And we are back with chapter 5
H
Planet doom had become almost a second home to hear, she found comfort in the lack of regulations. In most areas of the OASIS there were at least some rules, for example if it was a PvP area the type of weapons allowed was one, to keep some semblance of order and fairness.
Planet Doom was unique in that it didn't have them, it was quite literally a free for all.
Unless your avatar got destroyed, then it cost you quite a lot.
A small price to pay for a bit of anarchy she reasoned.
With practised ease she decimated her opponents, sneaking a few glances at Nightcrawler when she could.
It turned out that he had grossly undersold his abilities, and what she saw now was a testament to that.
With almost inhuman gracefulness he danced the blades through any avatar foolish enough to try take him on. Dodging surrounding gunfire and practically skipping across the black rocky ground as he did so, all the while sporting a grin the seemed ready to split his face in two.
Being busy with watching her friend as well as keeping her own hide safe, she almost didn't notice the figure stalking towards Nightcrawler.
"Self proclaimed enemy heading your way Blue Boy!" She shouted over the din of the battle.
Nightcrawler turned just as Murd3r3r's axe came swinging down.
Kurt
His first reaction to the planet had been a number of quiet exclamations in German.
His second reaction, or rather realisation, was that he could fight and aim for the 'kill' without hurting anyone.
After that everything had melted into a blur.
The fast paced arena of a planet left no time for calculated thought or banter, instead he fell back on muscle memory and instinct.
Despite the years since combat he remembered every trick in the book, and the fact he was facing against essentially untrained civilians made the entire expedition strangely relaxing, in an adrenaline pumping way.
He could practically smell the gunpowder, taste it on his tongue as each avatar fell, even though in reality all he could smell was the dusty air of his apartment.
He heard H yell something at him, but he couldn't discern what was being said over the sound of the battle.
He turned just in time to see Murd3r3r's axe swinging towards him, the hulking figure behind it sporting a maniac grin.
He did what anyone in that situation would do.
Correction;
What anyone with his powers would do.
He teleported.
Idiot he thought in that split second he was traveling
You absolute idiot
H
She didn't know what had happened, she thought he'd been destroyed. But the coins he had collected thus far weren't anywhere, in fact he didn't even disintergrate.
It was as if his visor had just, lost connection.
Which should have been impossible.
Nightcrawler reappeared a mètre above Murd3r3r's head, in the same fashion that he had disappeared.
And buried the blade deep into his opponents neck.
Of course, it wasn't a gory death, Murd3r3r had simply dissolved into coins which were happily collected by Nightcrawler before he continued the fight.
However, what had happened unnerved her.
What she would have written off as a loss of connection, despite how unlikely and impossible that was, instead revealed itself to be something far different.
Nightcrawler had used the disappearing act during the fight, and with a practised ease.
She got his attention and gave him the signal that they should head back to central.
They fought their way back to the portal quickly, not that many tried stop either of them.
She had a reputation, and if she was leaving it meant one less heavyweight on the field.
Nightcrawler it seemed had already begun making his own reputation, and the only ones that attacked him seemed to be those who hadn't seen him fighting before.
Nightcrawler was practically skipping once they returned to central, the swords which he had hung at his hips rather than returning to his inventory making it almost comical.
Before she could get a word in he had already sent her the amount of coins she had purchased the sword for.
"Thanks" she said, forcing a grin, "but I'd much rather you tell me what the hell hap-" the demonic avatar shot her a look.
"I vill explain, but not here" his pupiless eyes seemed to dart around, sending a few pointed looks towards some passing Sixers, "not now"
The serious look on his face left as quickly as it had arrived.
"Zee you tomorrow ja?" He grinned, before dissolving into pixels.
As soon as she was sure he wasn't coming back, she called Parzival.
"Dude, we need to talk, pronto"
Kurt
Idiot idiot idiot
He berated himself,
You're lucky you didn't 'port yourself out the window
Sighing, he peeked out the window.
He still had a bit before he could go outside.
Not even bothering to prepare some food, he collapsed onto his bed.
He couldn't help the grin that creeped onto his face as he thought about the day.
Now if only the Planet was real
And there we go, not as long (I think) and not as much dialogue but hopefully ok
See y'all next time