My um… comrades…I feel…don’t trust me, at all. That’s not good. Because I’m tired of being alone in this world, and I don’t want them not to trust me. Especially, this magic caster guy with the cloak…I really don’t think he likes me at all. I mean in the last battle I charged in and completely sliced through one of the walking snakes, but he still scolded me and made me feel bad. Here I thought I was saving their lives and then this ungrateful fool who I’m ashamed to call a Human scolds me for….um…ugh.
Thinking about the situation gets me more worked up, and I think that I’d be better suited to just go with the flow for the rest of the time down here, and then take my loot and be on my way. But that’s not going to help me either. I’m trying to befriend them…not ignore them or hate them…because right now I’m very close to being in hate with that magic user. I just want them to like me and I don’t mean to…Arghh and then he pointed his stick at me and threatened which if he only knew me he would never never threaten me…especially with how strong he knows I am. I mean he casts spells but I’ve endured the pain of loss and the pain of taking on an entire army…who does he think he is.
Then I even try to help him out by searching the doors for traps and he scolds me again. Why can’t I just show him I don’t need this constant correction I’m a man like he is…I’m no child I can hold my own. Maybe I just need to show him my true strength and then…no, no I would never do that to a comrade no matter the pain he caused me. It’s not like I didn’t deserve some resentment. I mean I did rush into battle without checking if they were ok, but right now I’m trying to help. I’m just trying to help. Help not hurt.
I was so exhausted from the battle that I pretty much passed out we made a safe place to stay. It was shortly after our rest that a large cloud of smoke burst through the vent in the floor. It definitely took me off guard but after it appeared to swallow um…the shiny magic fellow and the um…other guy. Then it even appeared to strike the giant stony guy to the point of making him choking up blood and passing out. It was a feint that I was well familiar with since I often find myself in that type of danger. I decided that if we were going to take out this creature that we needed as much damage instantly so I enraged and bleed out my leg a little in order to truly give myself realization of what was at stake which in turn led me to swing as hard as I possibly could twice. Some of the others also realized the need for a quick strike so they also output as much as they could. It was shortly after our responsive attacks that the cloud turned its attention towards me which I tried to brace myself for, but with my lack of armor it kind of didn’t matter.
This beast’s attack left me with the feeling that my sword had been shoved down my throat. I could help but *cough* and *cough* until I was able to control the situation by spitting up enough of the blood that was in my neck and mouth so I could breath. I was so blurred by the pain that I didn’t even see who got the killing blow on the cloud, but nonetheless we were able to defeat it and gain a moment of calm.
I was really tired after the fight but I still wanted to be able to help out if it was possible so when the magic user who angers me so asked me for help I jumped at the opportunity. In a connecting room to the room the walking snakes were in we found a hot fire pit with another door on the otherwise. My comrade warned me that the lock was well done and that it was unbearably hot inside but I still dug deep, dealt with the pain, and was about to break the lock open when I heard my comrade warn me about something. I never known him to lie to me so I assumed that there must be trouble in the other room, but rather it was directly behind me.
Now, normally I would charge into combat directly, but I felt obligated to allow the others to form a strategy first and I retreated to the other room to do so. I instantly regretted my decision when I saw my friends become engulfed in the fire. It’s something I will regret if any of them die because I did not take the first strike. I guess now I can go back to business as usual and crush this vile creature like the rest.
Until I die or lose the ability to multiply.
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