There was complete silence in the train station as many creatures had scattered after the first attack. Well, not all had scattered. There were two legs with the whole upper body covered in a big cloud around someone tiptoeing like an individual trying to escape from the train station until it stopped and stood still. The tension and silence continued for a moment. I tried to see the green-hand hero's face again when black smoke suddenly appeared, gushing out under the hoodie. The smoke covered around the cloak, and it looked like electricity surrounded the evil guy, which had all the alarming bells that the situation was not good. The smoke widened with all vision lost seeing the hero steroid one point zero against an evil guy fighting with only Valdors fire aura visible in the black darkness. Black aura suddenly started to gush out from the Grawlers that had surrounded me with no visibility of the old guy, so I must get the fuck out of this mess and try to help him. For Fuck Sake, this is like some trooper LITRPG where suddenly someone gets more powers; it is not fucking fair toward us humans. The Grawlers were increasingly mounting more aura; I wasn’t mounting jack-shit.
The Grawler closed in on me, and I backed slowly upward the stairs, focusing on seeing where the first attack would come from.
We all froze. Suddenly, I tried moving my sword, but it was completely stuck...in the air.
What the hell is happening?
I noticed the Grawlers had the same problem. I looked up and saw a green hand outside of the black smoke with electricity surrounding the hand; this didnt sit well with me, and I was not going to take an RPG-LIT and think that I had 68 percent hearts left in the tank. I am not going to look for crocodile poop either to get more percentages because all that is bullshit. My sword suddenly started to rise by itself, and the weapons on the Grawlers also slowly rose in the air. I released my grip from the sword because the green bitch was doing something to the sword. However, one idiot, Grawler, was still holding ten meters above the ground without releasing it.
“Graaaaaaaaaah!” There was yelling from the black smoke, and it was not Blondie; he had a dark tone, sounding like he was lifting 50 kilos. It was the green bith who was yelling in the air, and all the swords in the air suddenly swung towards a window that broke and disappeared; well, at least one less Grawler to fight because some seem to not have all peas in the right place up there in their brain.
Am I unlucky because I am the human in this fight?
I had just managed to see the Grawlers with my sword now gone, and I had to fight bare knuckles against 20 of them; well, they didn’t have any swords either, but the odds weren’t on the human's side here.
“Thanks for making this a lot harder on me; I had just gone three years of sword training and got my diploma a month ago, green prick,” I tried explaining to the Grawlers without getting any reaction back.
It was silent for a moment with a staring contest with the Grawlers just a couple of meters away from me, having fierce looks on me and their friend on the ground I had just cut up a moment ago.
“Well…I mean! You guys don’t seem too happy about what has happened to one of your…teammates. I suppose you guys aren’t that interested in negotiating?” I asked with a smirk on my face.
The Grawlers turned around and looked at Cloakin. I am now naming him “Cloakin” because I couldn't see his face yet. It looked like they were waiting for a signal.
“KILL HIM!” Cloakin shouted in the air.
I suppose that was the signal they were waiting for. I quickly moved a few steps downward from the stairs while they moved slowly towards me. There are so many, but I can’t count how many, but this isn’t fair. They closed in on me, and I saw lights coming from afar. It was white electricity and yellow light that looked like a big brawl going on. I need to help out Valdor in the fight so he gets his back up.
A Grawler to the right swung his right arm as I quickly leaned my head backward to dodge the attack, and a kick from my right side came right after. Still, I grabbed and swung it towards my left side, and it hit the one that had just swung against my head. Both flew right into the wall and started bouncing down the stairs. What a brilliant idea, Berk, that using the stairs as an extra painful weapon when fighting against more than one opponent, using dirty tactics to succeed. Fuck yeah, this is not lame LITRPG. A shadow suddenly with white light flew above my head, and two Grawlers in the air landed a couple of steps above. Felt immense pain in the middle of my stomach, and because I had lost my concentration for a moment of the flying white crap above me that I overlooked the Grawlers who were in front of me. I received the kick that no human can kick at all, and maybe something cracked inside; even Valdor probably heard it.
A shadow of a foot came against my head. I lifted my arm in the last second, grabbed it, turned it to the side, lifted my left knee, hit the bastard on the back, and tried quickly to get up until I felt something hitting my back.
I leaned and pushed a Grawler in front of me, and it took the fall down the stairs while I tried to regain my balance. A few more hits came from all directions, and I pushed in my arms and protected my body and head, leaning so low I could to let all the hits hit my left and right side until it suddenly stopped. A hand came low under and managed to grab my shirt when I was thrown down the stairs, stumbling down with several parts on my upper body and my left knee getting hit by the sharp edges of the stairs. I realized the tactic wasn’t so good, fighting in the middle of the stairs, not thinking I might stumble down. I slowly got up from the ground, stretching my back, and It hurt badly with me trying to talk to the Grawlers:
“Look! I am sorry about the comment on LITRPG, but I won't make a joke about it again. I promise you that. All the bullshit training I had to go through on fighting on high ground, if possible; what kind of bullshit is that to fight on high ground when I can get hurt in the process? At least the Van Polan organization taught me a little about falling. I will never listen to the trainer again about having the upper hand fighting on higher ground.” I commented, a little pissed off about the training I had received from the organization.
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I tried to stretch out my arms, but it was too painful in my chest area. I opened up the buttons on my Blazer to check and noticed blood all over the down area of my upper body, and it looked like it was spreading upward. Was I maybe bleeding in the chest area also?
