"WE DON'T CARE IF THAT HARLOT IS YOUR OWNER; THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU THE LEADER! I'M STRONGER, MANLY, WISER, AND STRONGER", the orc kept yelling. Roberion is starting to think that is the normal way of speaking of the orc. A true brute.
"The green guy makes a valid argument, and it's not about his smarts: why would we follow you? While I acknowledge that the shelter concept is commendable, why should we entrust our lives to you?" Before Icaro could say anything more, the lightning lance woman addressed the assembled group, saying, "In the end, the more people who die in the confrontation against those two from the Blight Squad, the better."
"We must take time in this moment of peace to exercise our inner reflection; what is life more than a transitory existence? We should focus on changing our ways. Learning the good and unlearning the bad, we are all but friends in a dangerous situation. I would be fulfilled if we could stop fighting between ourselves and start eliminating the Blight Squad, as Karma wishes", the monk said with an air of mysticism.
For Roberion's surprise, a grinding and annoying sound could be heard, like if two glasses were frictioning against each other. Soon, a voice from a device started translating what the crystal being said: "I don't believe in your deity. But I agree: the faster we kill these zealots, the better. Next, I will kill the orc; his skin is so ugly I would vomit if I were capable of such, and his yelling is maddening; my emerald is so much more beautiful than his sickly green skin."
"It's not a deity, but the rule of the universe. Karma is one of the binding lines", said the monk peacefully.
"YOU CUNTS ARE JUST IGNORE M—", again the orc was interrupted.
"Karma, line, fake. True, lines, known", a vibrato could be heard exiting the orange man-beetle mouth; a translating device on his back helped to translate to all present in the language of the emperor of creation, Imperial, as most of the devices Roberion found.
"Let's not delve into this religious talk; we don't have all day, and remember, we are here like actors to entertain the baroness; we know what will happen if we don't do so", the robed blond waved at the street leading to the park; he didn't look, but that only made his point clearer. The two participants began to be attacked by the undead as they attempted to flee rather than enter the area. "I will be the leader, because the baroness, who obviously saw my tactical acumen, let me order when and how to use The Gentlemen. And we will keep the plan, MY PLAN". Icaro looked at the newcomers, including Roberion, "I see that this is not the most welcome of the ways to familiarize ourselves; nevertheless, I need to know if you are useful; do any of you have knowledge of the earth element and spells?"
Two hesitated but told all present that they indeed had the knowledge; if they had powerful earth spells, they didn't specify.
"I hope you aren't lying. Xenn…Farmungus being, oh gods, your name is so hard to pronounce. Lift the passage so they can help the others. Are we near the target?"
Before the beetleman answered, the floor nearer to be barricade started to open up, and the other participants seemed to already know of its existence as they moved away from it. For Roberion and the newcomers, it was a surprise; if someone focused on it, they could see small insects moving in the earth, an astounding quantity of them. Roberion was suspicious if what he was standing on was more insects than earth.
"Near, soon, target', the beetleman answered curtly.
"GO TO HELL, LET'S JUST FUCKING DO THIS, SO I CAN KILL YOU WEAKLINGS FAST", the orcs didn't seem that angry, Roberion thought, but his way of speaking just seemed to be by his uncontrollable yelling.
The crystal being looked at the two newcomers that could use earth spells and said, "You two go in the hole and meet the other participants that are helping with the tunnel", he looked at the other two and Roberion and said, "You three, what can you d—", before he could keep his questioning, he was interrupted by the brute.
The orc pointed to Roberion and said, "THIS VAT SHIT HAS A CANNON THAT KILLED TWO OF MY TEAM AND ALMOST MYSELF; DON'T EVEN LET ME START ABOUT HOW HE ALMOST KILLED ME. MY MIDDLE VIII-TIER SWORD BECOME STORY, NOW I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING GOOD TO USE, JUST TWO JUNKS I GOT FROM ANOTHER DEAD VATS."
After the orc said his piece, Icaro looked at Roberion with greedy eyes and said, "I suspect this orc has brain damage, but tell me more about this weapon."
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Fuck this orc asshole; fuck this pompous prick too; they don't know much about me. Let's try something. "What the orc said is true; this weapon, the Cerulean Baroness, bound it to my DNA. Only I can use the weapon, but the problem is that if I use too much, it can blow up, killing me. Believe me, plasma is no joke."
While Roberion kept talking about his [Hellish Plasma Cannon] the two that could use earth's magic entered the tunnel. They were afraid of the tunnel, but more afraid of the other stronger participants.
