"Holy crap! So realistic! So hardcore! I nearly dislocated my shoulder with that last heavy swing. Awesome! This freaking game is seriously awesome!"
He roared in his heart while maintaining an expert's cool demeanor, wiping the blood drops from his sword blade, and massaging his achy shoulder during his warhorse's gallop, only to notice Sister Pomegranate was glaring at him from atop her gargoyle.
Before Brother Cat could inquire, Sister Pomegranate gave a cold snort and had her gargoyle speed up again, soaring into the sky.
What was her issue?
Brother Cat couldn't wrap his head around it.
Since he entered the game, he had been practicing swordsmanship in the sewers, with minimal contact with other players. When did he offend her?
This doesn't make any sense, does it?
"Bull Bull! Are you dead? If not, give us a shout!"
A few minutes later, Happy Stick, who had reached the rendezvous, shouted into the group channel.
