"Yuluulth, stop leaning in so close, I can't even see my own champion work." Lviyr complained.

"Sorry Lviyr." I leaned back again. "It's just so strange... no matter what time it is, he's doing something insane... also, does he ever sleep?"

"Oh yes, he slept for eight hours not that long ago."

"Only eight? He doesn't look tired at all."

"Oh he's definitely tired, you can see by how he's stretching and working his muscles more than usual. His muscles are clearly fatigued."

"What the quizblech?! Is he using the Irontrouts' teeth... as nails?"

"Yeah, it turns out that they're shaped like a coil inside the gums, so he's bending them flat."

"Where did he get the hammer?"

"He used his axe to clobber off one of the hooves of the 'Metalcorn' as he seems to like to call it."

"Maybe we should intervene so things stop attacking him, that way he'll stop getting resources so fast." I joked.

"No, I want to see how far this 'human' can go."

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Andrew

I'm very sick of making axe heads, I'm on my third one... so far.

The metalcorn hoof was worth the second shattered head though, especially because that axe head had had a nasty crack down the middle, it was from back when I hit the Metalcorn's neck with it.

Anyway, this hoof was surprisingly... full... so to speak. I was expecting it to be, you know, hoof shaped on the bottom.

Not so apparently, as it's actually just a cylinder at the end... even if it's still really clumsy to use due to the palm-sided radius it has.

But that's fine, I'll make something better when I can, for now though, I'm making the world's weirdest nails.

"Wait, don't I also need a saw to make planks?"

As it turns out, yes that is the case... I'm a dumbass.

"Maybe I should just focus on making the sprocket sys- I need a saw for that too!"

I was wallowing in frustration and self pity when I suddenly had a thought and looked up at the horn which was mostly untouched, even if there were some clear nibbles on it.

"I'll do what I can do for now."

I stood with renewed vigor.

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After kicking the horn enough times to make Bruce Lee fear me give or take, it finally dislodged.

It didn't exactly have a tang or anything to work with, so a V-shaped handle secured with bush-rope will have to do.

"Viola, the proof of my victory is born!" I rubbed my beard. "What should I name it? Mister Stabby? No that's stupid... The Great Stabbinsky? I'll think about it."

I grasped my beard hairs. "In the meantime, let's test how sharp it is."

My hair offered almost no resistance, leaving me with a fistfull of beard hair.

If I had been stabbed by this, I definitely would have been killed almost instantly.

I tried not to freak out and figure out a sheath or something for it.

After an attempt to make the fish scales work which lead to me almost impaling myself, I found myself scratching the metalcorn's torso trying to think of what I can even do now.

I was staring at it when I realized, I can make a saw.

First, I outlined the shape of the saw on the flattest part of the body I could manage, minus the handle for which I added a couple spots for nails.

Then I scratched hard into the metal over and over, back and forth, until after a couple hours I had broken through.

...I was about one-tenth the way done...

This is going to suck.

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Yuluulth

After I was sure I didn't need to do anything to support my champion, I looked over at Lviyr's viewer.

"How long has he been doing that for?"

"He's going on ten hours on and off I think."

"Ten hours?! He's not even close to done."

"That expression he currently has seems be to be one of significant displeasure."

Andrew seemed to be sitting on the metalcorn, leaned all the way forward so that his head was touching the ground.

"I'd say you're likely correct there Lviyr." I said with a chuckle.

Lviyr looked over to my viewer. "So how's your champion doing so far Yuluulth?" He asked.

"He's gotten three kills so far, he's actually doing way better than I expected."

Vindicost stared across the table at me, wide-eyed. "Three already? One of them wasn't Seliel's was it?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Seliel asked suspiciously.

"How's your champion doing actually Seliel?" I asked, figuring I knew the answer.

"He seems like he's a bit under the weather for some reason actually." She replied. "I can't figure out why for the life of me."

I was surprised he was alive, maybe I was a little too hasty?

No, clearly my choice was the correct one, I thought, considering the slaughter my champion had wrought for a little longer.

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Andrew

That took way too long to do, I just stopped trying to keep track, but I managed to get the sawblade out.

Then I realized that the blade would have been way too thick, so I had to cut it in half, and then trim the other side.

But after all this time, I'm finally done!

I'm now the proud owner of a handmade saw with a wooden handle!

After all that work, I decided that I'd choose a less intensive task for the next one, which is to say the sprocket system... actually is it a sprocket or a pulley? It uses rope but it's meant to act as a gears- you know what, I've stopped caring.

So, the next step was sawing off some tree branches and adding a rut to the middle for the rope to sit in.

It was at this point I realized how bad my saw was.

It keeps binding over and over, and when I looked closely I realized that some of the teeth were longer or wider than others.

I seriously considered breaking down crying right then and there.

"It's alright, I just have to file down some of the teeth to make them more uniform, I can still fix this."

That's when I heard a massive bang, followed by a bunch of smaller cracking noises.

I stood up, trying to figure out what was going on.

The sound started to get closer.

Adrenaline started to pump in my veins.

"What is it now?"

A nearby tree exploded toward me, an object flying into the ground twenty feet from me.

I looked over and saw a mangled metalcorn, its head barely attached.

A figure stepped over the now-stump of the exploded tree.

It was huge! It looked like a massive crab-man-centaur thingy.

Suddenly two lines of text appeared in my vision.

[Manglow The Mauler]

Danger Level: Certain Death