The blond stared at Roberion; the null had the impression that he was trying to detect if what he said was a lie. I didn't lie much, but this really isn't the best place to try to confront them. Honestly, I will even accept to team up with that annoying crystal guy; the sound he makes when talking is annoying—anything but that orc, fucking asshole. I will take so much pleasure when his cold body lies on the floor. But I need to be careful of this blond guy; he treats us like hunting dogs. In summary, I have to be careful of anyone here.
Icaro stopped staring at Roberion and said, "Alright, you will be here; we can use you on our plan; what about you two?"
"I can become somewhat invisible" said a small guy. He had pale skin and black hair, and Roberion was sure that he could kill this frail man easily.
"I can cast fireballs", said a woman with black hair and white skin, she looked similar to the small guy from before. Roberion wasn't sure if they were family though; his sense of appearance was a little messed up because he was a null; all nulls almost looked like a carbon copy of each other; the strangest one he saw was the muscled null, but that difference was more about his muscles; his face and body height were the same.
"Alright, you with the invisibility, go to the tunel; you with the fireball, stay here", Icaro looked at all present, seemingly thinking. After a few seconds of silence, he talked again, "If that plasma weapon is true—"
"IT'S TRUE, STUPID HUMAN—", the orc tried to interrupt again but was cut off by the blonde.
"SHUT UP STUPID CREATURE! Ahem, as I was saying, "if" this weapon is true, I think we have enough to try the plan. We only need another heavy hitter. We don't have much time left anyway; the Cerulean Baroness wants things finished fast. We could wait another hour, but that requires mana to keep the defenses up, and potions on this planet are hard to come by. We used almost half of our stock, although I think the Bligh warriors have already used more than half of their mana cilinders as well. We need to finish this."
The dark skinned lightning mage complemented, "True, we don't know how many undead the blue hologram has left. How will we divide the teams?"
Again, the odious sound could be heard of the crystal being voice, the device doing his best to translate it: "I won't join the orc; I already trying control myself to not kill him; I can't suppress much longer. Orcs are abominable; just look at the color of his skin."
"That's borderline racist, but I bet most people would want to kill him for a reason or another", the lightning lance woman said, looking sorry at the orc, "Pardon me, but that is true; we only want to finish this as fast as possible; aside from what you said about the null's plasma gun, you just keep getting in the way and being a nuisance"
"YOUR HUMANS ARE ALL STUPID. LET'S JUST FIGHT THE TIN CAN WARRIORS; SOON AFTER, I WILL BATH IN YOUR BLOOD", the orc said, angered.
"It is good to know we are on the same page. All right, mongrels, we divide into teams. Monk, you said you had a good short distance spell you could use against them; I'm praying that is true. You will be the leader of the team fighting the Blight Warrior with the missile launcher", he said, moving his head and looking now at the dark haired woman "You! Why don't any of you want to tell me your names? It's not like it matters here. You lightning mage, focus on the same enemy as the monk, use long distance attacks, but remember, when the fight starts, no one you focus on defense; we need to kill them as fast as possible."
"You, Gemsteele, will fight with the orc against the Blight warrior with the machine gun. It's with sadness that I have to say that, truly. But you two are the best to suppress them alone. I will give support for both of the melee teams, and The Gentlemen can only help fight one of the warriors", he pointed at Roberion, "You will attack it in the distance too, but if your cannon aren't as powerful as you two said, it's better to find a way to make yourself useful."
Icaro stopped looking at Roberion, gazing at all present, "This is not only for him but for all of us, including myself. When I call The Gentlemen, the Ceruelean Baroness, you swarm this place with undead to help us kill the Blight warriors, but any signal you give of retreating will be answered with the undead swarming on you instead. Oh, I was almost forgetting you, Farmungus. Sorry, but I will keep calling you by your species. Anyway, you will protect the null with the plasma gun and use your insects to attack the warriors from a distance. I also should have asked for the null name. It doesn't matter. Alright, everyone takes position. It's time to finish this hunt."
The Farmungus looked at Roberion with a stoic expression. Roberion thought the beetleman always looked serious. Looking at him, he said monotonely, "Xennowuamatikahlbirod, honor bound, protect, you."
Roberion didn't understand the first word, but it seemed to mean his name. "I thank you…ah…I will call you Xenn, alright? Let's do our best."
The only answer he got was Xenn giving himself two might slaps on his exoskeleton chest and a vibrating shrill. The translating device was silent; the meaning of shrill, if it had a meaning, would be a mystery to Roberion. What wasn't mysteryous is that finally the hunt will begin. Whether they are the hunter or the hunted, it all depends on this group.