A/N: Okay, minor authorial rant here. Why does everyone keep thinking Kayaba meant to make supersoldiers?
Seriously, the Goa’uld already have those. They’re called Jaffa.
This is Kayaba. Think bigger.
“What are you going to do, little prey?” Rosalia’s smile was just as pretty and awful as Silica remembered. “No weapons. No healing items. No… pretty little pet.”
She wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of Rosalia. She wasn’t. “You’re not armed either, Rosalia!”
“Oh? You think a little bouncing and tumbling can save you here?” Perfect lips. Perfect white teeth, bright against a flow of crimson hair. “Let me tell you something about reality, little one. A woman against a girl isn’t a fight. It isn’t even an annoyance.”
Rosalia’s hand swept out. Silica could see it coming, she knew she had to dodge. But – you didn’t hit another green player, you just didn’t-!
Hope broke the lock on her muscles, let her duck and spin under Rosalia’s slap. The redhead flinched, twisting so she could see both Silica and the doorway.
Black hair, even if it was too long. Black clothes, though there was no flowing coat. And no sword.
But the look in his eyes was the same as that day at the bridge. Angry. Annoyed. And deadly determined.
The Black Swordsman.
Silica took a breath, and smiled. “It’s going to be all right now, Blond-isha,” she said to the startled doctor. “Kirito-san’s here.”
“Miss, I wish I knew what the heck you were saying. Right now, it looks like people are gonna get hurt. Besides me.” He winced, cradling his arm to keep it from jarring, obviously trying to figure out who was going to move next.
Which was silly. Couldn’t he see what was going to happen? “I said,” Silica matched her words to his with an effort, “It’s all right. Kirito-san can take them.”
“You speak English?” He gaped at her, then shook his head. “No, no, we don’t want anybody taking anybody! You gotta calm down, relax, everybody just… oh boy.”
English? That didn’t make sense. She’d started learning English in school before the game, sure. But she didn’t speak it…. Now what was Rosalia going to try?
Rosalia shifted her stance, flipping back hair with an air of disdain. “Your little fan thinks you can pull off a miracle. Get a clue, Kirito-kun. This is the real world. You’re not level 78 anymore.”