You can stand the pain, Berk, you can stand the pain…you can…njeh Fuck it, it hurts like hell, and I couldn’t keep my head up the stairs looking like a true hero at the Grawlers while I suddenly heard their god awful scream…or maybe laughter, but it sounded like a scream. I saw a shadow on the floor when my head was down. I started to run in the other direction towards Valldor while the laughter, screaming, or whatever changed to another voice in the head speakers on the train station.
“BECAUSE OF DIREPTENCIES IN THE TRAIN STATION PALADIN STATION, NO TRAINS WILL STOP AT ALL THE STATIONS FOR THE TIME BEING.” a female voice announced.
Did they shut all train stations down because of the fight?
I looked around quickly and couldn’t see any civilians at the station. Not even the legs surrounded by big clouds were here anymore. It seems like they managed to empty the station quite quickly. Only the Grawlers and Cloaking with his black smoke were here. I stopped a couple of meters from Valdor with Cloaking changing direction from the fight and started to walk towards me.
“KEEP YOUR DISTANCE BERK! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR HIM! JUST KEEP THE GRAWLERS OUT OF THE FIGHT!” Valdor screamed out in the air.
Am I so hopeless that I can't even help him out? I turned around quickly, with the pain from the knife wound getting worse. I took a few quick steps towards the masses of Grawlers approaching me. I jumped into the two first Grawlers in front with both my knees hitting them on each chest, leaning forward and rolling on the ground right into the middle. They stopped and kept their attention on me; a quick low kick bent my left leg down while, at that exact moment, I turned my arm up to block a right-crocked fist towards my face. A follow-up low-kick came, which I just pushed to the side with both my palms while quickly trying to get up in a standing position. Quickly, when I got up, I found a little space to get out of the circle they had boxed me in.
I ran to the pillar close to the train track to make it easier to dodge hits. I felt a hard hook hitting my left shin. As I entered the pillar, I punched another Grawler's face following my movement. I balanced on the platform's edge, still wiggling, trying not to fall on the track when another Grawler jumped toward me. I quickly dodged it, seeing it pass me and falling on the track. I managed to get my balance back when another punch came toward my face. I leaned backward, grabbing the arm so I didn't fall down the track, and we both looked at each other. At the same time, it tried to shake me loose as I quickly slid right between its legs and put my right knee up upward so it hit the ass and went down on the track. I tried to get up from the ground quickly, but a kick hit me on the chest, and I rolled backward in an attempt to lessen the impact of the hit. A lamp lit up on the track, and a superhero LITRPG idea popped into my head. There was a loud sound, and I supposed maybe a train would pass through, which I remember the speaker girl mentioned earlier about the trains not stopping. I need to get my explicit superhero idea into work and try to lure as many of them as possible to the edge of the track.
“Come on! Try to hit me, Pussitors,” I told them with the wrong wording, but I could see their rage getting worse.
One went in for a punch, which I could see clear as day. I dodged it, going low and around, grabbing it in a grabbling hook, used the strength in my legs, and threw it down on the track. A second kick came from my right side, letting it hit my ribs while I grabbed the leg with my armpit and my strength from both arms and threw it down on the track, hitting the other ones, trying to get up.
The sequence ended with several hits on my upper body because I bent down my head and tried protecting it in a closed position with my arms. Suddenly, it stopped for a second, and I reached out both arms quickly. I grabbed two of them, pulling them towards me with all my strength, so they fell down on the others who tried to get up from the track. I looked toward the beginning of the track and saw the train coming at high speed. I managed to block two hits coming at me and simultaneously kept my focus on making sure the ones on the track didn't manage to get up. I quickly looked at the track while still trying to have all my focus on the ones on the platform.
A squealing sound echoed; maybe they were crying for help because of the train. A couple of Grawlers closed close to the edge, and the train passed while I moved toward the edge. I kicked one of them, so it hit its head on the moving train, and the head cracked open with half of it gone and won't come back LITRPG style version two point zero. Of course, I got hit in the back, and I hit by mistake towards the other Grawler, pushing it towards the moving train, and green blood was showering the platform with the left arm gone with the train.
Something hit me hard, so I flew right into the pillar, feeling the pain in my ribcage area, affecting my breathing. It made me wonder if I would survive this because when I looked at my shirt, blood was covering the whole shirt now. There were still a couple left, and I needed to try and keep focus because of the blood loss, which would probably kill me, but I would happily die if I could take them all out. It looked like at least 10, but more like 15 of them were still on the platform. I was tired from the fight and the injury that was getting worse, and I had a hard time getting up from the ground; when I tried to take a deep breath, a cracking sound came from the right side of my chest. The Grawlers knew that I didn't have much time left.
“DON'T GIVE UP BERK! I AM GLAD AND SURPRISED THAT YOU ARE STILL ALIVE. HOW MANY OF THEM IS LEFT?” Valdor yelled out in the air.
I looked around, trying to see Valdor with blood covered on half his face. It seemed he was also struggling, but he was still going strong, like a Hero. His movements looked like they were still moving fast, and I had difficulty following their movements in the fight.
“It is a couple of them left, and three of them are drooling. I think they want to eat me because I killed off a bunch of them.” I responded to his question.
I tried to coordinate myself with only one thing I could think of, not LITRPG Hero Story. The only chance to die and try to kill off the rest is going old-school fighting style. Get hit once, give back two hits, and keep repeating it until all of them are dead. It's not the best tactic, but because over ten of them are still left, I see it as the only tactic that may work. I slowly stretched out my arms, and the chest area kept cracking with the pain, making me yell out in the air with my arms relaxing down on my body. I towards them with a deadly stare and still fire inside me to keep going, and I told them:
“Come at me with everything you got!”