[Welcome to the guardian tutorial challenge!]
[010101! Detected! Chan-!01]
[A family of shielded boar claimed this area, and they don't seem happy about your intrusion. Get rid of the threats on your life and protect you and your team!]
The red system notification barely register in my peripheral vision as I just watch the sureal scene in front of me.
Balrow, flying like a comet after being sended like one, just to come back and take revenge, slamming himself shield first into the bone protusion of the shielded bear.
Both get staggered and take some steps backs, balrow take a firm stand in front of us as he lot out a low "leave" simple, curt, and clear.
Seeing the scene, my eyes connect to malfoy, we look at each other again, his eyes are telling me anything I need to say, I'm not the only one that saw this fucking badassery.
Right in the middle of the cave, balrow, holding his shield, show off to the tutorial mission what it means to be a fucking guardian.
Just as the beast and him get into a standoff.
Balrow squatting a bit down, and leaning forward, putting the majority of his weight on his legs to not fly away like before. His shield is held by both arms, arms shaking slightly, one held by his strap behind the shield, and the other supporting the strapped hand.
The beast, shaking his head around with some low growls, his body tilted down, face almost touching the ground as he look up, legs primed and ready for another charge, entire body showing off agressivity.
And then, in the middle of all of all that, a stone fall on the beast body, the beast take a step back and growl louder. Shaking his body left and right, I glance behind.
Annie, her arm up, finished her throw, her flail arm barely holding any power, she didn't even used the sling, how the fuck did that hurt that monster!?
Letting my shock for later, I turn my head back again just in time to see another comet passing in front of me, passing by balrow, like death incarnate, a single, pointy stick, more commonly called arrow dig itself into the flesh of that pig like fucker.
And now it react badly.
The overly powerful squealing of a pork reach my ears as it start to struggle and jump around, shaking it's body with no restraint in the hope of taking out the arrow.
Not knowing that it's struggle only make it dig deeper into it's flesh, blood flow, tainting the fur and the ground he steps and stomp on like a raging bull.
Since when legolas was a badass too?
The boar barely giving us a glance get taken by surprise as malfoy rush forward without any self preservation instinct, stomping his front foot forward to thrust the long sword in the bleeding animal.
Ah.
An instinctual, primal, reflex-like white hot rage fill my veins, not thinking about it, my body move on it's own, feet dig themself on the ground, as I ground myself in the direction of the beast.
Why did I run away? Because I....huh why did I run away?
The pathetic fucking piece of living bacon squeal, and squeal, and squeal, we get it, you're dying, shut up already, hah, look at this dumbass, it's pushing malfoy sword deeper into it's own body!
Fucking pig brain, that's not how you'll reduce a human a human a human like me into meat piece! Are you retarded!?
My thoughts drop...becoming...weirder, all as rage fuel my veins. It hurt.
This guy weak.
I propel myself forward, my calves working extra hard to direct the change of direction, I barely notice how my feet feels....off.
I can't feel the ground with those big soles it's annoying.
Three long running steps, one hand crushing my spear, I jump up.
It piss me off, so, fucking, much.
I forget how air resistence work as I fly down toward this disgusting shit, well planning on turning my own body into a meteorite if I need to remove it from the surface of MY FUCKING TERRITORY!
What territory?
Instincts take me, my words hitting a nerve as the grip on my spear shift, my body arching high up in the air like some sort of caveman mid-hunt.
Look at this slab of meat, a nest?
A territory?
Who the fuck does it take itself for? Don't you get it? There is a reason I call you it, not he, not her, not whatever kind of gender pigs like you have.
It's because you're not worth the effort, you're not worth my time, you're not worth anything.
The only fucking place where you belong is on my plate.
Sorry what? My thoughts get washed away as I move.
My body coiled like an arc whip out with as much explosiveness I can muster.
The spear, fueled with power I never know it could have, fall down like a falling star. Right into the snout of that fucking mutt.
I feel like I hit a wall.
