Malfoy and me walk in the corridor, our weapons out, and bloody.
For a strange reason, I feel...odd. My grip is still a bit too hard from before, not wanting to relax for an unknown reason.
I feel weird.
I feel like I want to kill hulk, like all of this was just an excuse, that since the first second we found out about him, that I was decided on killing him, that the panic that I've shown was fake, I feel like my excuses were too prepared, too ready, that my little speech was rehearsed.
That's what I feel.
But it's false, I know it.
The wood squeak under our feet, and I'm now sure that I have no second thought, I'm anxious, for sure.
But it feel good.
Malfoy glance at my weapon, steady in my grip, my crushing, excited, anxious grip.
He look up at me and smile "See? You know."
He don't whisper, his smile wipe off his face as we step into the darkness, a small part of me is hoping that hulk wake up from his slumber, hear us, and ready himself for a fight.
But that would be dumb.
So I do the smart thing and snuff this impulsive thought out, it was nothing but an impulsive thought.
"No I don't"
I don't whisper. That was dumb, don't talk.
"I believe you"
"I really don't" stop talking.
I can hear a small "hmmhmm" a hum, coming from my left, perhaps I'll beat him up first and then take on hulk alone.
Whatever think about something else. Oh right. Binary "how many notifications you got when finding hulk? This afternoon."
I can't see his face, but I hear his answer "two of them, why the question?"
I lick my lips, wondering what the fuck is happening.
"Just curious. Wondering if the system show different things to different people"
"See? You see it" AGAIN!? "And what did you find?"
The question calm me at least. "Nothing interesting, same." That's a lie.
The silence come back up as we keep walking.
My feet land on the metallic part of the latch, I stop moving, malfoy does too, and we listen to any sounds that make come from below.
We wait for three good seconds.
Time to open the trap.
Keeping my right hand on my spear, I lift up the latch with one hand, helping me malfoy put one hand in the opening and lift it up, not taking anymore time, I push my leg forward and let the latch fall on my propped knee, giving us a small opening to see the inside of the room below.
Hulk is still here, sleeping.
On his belly this time, arms that would act like a sledgehammer against my body dragging on the ground. Legs that could probably stomp a car...a small one at least if he were to jump on it.
The regular rhythm of his snoring is coming to meet us, as usual, and we're going to kill him.
I glance at malfoy, barely seeable with the moonlight, he look at me with that dumb smile, the murder plan seems more and more like a bad one the more I see him.
We keep pulling, the opening of the trap reveal itself to be quite the big thing actually.
It's probably big enough for both of us to pass at the same time, lifting the trap together we keep going until the opening is fully open, the wooden entrance with the latch now resting on the ground.
Damn, I lied. This hatch is like big big, BIG BIG.
I go on the left of the latch, malfoy on the right.
And we look down at hulk.
How do we get down now?
A quick glance at the ladder beside the trap reveal it rotten, but perhaps, if we're careful enough we can get down, stab him while he sleep and hope he fucking die? Or we could hang from the opening and...what's malfoy trying to say? He's mouthing something but I don't get it?
He point at hulk sleeping form, and mime jumping....
I shake my head.
He tilt his.
"Why?" He mouth, WHY, WHY!? BECAUSE THAT'S FUCKING DUMB, we need to be smart, especially when my life is at stake.
I point at the ladder, he frown and mime falling fast on him, it would do a lot of damage for sure, but still.
Still...
Still. I look at the rotten ladder, this can't be used to get down.
Still. I think about what would happen if he wake up when only one of us is down there, that would be a big problem.
Still. Perhaps if we fall fast enough he'll just die before we need to be put in danger? The fall is pretty big, isn't throwing spear out of trees a hunting method to kill boars and shit in real life?
I swear I saw videos like that...I mean, if shit goes downhill the door in the room is small enough that I'm confident I can force my way in, with noise, but confident.
Hulk for sure can't....How did he entered the room?
A quick glance to the right show the door of the room.
If I can't enter those doors without bending over, this abomination of nature, cannot enter this, he's like, 1.5 times my height? I think? So like 9 feet tall?
May be overestimating that.
The trap maybe? I mean, it's big enough for me and malfoy to move in the room at the same time?
