, Micky could basically only dodge, keep up [Enraged] as a taunt, and hit the thing in it’s ludicrously sized genitalia. Yes, Micky was keeping it agroed by smacking it in the balls constantly. He was working on castrating the damn thing with his (not axe) staff. As one Might expect this did indeed keep it agroed, although the monster was too powerful for Micky to keep [Enraged] and taunted for long.

Micky, even had to send Squishy over to help the archer that was using the ridiculously sized swords in order to help them finish it quicker. Because there was only so many times Micky could dodge between the things legs before it gets exceedingly boring and awkward. At this point Micky was wondering if he was going to have to take the thing out to dinner… and of course, that joking thought was enough to let a kobold, smart little suicidal bastards that they are, through. Because Mags couldn’t keep focused on her one job. Micky admonished her quickly though and smacked the thing [Dead] after throwing a dagger at the furry thing first.

Micky then returned back to doing what he had been… Which was spamming dodge roll with the occasional agro smack to the minotaur’s groin or face. It’d be funny if it wasn’t life threatening.

Eventually the archer did indeed kill the [Raging Bull] mob that they had been facing. But then they couldn’t stop laughing at Micky as he dodge rolled between the minotaur’s legs.

“Shoot this thing!” Micky yelled. The archer prepared their swords once more. “With your bow!” Micky corrected. The archer looked annoyed at Micky and decided to ignore him and his plight and went back to shooting the mobs around the tank and pet. Nobody even knew what had happened to the MT, so fuck em’.

“I said shoot this thing!” Micky commanded using his [Basic: Commander] sub-skill [Command] that Micky had trained. Commander being a [Noble] title meant that it had a compulsion to it. This was the reason that a powerful, say [Flaming Red Mage], didn’t revolt against the nobility. Anyone that considered themselves a [Citizen] would have a compulsion to follow their lead. And, should a non-[Citizen] attempt to get near a [Noble] the [Citizen]s would find themselves obliged to protect the noble regardless of the non-[Citizen]’s motives. Of course that was a basic low tier compulsion. [Commander]’s [Command] skill was a high level compulsion skill. Which meant…

… The archer leveled their bow, their face red with struggle, at the minotaur and let loose a volley as fast as they could until it was [Dead]. The minotaur, realising that the annoying ant was just annoying, and the real threat was the archer, had wanted to change targets but Micky wouldn’t let it. There of course, wasn’t much Micky could do, but that didn’t stop Micky from preventing the minotaur from charging in the large ‘battle corridor’ of the labyrinth. The minotaur was quickly killed and Micky [Command]ed “Back in formation!” This had the interesting effect of bringing back the wandering tank to the party and forcing them inline with the other tanks.

Micky grabbed the axe the Minotaur had been using as a ‘force drop’ of the dungeon. This wasn’t really a bad thing since there were no skinners in the group and the dungeon wasn’t going to drop loot after it went demonking. That meant that the only loot in the dungeon was the ‘force drops’ that people picked up and the system loot. There were also the occasional storage facility that would have piles of equipment that could be used to wage war. However as Micky’s party did not have a scout and could only follow Mag’s senses or Squishy’s manasight they did not really have the capability of stumbling on one while the dungeon was actively working against them finding them. However the teachers were specifically running off to do just that. The dungeon would reobsorb the stored loot in an attempt to thwart them however. So these rooms would then become a sort of timed loot room to grab everything you could possibly fit. It was a good thing that all the teachers had spacial bags, as well as more spacial bags on loan from the guild itself.

What Micky did find however, were secret doors. The thing about slimes was they had a near perfect [Manasight] from birth. This allowed them to identify the secret passages better then even the dungeon could, and thus better then the dungeon could make them. But with the party as it was there was no way Micky could even get to using the secret passages. Every time he brought it up they would already be halfway down the corridor. And since the MT had left there was no way they would follow the [Pink Mage]. Before Micky had let that kinda shit happen as the party was a loose PUG and worked on a voting system. Of course, that voting system is ‘the MT ran off into another mob, we better go get him’ and the archer chick was the girlfriend of the MT. But not anymore, now Micky was going to do what he should have done. Micky was taking [Command] and they were going to step in line, or step out… permanently.

Now that the MT was back in line the mobs were dropping at a noticeable rate. The dungeon didn’t have the little patrols of normal dungeons but simply swarmed with massive amounts of mobs. Having gone demonking the dungeon had lost it’s sensitivity to the dungeon as well as it’s omnipresence over the dungeon. This also affected the absorption rate of the dungeon meaning that the absorption of the minotaur and all the mobs were slower than even the crawl under the city.

Micky handed the axe he looted over to the furie and then rounded on the archer placing a blade to her throat. The MT, an impressive man in a full set of thick copper armor with a massive axe himself, a tank class known as a [Juggernaught], would have moved to intercept, had he not been intercepted himself. He looked at the furie before him with her bloodied new axe, she seemed just a little too eager to figure out her new toy.

Micky said “You do not leave the formation, you do not jeopardize the party. You do your fucking job! Even if it gets you killed because everybody in the party is depending on you.” He said as he looked at the archer and then the MT. When he looked away from the archer she tried to reach for a blade to fend him off only for him to force the extremely sharp dagger to draw blood. This made the MT more anxious and he tried to shove past the furie with the weight of his centorean armor but was rebuffed and shoved back by the equally heavy furie.

“From now on you will follow my commands to the letter, do I make myself clear?” Said Micky.

“Yes, sir.” mumble the archer. “What was that?” screamed Micky. “Yes, sir!” said the archer.

Micky rounded on the MT “And you! Who do you think you are some war god? You were the MT you act like the MT you do MT things and stay in fucking line! From now on he is the MT then Mags and then you! You will follow their lead and my commands, do I make myself clear?!” who was no longer the MT. The juggs responded with a “Yes, sir.” of his own. Then the archer pulled out a blade and the juggs tried to charge past Mags again.

It all happened so fast. But in no way anybody expected. Micky slapped down the archer with his staff, smacking her across the face. She fell down hard and Micky kicked her in the stomach. This stopped the juggs cold, or it could be the axeblade on his neck, either or.

“I thought I made myself clear, I am the [Commander] here! Am I understood?” Micky said. This got nods from the rest of the party while Squishy and Mags stared on. Mags however had a battlethirsty grin ready for shit to hit the fan.

Micky glared at the archer and the juggs. Nods were fine from the other party members that could do their jobs but he wasn’t going to let these two off that easy. The party was almost a wipe and there would have been no coming back from it. “Sir, yes sir...” Mumbled out the two.

“That is [Commander] to you!” Said Micky.

The two glared at Micky even harder. If they admitted he was commander the compulsion would become even harder to resist. And by that it means impossible with their low levels, though [Error]s do happen, they are called [Error]s for a reason.

“Yes, [Commander], sir!” The juggs said and the archer chocked out, somehow even forcing the system to acknowledge the sarcasm in the word. Micky let the healer [Heal] them after that but he was still pissed and he was going to make them pay. Just not with their lives at the moment.