Jack loosened his shoulders, muscle by muscle, from the tight knots they’d made when he cringed. Two kids had just hit the limit of their ability to deal with sheer human nastiness. Continue reading
Asuna touched Kirigaya’s cheek as the glowing wounds vanished; looking into his eyes, then at his life bar. Nodded once. “Wait here. I’ll take care of this.”
Then she turned on Kuradeel. Who was still picking himself off the ground, babbling something about a training accident. Continue reading
Kirito held the madman’s gaze, left hand barely twitching. “Why did you join the Knights? A criminal guild would have suited you better.”
“Kuradeel can’t see that hand,” Jack muttered. “Kid’s going to try something.” Continue reading
Sound and light and solidity came back, in a thump of bodies on a hard wood floor.
Crouched on a familiar stain Doku’d never quite managed to get out of the cabin planks, Kougaiji took a moment to just breathe. Continue reading
Another door banged open, and they were in an echoing hall; from the mass-produced chairs and wooden podium, probably somewhere meant for upper management to lecture the techs who kept things running.
…If those waving tentacles were the techs, she needed to send management a strongly worded memo. Delivered by flamethrower. Continue reading
“I still haven’t found anything in Kayaba’s files that mentions anyone’s legal name,” Janet nodded. “I wonder if that’s how he could do this. Who they were before the game didn’t matter to him; all he cared about was who he could make them become….” Continue reading