The side of the doorframe really, really hurt.
Head ringing, Klein dragged Corvatz over the boss room threshold, into the clearer air of the sandy corridor outside. Whatever was in those webs ought to have been banned as a chemical weapon, and whatever developer proposed it shot.
Wait. Demon, Klein thought fuzzily. Not in the game. Can’t shoot programmer guys. Darn.
Clean air. The world hadn’t stopped spinning, but it’d slowed down a little. That would have to be enough. Teeth gritted to fangs, Klein grabbed the wall and dragged himself to his feet. Popped the cap on a vial, and chugged the minty acid of an antidote potion, just in case.
Got to get back in there.
One foot after the other, Klein staggered to where he could get a clear view inside the deathtrap. Normally he’d back those two Moonswords against anything SAO could throw at them. Asuna could strategize on the fly like no one’s business, and Kirito had a knack for reading the flow of a fight and scraping unfair advantages out of the system that was downright spooky. But this thing wasn’t in the system. The world glitched around it, static blotting out yards of room and monster at a time, and even Kirito’s crazy reflexes weren’t enough when one second the demon was there, and another it was-
Fangs drove into Kirito’s right arm, shaking the swordsman like a terrier with a baby rat.
Klein swore, leaving Corvatz to live or die, whatever he had the guts for. And ran. Because so far this demon would attack anyone in range, but when it focused on one victim it killed.
Fuurinkazan’s red armor followed him. Crazy fools, every last one. And he loved them for it.
“Mob it!” Klein snarled, katana slicing for a spidery leg-joint. “Hit it from behind. Dale, Harry – block the claws. Issin, go for him!”