Well, Dynamm thought, trying to ignore the literal squirming in his gut, the good news is, I found the Lignum Wood.
It was all around him, part of the paper-pulp hemming him in upside-down with the blood rushing to his head. The cinnamon-and-peppermint scent Harry One had described crept through the acid and fear, made him think he just might get out if he tried-
:Sleep sleep chew chew tasty stay….:
The world grayed out.
Psionic parasites. Can’t fight them.
Except Kirito swore you could. If you focused. If you honed your mind to a pure blade of will, sharp as a diamond edge.
And there was one thing he could hang onto. One thing he wanted more than anything right now, even escape.
Going to kill Kayaba, I swear-!
Static crackled, prickling his fingers like the near-miss of a magic missile. Air rushed past his face from above, and someone’s hand clamped onto his ankle. “Dynamm!”
Rough. More a growl than a name. But he knew that voice. “K-Klein?” Dynamm coughed; an awful, wet sound, and he didn’t want to think about that-
A horrid grating sound echoed from above, and Dynamm’s eyes widened in the darkness. Once you heard flesh being turned to stone, you never forgot it.
Something slammed into the paper comb above him, an insectoid claw punching through to scrape stone edges down his ribs.
“Gah!” Klein flinched, yanking up on Dynamm’s ankles as the petrified psiwasp kept going, weight tearing it through the cell lid below. “Watch where you throw those things!”
Kirito’s answer was a wordless yell, cloth and leather snapping with the kind of speed only a Skill ought to grant. But there weren’t any flashes of light, and there wasn’t any pause for a cooldown. Kirito just kept moving.
He solos the front lines, Dynamm thought, gasping for air as Klein finally got him over the rim. How high a level is he?