"You can't hurt us, or the system will punish you. Rules are rules."
Christof's quivering pupils glued on Thanh Van's calm smile, confusion dancing in tune with madness over his twitching visage.
How could this bitch be calm in the face of death? Was he even human?!
The skin over Christof's back itched as the parasites squirmed and wriggled, his shoulders twitching.
The blade in his hand trembled.
"Do you think I care about some fucking rules? Can't you see I'm dying?!" Christof's mutilated hand moved to scratch at his neck. The clammy skin had angry red streaks all over, either left behind by his scratching or the parasites eating their way through his body.
Thanh Van tried his best not to think about it. The back of his hand itched, fingers curling and twitching to scratch.
When Kruger launched forward, Christof snapped out of it, pulling Thanh Van onto his feet, the ragged blade pressed over the slender neck, the sharp barbed edges puncturing his thin, snow-white skin.
Only Thanh Van's hand had crept up to push against the arm.
"…" Thanh Van's eyes were pleading at Kruger, who was calculating his chances in his mind based on the vein that was throbbing over his tightened jaw.
The sergeant should do something about this crazy fucker, or this beauty's head was going to be sawed off before the scenario ended.
Now, even if Thanh Van's body regenerated within minutes or a couple of hours, that would still be damn hard to explain to other players! And Thanh Van was enjoying this skin too. He didn't want to change out of it so soon.
The other players had found solace behind a pile of haystacks by the furthest wall. Their gazes flickered over the blade, and the blood painting streaks over the white canvas.
"Tell us what you want. You don't need to do this," Kruger said, raising his calloused palms, hoping it was enough to show the crazed man he meant no harm.
There was a bed between them. It would take Kruger at least two steps to reach the two, even if he leapt over the bed. No matter how fast Kruger might be, he wouldn't reach Ruan An before Christof had sawed his throat open with one slash.
Even if Christof didn't mean to hurt Ruan An, he only needed one moment of surprise, and his arm would move on reflex, causing enough damage.
Kruger couldn't take that risk.
But Christof was past the point of return.
"W-what I want? Ha ha…" Christof let out a nervous laugh, his eyes wide and flickering everywhere. A thin tongue darted out to lick over his chapped lips. "Aren't you suddenly so cooperative-"
"Just say what you want." Thanh Van gritted through his teeth as the blade dug into his flesh, the sharp pain making his toes curl. Tears of pain lined his eyes as he peered at Kruger.
"Shut - s- shut up! SHUT UP!" Christof's head twitched, shoulders punching up towards his ears, the blade in his arm unstable. "Or I'll cut your vocal cords!"
Thanh Van hissed as the blade nicked him further, a hot stream of blood starting towards his chest. Just because he was indestructible didn't mean this shit didn't hurt!
This bloody oaf of a sergeant better get his thoughts straight or Thanh Van would have to save his own ass. Really, these fools always ruined his games and roleplay.
"Let us calm down, and have a talk." Kruger's gaze flickered over the wound, but his face showed no emotion, not even distress.
"Oh, there is no time for that. I'm running out of time here." Christof's skin squirmed, the grey flesh lined with dark veins. "But it's -it's -" Christof shook his head, left eye twitching as if in pain, his control over his tongue faltering. "It's- it is ok. We are all running out of time. Ha ha."
Kruger's visage darkened.
"Next, I will slaughter your little pet here." Christof took a step back as he spoke, pulling Thanh Van with him. "If I die, I'll take you all with me."
"Christof, we can get through this together. We can think of something-" Kruger slowly moved around the bed, but with each small step forward, Christof took two steps back, the gap between them growing by the second.
Kruger's gaze flashed, and Thanh Van knew the sergeant had no means to trample this fucker without Thanh Van losing a head.
He had no options left.
Thanh Van let out a shaky breath, cursing these fools to hell. He could never stay in the helpless lotus character as long as these types of fuckers existed. Why was it so hard to get some help around here?
This was no fun.
Thanh Van's hand pushing against Christof's wrist suddenly clamped down on the arm painfully, the sharp nails digging into the greyish flesh. So tight, Christof flinched from the pain of his arm almost breaking in half.
The blade was ripped out of Thanh Van's throat. The blood sprayed along with the movement, but Thanh Van merely frowned, the pain fuelling his anger even more.
The wound wasn't that deep, he wasn't going to die.
Oh, but Christof was going to get it!
CRACK.
Christof howled as his wrist snapped in two like a twig, the bone jutting abnormally from his forearm. The knife clattered to the stone floor and Thanh Van ignored it. He didn't need a knife to crush this piece of shit.
With another twist the entire arm was dislocated by the shoulder, sending Christof to the ground screeching from the pain.
Kruger's gaze widened ever so briefly, too shocked to react to the sudden speed of events. Despite the NPC skin looking frail and dainty, Thanh Van had long grown accustomed to the limitations of this skin, properly concentrating his strengths to counter the weaknesses.
Thanh Van ignored the sergeant's shock, his attention on the little shit crawling on the ground.
Oh, Thanh Van touched the ragged wound by his throat before his gaze fell on Christof, a twisted smile on his lips. He was going to kill this little shit for ruining his experience.