Zeltran: Arc 1.1x

“It’ll take more than that to kill me, boy.”

Xelias spun around. He’d just put 10,000 damage into this guy, what the hell was going on?

“Shadow armor. Absorbs 75% of all damage I take without reducing durability. Neat, huh?”

“If you say so.” This wasn’t what he’d planned for. He needed to end this quickly and get after the rest of the party before they reached any other players. With a flick of his right hand, he opened his menu and began going through the requip process by muscle memory, keeping his eyes on the other player.

“Oh, you’re grabbing health potions? That’s not gonna help you much.”

“I’m not getting potions. I’m getting my weapon.” The scythe appeared slung across his back like it always did. He pulled it off and readied it. “I advise you to run.”

“A scythe? Really? You’re not gonna scare me with that, the REAL Angel of Death is over on Floor 35 fighting-” He stopped talking abruptly when he saw the deep blue glow the blade was making. “No. That’s impossible. You’re on Floor 35! You can’t be here!”

“I told you to run.” Thane of Decimation triggered, and Xelias moved in.

He caught up with the rest of the party just as they were surrounding a group of players. Thank God for the tree line, he thought. He waited for the players in the cornered group to look sufficiently terrified, then vaulted out of the tree he was in to land in front of them. Thane of Decimation did its job, and SAO was short four more red players that no one important would miss.