Brick looked at the knight standing before him with dead eyes.

To be fair, he had been on the receiving end of a massive hangover. Plus, when one got down to what the guy actually did in front of him. He just broke a plain wooden door. Or at least what he thought was a plain wooden door.

He had encountered his fair share of deadly weapons in the form of harmless objects at the Drop sites. Though they usually looked way too childish. Like robot warriors level of childless.

The door didn't have to be an extradimensional weapon. But it had to an extradimensional something!

It wasn't, it was just a plain old regular door on an inn that just so happened to hold the majority of Takers and was coincidentally near some of the major Drop sites.

That was a coincidence Brick wouldn't take but one he could live with for the most part.

Grum on the other hand couldn't.

"What in the flying fuck happened here! Who in all the twenty-nine and first-quarter hell do this. Was it you, you piece of shit sandal-wearer!"

What? You thought a half-orc would speak in an accent, that's a racist stereotype. Sure some of them do, but the vast majority have the same types of accents as their birthplace.

Grum's appearance was also something that threw the stereotypes out the window. Grum's body was anything but orcish, she had light grey skin along with cold amber eyes. Her hair was short and green. Her fingertips each held a single enchanted ring that gave her some sort of buff or ability.

Grum wore the classic getup of an inn owner. That of a white tunic with brown pants. Grum also wore a dark brown apron as well.

The apron only kind of matched the stereotype. It held around several dozen different weapons and held all of them in spatial storage. Grum had found it on her first dive into the Drop sites.

Her reasoning for using it was also very obvious. "You wanna make your enemies think you're weaker than you actually are so that when they attack. You can easily murder them," what enemies Grum was referring to or if Grum was referring to enemies at all would forever remain a mystery.

Okay to be fair she did come back the afternoon covered in blood but there was a chicken farm right next to them, so some people thought Grum had decided to help.

"I can break down doors whenever I wish you garbage spewing heretic! I serve the one true God above all others, Lord Flappy!" (Praise be his name) (This was new, apparently, he can say this now without getting purged-Basy)

"I don't care if you were the person who murdered the king himself!" Grum replied, "If you don't pay for that door right now, I'll make sure to never let the guards find your entire body."

The man retorted something very racist in return. "What will you do? Eat my decaying corpse up for a light snack?"

In case you didn't know, there was this one Orc cult half a century ago that was a real nuisance in everyone's business, even other Orcs. So everyone came together and purged the shit out of them. When they had finally killed the last of the cultists they found the bones of hundreds of people. With the half-eaten rotting carcasses of hundreds more.

That had kicked off the unsavory rumor that all Orcs ate corpses. From rats all the way to other people. Add some political troubles as one person tried to advance against his orcish opponent. Kill a few Orcs, add some nausea.

And through some incredibly unlikely circumstances. A new racial slur was added against the Orc's repertoire. Though they weren't as hated as the Fub-blogs, the fusion of the elves and Fir-borgs.

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Who was known for having planned and supplied half the terrorist attacks in the area, but most people just hated them due to their personalities.

So yeah. Grum then decided to throw an ax right at the man's face.

The man conjured forth a blade made purely from flame and blocked the attack with seldom ease.

The weapon hitting the wall instead. Grum didn't give the crusader time to retaliate before she bounded up and hurled two fireballs straight at the man.

He dodged the arcane blast and retaliated with a spear made of solid flame. The spear shot forward and struck Glum right in her stomach, sending the Half-orc flying into a wall.

The man charged forward, releasing the skill War-Cry as he did so.

Cost: Twenty SP, Range: Medium, Stat: Char War-Cry: When you want to start a conflict with the least amount of wait time possible! Agitate your enemies into throwing all they have at you uncontrollably! Giving them a percent chance to miss based on your Dex time's you Char divided by ten.

Grum shouted with uncontrollable rage. A massive barrage of axes and spears were hurled back at the man. The weapons striking random tables and chairs but never once hitting the man.

The man charged forth, drawing a blade made of pure flame straight out of his palm. The sword conjured forth having been engraved with the symbol of Flappy.

As he charged forth, ready to turn Grum from one to two. Two things happened.

Brick fired off a blast of Eldritch Force, and Grum swung an ax right into the man's sides. While orcs were notorious for becoming enraged, they were very hard to rage. Ironically.

Grum had waited for the opportunity to find the perfect chance to strike, and she took it the moment the man had gotten into axing range.

Her weapon flew from her hand, smashing straight into the robes that covered the man's bare chest. Grum's ax sliced into the man, blood welling out from his wound. But just as quickly, the wound vanished. The man stumbled back with a grunt. Grum frowned, her opponent had lots of Vitality.

Which made him hard to kill using normal weapons, for people with high Vit, magic was needed. And magic was what she got when a blast of pure eldritch energy struck the man in the back.

Sending him flying into several tables. All of them jumbling about as he smashed into the wall. Which happened to be right next to the door he had broken. Which had caused this whole debacle in the first place.

Grum quickly ran towards the now downed man, holding her ax out. Ready to finish the fight, she couldn't kill him. But she could make sure that when he woke up. He would be in screaming pain.

Just as Grum was several feet away from putting the man into unspeakable pain. Two things happened, the first being a little green spirit flying out of his chest and yelling.

"Please don't kill me!"

And second that of a status screen.

Cost: 20 MP, Range: Long-short Eldritch Force: The inbred cousin of the eldritch blast, this blast of pure malevolent energy has none of the upsides of her successful cousin and a lot of down. One, it has the shortest range of the eldritch family, and two. It had nowhere near the versatility of the original spell. The only thing it seem's to be good at is hitting hard and fast. Which any six-year-old with a baseball bat could do.

Grum yelled in surprise as she tripped on her own two feet at the two sudden appearances at once. Falling flat on her back in response to a green spirit yelling and the system being a dick.

I heard that you know?

Grum told the system to fuck off.

You have been knocked out for two hours. Due to how far you pushed yourself in this battle, you will have muscle pain for the three days after you wake up!

Brick noted Grum's scream of pain and frustration along with several curse words.

Before the half-orc woman laid on the ground completely silent, her chest lifting up and down slowly to show that she was still alive.

Brick looked at the green spirit that had leaped out of the accursed Sandal-man.

The spirit looked at him and everyone else around the inn.

"Drink's on this guy?" It asked as it pointed its finger towards the Sandal-man.

The inn let out a cheer.