That's weird....
But maybe it's not and I'm just dodging the situation right now. That's what the hungry coils behind my throat say.
I look at malfoy, and nod.
He smile.
I don't fucking know why I agreed to this, I raise my spear, he raise his sword.
That's a bad idea, but my grip tighten by itself.
That's a bad idea, but the coils reasonate with me. I can't hesitate anymore.
This struck a cord. Something about twitchy and my hesitation.
So that's why.
Like dumb fuckers.
We jump.
Wind pass through my hair as I focus the tip of my spear toward this fucker neck, we propel down 4 good meters until we both land.
Then I propel down 2 good meters when I'm thrown away spearless.
By a screaming raging beast.
A really angry beast.
Loud screams almost make my eardrums pop out, see, this was a dumb idea, don't even know why I did it.
What's sure though is that any life on our surrounding is aware that this guy is awake.
A viscuous warm liquid get splashed on my face as I try to get up to stare at the scene.
In front of me, in front of us.
A gigantic goblin. Way bigger than 9 foot in height try to get up as he deseperately shove one his giant callused hand on the big wooden staff sticking out his neck, on the upper part of his back a sword dig in him.
He trash around trying to grab said sword, his bulky arms make it impossible.
Below him a crushed bed, well and well into paste now.
How did it become paste?
Oh that's just because he's struggling to get back on his knees.
As he try to get up on his knees, blood flow from both of his wounds in waves, covering his bare green body in red.
The smell of iron reach my nose, almost making me want to scrunch it. Just as I cradle my aching ribs from being thrown away by a giant. I myself struggling to get up, looking at the sight.
The goblin...well, if you can call him that, look around the room as he finally manage to put himself on his knees.
Legs unsteady, staring right at me, and malfoy, he lift one of his hand.
And I would love to keep describing what's happening, really, but me and that blond dumbass are a bit busy forcing the door open.
The door explode under our combined might and we rush into one of the corridor we saw earlier.
I look around and decide to run to the left, malfoy do the same, following me, taking a bit more time than me he just barely manage to get out of the way before a giganting green hulking arm get out of the door.
The door pop out like retribution given form. Yes it pop up, any wood that remained fucking explode and get thrown like bullets on the wall in front of it.
The hand slam against the ground, making the ground shake under my feet.
Frustated that his ennemies escaped him, he try to shove his entire body out.
The wall groan in displeasure.
Not the goblin. The wall groan.
The little door, it's frame now, just can't take the force.
Fortunatly, hulk decide to get his arm back.
As he does, me and malfoy stare at each other.
And before we can say anything a giant face, get forced into the door opening, the head pass relatively smoothly, the upper part of his shoulders too, the rest though?
Nope.
He's stuck.
He doesn't seems to like it, he start writhing like a worm and the entire wall fucking shake, the entire corrido-!
The wall, barely supporting that abuse fall on the neck. It's like an avalanche, it fall forward, on his back before being pushed on it's bloody and injured neck, a pitful sound get out of his mouth, and a second one get out when I decide to punch his eyes.
I did what?
My arm dig in like butter, viscuous eye fluids explode against my arm as I dig my arm in the back of his eyes, his scream get stronger and stronger as he snap his teeth toward me. Toward the smallest things he can reach lying down like that, my thighs.
On the other side, taking example, Malfoy does the same.
He's stuck.
Unable to resist as the weight of an entire room fell on his injured neck, struggles keep coming out from his body, making the wall above him shake and reveal more and more of his grievious wound.
Like a worm.
A big worm, he try to worm his way out of the rubble.
My second hand get in.
I bend my elbows and drag them onto the flesh still sticking on the inside of his eyes socket. The bottom of my nails drag against pierced eyeballs.
A big push against me almost make me go fly away, but with a good enough footing, I manage to stay steady, and it just push my hands deeper into his skull.
I'm pretty sure I'm crushing his brain right now.
[Congratulation, you killed an opponent with far more experience than you! Additional essence has been awarded]
[Congratulation, you cycled enough essence! You have been awakened to essence! Do you wish to see your tier?]
[Congratulation, you killed Growlag, additional essence, and an 'orcish necklace' is awarded]
One more pummeled.