I was probably in the worst situation I could ever get myself into. I walked straight into their trap while thinking that I was helping this guy out, by giving him a little more protection as he traveled back to town. In a twisted way, helping him was precisely what I did. Like the pig that wanders into a slaughterhouse, I seem to have delivered myself to them on a silver platter.
"Why team up with them? Your cursor is green!" I said indignantly. He smiled evilly, enjoying the control he had over me in this situation. "Someone has to. How else would we get supplies? If we were all orange, it would be nearly impossible to go into town. Also someone has to be the bait, to lure people in. So I stay green, play nice in town, offer my help, and no one's the wiser." he boasted.
"But if you attack me now, your cursor will change." I warned. He laughed condescendingly. "Oh, I'm not the one that's going to attack you. I'm just here to prevent you from leaving. It's a safe bet that you won't try to attack me either. If you hit me, your cursor will turn orange and then I'll have all the liberty to kill you without even affecting my status. Now, wouldn't that be fun." he jeered.
The four orange players were individually no match for me, but together it was another matter altogether, they would overpower me. I had to try to talk my way out of this, or maybe buy my way out. "How about I offer you something in exchange for not killing me? Money, maybe a weapon, crystals; there must be something of value you would like to have? Maybe I have something you're interested in." I proposed.
"You're kidding me, right? Anything you have, we'll just take from you once you're dead. We like to keep a low profile, we don't particularly want anyone to know we're out here. I wouldn't want anyone to be able to identify us, which would prevent us from going about our business. I can't let that happen, so I'll have to kill you anyways. Regardless, I don't think you have anything of value that could possibly make us change our minds." he said. "I could spare your lives. If you fight me, some of you will die, are you willing to pay that price?" I threatened.
"There's no way you're strong enough. No one hangs around here long. If you were as tough as you presume, you'd be on higher floors." he said. "Maybe I'm just visiting, you know, looking for an old friend, and you're interrupting my search." I teased, even though this was entirely true. "Yeah, right! Coming to see grandma are we? There's no way I'm going to believe a word of it!" he shouted.
That was it, he was growing too impatient, the only thing I could do now was to appeal to his survival instincts. "We're supposed to fight together not against each other. It's the only way to beat the game. Don't you want to get out?" I argued. "There's no way to beat this game, it's hopeless. We're basically all dead. The only difference between you and me is that you're just going to be dead sooner. Take him!" he shouted.
Two orange players rushed in to attack me as I pulled out my battle axe, just barely managing to block their blows. The other two didn't hesitate and came in right after, with their sword skills activated and me as their target. I felt the pain of the hit as one of the blades penetrated my shoulder taking some of my health. Luckily the other blow only glanced off my armor.
I swung my axe down hard on the player directly in front of me. He lifted his sword to block the blow, but my strength being higher than his, the blade still managed to do some crushing damage. I moved my axe to a defensive stance just in time to block another orange player's sword skill. The other two now flanked me, in perfect position for their attacks and I couldn't block them. They slashed their swords at me cutting large gashes on my back and my legs. This time I lost a lot of health.
I started panicking, my concentration making way to instinctive fear. My mind focused solely on my plight. "I'm not going to last. They're going to kill me. And I won't get to see Karla again." I thought. As the reality of that outcome seemed imminent, the pain of it grew to be too much to bear. As if to ask for forgiveness I screamed out her name: "Karla!". The orange players took advantage of this moment of panic and managed to take another large chunk of my health.
I couldn't beat them, they would eventually kill me and there was nothing I could do about it. My feeling of panic quickly changed to a feeling of rage. "Someone's going to pay. The one who tricked me is the one who stands to lose the most. I'm going to kill him." I fumed. I attacked with a spinning blow. All four orange players were caught in it. Some fell back, stunned by the blow, while others jumped back to avoid it, leaving a large space around me. If I was going to act, this was the opportunity for me to move.
I dashed to the green player, who I caught off guard, as he was not expecting me to move against him, and rammed my body into his. He fell down on his back, stunned by the blow. When he tried to get up, I slammed my foot on his chest and pinned him to the ground. He really hadn't expected to take part in the battle and put his life at risk. He stared at me wide eyed, with both surprise and terror. "If I'm to die here I'm taking you with me." I cried out in rage as I lifted my battle axe, preparing to strike.
Then suddenly I held back. I heard a voice that stopped me and prevented the axe from coming down. Was it my conscience, a voice inside my head? I looked at the player pinned under my foot who's life I could dispose of in a second. The rage still present I raised the axe again. "Wolf don't!" A voice came to me crystal clear. This time the command was precise and I could not oppose it. Too long had I trusted that voice, and it had the ability to overpower me. Not letting my guard down I turned to see a girl place herself between me and the orange players. In a barely audible sigh of relief I whispered:
"Karla!"
