SAO:PoA - Chapter One

Floor 4th, January 29th, 2023

Run. Run. Run as fast as you can. Heartbeat fast and uncontrollable breath, legs strong and swiftest as the wind itself. A male player, long sword on right hand and shield left, twenty Death-Bringers on horseback chasing. No matter the quick he moved, he was not comparable to one of those horses, but he did not stop. Continued thought the dusty road, turned, continue, turned one more.

“Enough running time to fight”

He turned back pointing his sword towards the horsemen, as one of them attacked, spearing him, yet he managed dodged it, just cutting his back. Counter attack, as he cut the monster throat, deleting him instantly. As two more approach, but they also fall. A spear and two arrows thrown from the nearby rocks: a perfectly calculated ambush. Five other players got out of their hiding killing two more monsters.

The player threw his shield towards one of the horseman, then slashed other another, and sliced other. A big guy with mighty war hammer kills two more and other with an axe and mace slays the same. Fist, fist, down! As other player killed a bringer overpowering him it with his Knifed-Knuckle Dusters, other attacked him, blocked him with his two weapons and punched him repeatly and kicked him, as the big guy delates him smashing him with his hammer.

“He was mine”

“Someone has to take care of you brother”

 He turned back, other monster was about to attack him, just to be stopped by a swordsman that stabbed it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“And who takes care of you, Dagonet?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Shut up, Galahad” said Dagonet

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“both of you shut up!” as the two weapon wailer responded, we are in a battle

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Jumping towards the enemy and fighting three at the same time, the first player is slashed in the back of his left arm; he spins on the ground and grabs his shield, and hits hardly the death-bringer on the face, then kills other with and slashing though the neck. The last one of them kicks him, he spins back and ready to attack but is stabbed by the back, by other player, a curved blade user.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Thought you were among the dead”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He removed the sword as the monster fragmented into polygons

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I was late”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“TEN MINUTES! I did not know what to do, Galant”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I am sorry Lance, but I didn’t manage to get these monsters to peruse me so easily.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Next time I will be the living bait”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“All right, as you wish.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant looked around. He did not find something.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Where is Guinevere?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“She didn’t want to participate. She is behind the rocks where Tristan and Percival are.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I will go with her. Royal Knights be ready for a surprise attack, Lance you are in charged. As soon as I am back we are leaving to home in floor 1.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant walked towards the rocks, on its top, there was sited a beautiful girl with long gold blonde hair, under t5he sun it shined bore than the sun itself. A curved body covered with a purple outfit and other black clothes. She carried a brown belt of her waist, attacked with the sheath of her sword. A precious face, in every detail, yet of all of them, her shining blue eyes. Yet they were saddened.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant sat next to her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Guinevere, how are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I…I’m fine just…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“No you are not. Lance told me that you didn’t want to participate in the ambush.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Tearing as she spoke, she regained confidence bit by bit.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I don’t want this. This game is a prison, the worst we can ever imagine. We are force to kill other beings just for continuing. Killing or dying are the only choices. I wish to go back to the first floor. And remain there forever. I don’t want to die.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I know you have fear of dying. You are not the only one. We all have for of it, all the players must have. Yet we have to continue. We would not just give up.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I can’t focus on field of battle, not while I am scared. I am just a heavy weight for the guild. I would be better dead”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant hugged her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I don’t think so, without you, there is no reason for me to continue. But we must take this risk. I want to spent real moments with you, in the real world. Walking, shearing, breathing, kissing. I know you want the same. I will fight until the bitter end, with you and the rest of the guild. We will never give up. Ever”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">They kissed. The axe and mace wielder appeared.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Galant, there are more of those bastards coming back. We must go.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Good work Gawn, Guinevere lets go.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> The guild walked towards the city, where they teleported back to floor 1.