There’d been screaming. A lot of screaming.
Which would have worried him a lot more, Klein knew, if he hadn’t been in a few horribly tight spots with Kirito. The guy liked stealth. Heck, if they were outnumbered the way they’d been in the psiwasp nest, he was all in favor of sneaking up on a bunch of mobs and opening with a flurry of throwing pikes; or even cutting throats from behind, one by cautious one. Kirito wasn’t here to play fair. He was in this game to live.
But when the chips were down and it was do or die? Yeah. Kirito had a berserker streak.
Thank god he’s not a lycan. Kirito as a werewolf would be a bad, bad mess.
But the screaming had stopped. Meaning the fight was over. One way or another.
Alive, the quiet warmth of his fang told him, as Schmidt swore and yielded the duel. Kirito’s alive.
Alive, but not in one piece, if that dull throb in Klein’s jaw was any clue. Ow. “C’mon,” Klein got out, still feeling as though he ought to be breathing hard, whatever his avatar was doing. “Let’s go get him….”
Black on black, a lone figure trudged out of snowy woods.
He looks like hell.
Not so much physically; though his fur-trimmed coat looked like it’d been tossed to a litter of bakeneko kits with a grudge against leather. But that blank stare, the way Kirito was just wandering their general direction, as if he barely noticed there were people at all….
Whatever it was, it was bad.
Face empty, Kirito tossed him a blue crystal pendant.
<<Stone of Returning Soul. Unique. Revives player if used within 10 seconds of HP bar exhaustion.>>
A/N: Think about it. Beniryuu is unwilling to risk divine interference. You think he’s going to play around with souls Amaterasu and others are very, very cranky about, given they were killed before their time by something out of this world?