I fall on it. On that mutt. In a flurry of limbs, almost falling barely keeping myself standing over it, one leg over it's rampaging bloody body the other trailing behind me on the ground moving independant of my will to avoid getting crushed.
My grip is tight on the spear, deadly tight, I can feel my forearm popping, it fucking hurt, since when can I grip shit that hard? My shoulder press, hard down, keeping me as close to this pig as possible.
Pushing my shoulder on it's side, it's heavy muscular body slamming into it as it rampage. But I ignore it. Just like I ignore how my grip is almost single handedly keeping me up.
I don't have the time to think much about it as my face slam onto the beast back.
is this how it feel to ride a bull? Without experience? I try to tighten my legs around it's big body but it's pretty useless.
it move in a circle jumping and squealing.
It shove itself against malfoy grip as he try to rip his sword out, sending him fly out, sword still in it's body, but now dangling dangerously, ready to fall.
My left leg still drag on the ground. It burn, it move, dodging a hoof slamming over it before I can even notice.
My right leg is the only thing keeping me on it.
It takes a sudden and violent half spin turn as my single leg over dissapear.
I fell it. Weightlessness. Gravity taking me back.
My right leg flail in the air above me.
I need to do something.
Slamming my other feet, the left one, that's brushing the ground, I try to get the fuck away from here.
I jump away abandoning my spear to rush the fuck back in the room.
In mid air a big resistance stop my jump.
Just keeping me there, in mid air, hanging from a bear.
I'll retract my earlier words.
My grip. My terrifyingly, and unnaturally hard grip is the only thing keeping me on the boar.
Didn't I said I was abandoning my spear?
I fall on the ground as this bastard turn around again. My lower body get dragged on the cavernous floor and almost bump into the wall as I stay hanging in the air. just getting dragged like a puppet besde it because of my die hard grip, it just...doesn't move.
As the pig do a big right turn to shake me off, a big impact come to force him to do a big left turn as a shield slam on it's protective tusks, already painted red by the amount of blood flowing from it's wound.
The wound I made.
I suddenly get dragged to the left I try to put my feet on the ground and fail, instead, the side of my feet get dragged around. Ripping skin of my legs. I desperately try to reduce the momentum that makes my body look weightless.
Stopping, the beast slam it's hooves onto the left and push as a battle of static strength ensue between a beast and a grandpa with a shield, the grandpa lose.
But maintain ground just enough for me to be able to get the soles of my feet back on the ground.
And here am I back in relative balance. Bending backward, arching, just to hold on that spear, as my soles barely touch the ground, steadying me.
The grip on it is less tight now, I don't know why, but I let it go, feeling less...wild... I barely manage to ake a breath and sprint toward the door and the others.
I stumble on some blood but manage to keep my balance to keep going.
I don't know when they all retreated, everyone except balrow of course, But as I reach the door, some hands come to grab me, oh I recognize those from my wrestling spars.
Ignoring my bloody clothes they drag me inside. I stumble like a drunk sliding on the ground my shoes bloody and slippery, other hands, much smaller but more durable help me not to fucking fall, I raise my head.
And in front of the door, balrow run just after me in the big hole, he get intercepted by malfoy and push himself up. His shaky arms holding the shield high enough before he rush again to intercept the monster who's trying to rush right inside the hole into our home.
He get pushed back inside, sliding onto my own blood trail as the boar force his head inside the hole bloodshot eyes promising vengeance.
Jumping off I slam my hands on balrow back forcing him in balance, pushing him, he push himself too against the fucking boar, shield first.
Tremors run up to my arm as I keep balrow still in front of the door and scream "HOLD THE FUCKING DOOR!"
A dagger come to slam itself on the pig skull digging itself in as malfoy fucking punch the big bloody hole I made on it's snout.
Another arrow slam itself on it's revealed side, and both barlow and I slide just a slightly bit backward as the creature get stopped.
It push, unable to get more power from this position, it takes some steps back, it's body covering in nasty injuries, stumble like a drunk, and finally fucking die.