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This one's from Louie's point of view once again since the last chapter was quite short. Remember that we do not claim the rights to any of the items depicted here! Happy Reading!

It's been about a year since the incident with Patrick and his girlfriend hasn't forgive me. The other guild members have tried to reason with her, saying it wasn't my fault but he was under my command during his death. He was my responsibility. I should've let someone go with him.

The guild has grown as we've found new members, we are up to around 250 members now. I've decided to host a safety meeting today, and I predict it shall be very dull. I walk out of my office in the guild building, which proudly bore the name Messer Blutigen, German for Bloody Blades. I go to the podium in the mess hall and call for roll. Everyone takes a seat, and look at the guild list to check if everyone was there. Charimane was outside on the sky deck. Irritated, I go to retrieve the blacksmith from her perch, as this was an incredibly crucial meeting.

We are on the 25th floor of Aincrad, with quite a beautiful view. The sun is setting, the air is cool, and the breeze is barely enough to blow my silver and cloak around. I see Charimane up in a tree about two feet away from the edge. She looks at me and frowns.

"Go away."

"No, Charimane, I need you to come to the safety meeting."

"Oh you mean the one that you came up with because you killed patrick?"

"Charimane there was nothing I could do-"

"YOU SAT THERE AND YOU WATCHED HIM DIE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO GET HIM OUT!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.

"Chari, it was a game bound area, no one besides Patrick could've gotten him out."

"Bullshit! You didn't even try to break it! and don't call me Chari dammit!" She starts to flail and the branch holding her begins to crack.

"Charimane! Stop now!" I call out desperately, running towards her.

"GET AWAY FROM M-" The branch snapped and she began to plummet towards her imminent death. I catch her with my index finger on my left hand, hanging off the edge.

"Hey! I need some help over here!" I scream out in the general direction of the guild building. I notice that Charimane is trying to wiggle free of her armor.

"Are you insane? Your breastplate is the only thing keeping you alive right now!"

"I know, and I don't want your help." She starts to pry my finger off, but I initiate Iron Grip, making that very thing impossible.

"Fine if that's the way you want it," she says whilst drawing her dagger, "Then say goodbye to that finger." She resumes her freefall, and I look at my hand in shock. I look away from the joint that used to connect my finger to my hand just in time to see her player marker turn orange and then shatter into thousands of pixels. Just before that, I saw a notification that read "Special skill" above the dagger in her hand.

Shocked and confused I walk back into the mess hall and break the news to everyone. Yes, we lost a member, but apparently everyone was expecting as such. They had started to shun her a while back. I can't believe I didn't notice, I was her guild leader! Her counselor! I go up to my quarters to lay down for a couple minutes, avoiding all other members in the building. I put my casual clothes on just as there was a knock at the door.

"What do you want?" I ask lying face down in my pillow.

"You're needed at floor thirty five."

"Thirty five? What happened?"

"Some people got stuck in the Boss are-"

I kick the door open so hard that it breaks it's hinges and shatters into thousands of pixels. I change into my armor while walking down the hall and sending notices to everyone in the guild who's above level 30. "Everyone meet me outside at the teleportation gate."

Two minutes pass. Three more. Five more. Ten more. Tired of waiting, I enter the portal alone. I calm myself and rationalize that the other members were still preparing themselves for battle. I receive a message from a level 32 member of my group, David.

"What kind of beer do you want"

"BEER?" I yell out audibly. "I SEND OUT AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE AND THEY'RE OUT FOR A DRINK!?" The noise from my yelling attracts the attention of a couple wandering katana-wielding apes . I drew my double edged silver sword called Argentic Calibur and charged at the monsters. "I DON'T EVEN DRINK ALCOHOL!" I scream as I charge into the mob of NPCs

"METEOR WAVE!"

I smash the handle of my blade into the floor of the dungeon and a wave of pressure and fire expands from the point of contact. The apes fly back several feet and burst into thousands of pixels, and I keep running. I check my map to see where the Boss room is. Perfect, it's right in front of my. I look up just in time to see a wall smash into my nose.

"DAMNIT I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! DIAMOND SHOULDER!" I yell and ram through the wall. I look down to see that the boss room was actually a little bit lower than the entrance. About 50 feet lower. I fall aimlessly until I spot the Boss creature. I aim my body towards the creature, still unsure of what it is. I position my body so that I would land sword-first, then to my bent knees. I land on it and drive my sword down through it's shoulder. The Boss, "Lycander" as it's name says, howls into the sky.

"Ah, a werewolf huh? ARGENTIC CALIBUR EATS THESE FOR BREAKFAAAAAST!
CHEF STYLE, CHAINED BLADE!" I fly backward off of the monster, leaving the blade of my weapon still in his haunch attached by a thick chain. I pull hard on the handle and the sword slices out of his haunch.

"CHEF STYLE, DICED AND WELL DONE!"

I start to whip my sword around, sectioning the Boss off meticulously. The hit counter goes up, and up and up and up, until finally reaching 350.
"BAKED!" I yell as the werewolf is engulfed in a glorious blade. Panting, I turn to see the search party in the safe zone clapping, cheering, and eating bread.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELEPORT?!"

"We didn't wanna use our Crystals!" says the leader, as I approach them.

I slap the bread out of his hands and give him a look of severe hatred.

"You sicken me." is what I leave him with. I have an issue to tend to regarding some drunken guild members.

End of chapter 5!

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