Cassandra sprinted towards John. She dodged the attacks of at least ten trolls as she ran.
"WE NEED TO GET———"
She was silenced by the intense shaking of the ground. The dragon was moving.
John nodded at Cassandra. He turned around and started to slowly walk away from the battlefield.
Cassandra looked back at John and saw him moving at his usual snails pace.
"HURRY UP!" Cassandra screamed.
"I'M MOVING AT FOOL THROTTLE ALREADY!" John bellowed back
Cassandra could only frown.
She ran back to John. She started to cut down the Trolls ahead of John.
"EAT AS MANY AS YOU CAN!" Cassandra yelled
She was hoping that if John got stronger he would be able to move faster.
John couldn't refuse the offer.
"THANK YOU!"
Charles stayed fastened around Johns back for a few minutes.
Until he wasn't.
John heard Charles whisper. Of course it wasn't really a whisper. But when everythings a scream words are whispers.
"I'm done with this."
Charles slid of John's back.
And the next thing John saw was Charles sprinting into the distance. John simply watched as Charles ran.
So he would abandon me if it increase his chances of survival. Huh. The more you know.
John barely felt a thing at Charles's betrayal. After all. He just did the smart thing.
Cassandra stuck with John. She continued to help him even though it meant that her chances of getting away to safety were lower.
John couldn't help but feel thankful to Cassandra for that.
John continued the process of walking and eating. Behind John there was the echoing sound of exposions and Moutain shaking footsteps. It kept John's mind busy. Death was approaching. Even if he couldn't tell how fast it was moving. It's constant stomp in John's direction was assuredily there.
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John looked ahead of himself after gulping down his third Troll of the day.
Standing there right infront of Cassandra was a man with a dealthy pale face and sweaty white hair. It was Nathanial.
Nathanial and Cassandra were exchanging words in hushed tones.
Nathanial turned to look at John.
"HEY! I'LL HELP YOU GET OUT OF HERE!" Nathanial yelled
John's lips curled into the frown. He was in the middle of a war zone. No one would notice if anyone went missing. But there wasn't time to fight. There wasn't the time to aruge. John was slow. So any momment he spent still would be the moment that could make him dead.
Cassandra turned her head back to John. There was a questioning glint in her eyes.
John smiled.
"THANK YOU!" He yelled.
I'm strong. In fact I'm so strong that I'm almost unbreakable. Bullets don't kill me. Knives and swords break on me. There's no way he could do anything John thought to himself.
What did Nathanial's help really mean.
It was quite simple. Now as he walked out of the war zone there were two people carting him Trolls. All under the premise that the Trolls would make him faster. They didn't know that it wasn't true. And John didn't intend to tell them.
John continued to walk forwards.
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John couldn't help but let a Happy grin grace his face. Although death was aprroaching it didn't seem to be moving all that fast. And right now John was making a killling. All and all it was a preety good situation to be in.
But then the Gash in the sky began to quiver.
John had been perdiodically glacning up as the Gash as he walked down Meal road. He wanted to be ready if anything evil came down from the Gash to attack John. But John had hoped from the center of his soul that Nothing would happen. He wanted things to go well. Like anyone would.
A series of large globs of gel started to fall from the sky. They splashed into the ground and then formed together. Coming from those globs were Trolls. The Trolls had a towering stature. They were taller that John by a wide margin.
They had muscular frames and faces that looked starved from how gaunt they were.
John had fought a creature like this before. It was a being that had learned the english language Just to assert its domanaice. It was a terrifyingly strong being. It had been strong enough to nearly kill John.
"UGHA SEENCHA! CHAKAHN! SED!" The Trolls chanted.
John grit his teeth.
SHIT ^ SHIT * SHIT * SHIT * SHIT * SHIT* SHIT* SHIT * SHIT
A situation so horrible that its shittyness could only be expressed through scientific notation.
John looked back from the Trolls. Stand a few feet behind John was Cassandra. Her eyes were trembling and her back was slightly hunched like she was trying to make herself look smaller.
It's my fault she's here right now. It's my fault that she's in danger like this right now. I need to make amends.
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! BRUNB!" John bellowed.
Cassandra didn't even take a moment to hesitate at the request. She started to bolt away from John. All the while she was ducking and doding through a horde of Trolls.
John turned back to look at Giant Trolls infront of him.
I need to buy time for Cassandra. I need to use every bit of the strength she gave me to help her.
John turned his gaze to look back at the Trolls. Slowly and surely he began to walk towards them.
"I'LL HELP YOU " Nathanial bellowed. John grit his teeth.
The man who wanted to kill him. The man who John could sense was seeking John's end like a blood hound seeks it's prey. That man wanted to help John.
John looked at the hords of Giant Trolls before him. Just one of these had nearly killed him. Now there were hundreads. If not thousands.
Realstically. What are the chances of me making it out of this anyways?
John wouldn't refuse Nathanials help. Infact he would accepted it with open arms.
In the momments that John was contemplating Nathanial went from standing a many feet away From John to standing Right behind him. Nathanial put his arm on John's shoulder.
"Let's try and make it out of this alive." Nathanial said
"I'm sure one of us will live." John responded.
John didn't notice it. But something flickered Through Nathanials eyes.
"Yes…. One of us."
I'll kill you Nathanial