Chapter 57 - The Boys Vs. Myer Part 1 (1/2)
{Sigh, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!}
{FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!} Cynrik continually swore in the mind link as he struggled just to keep himself standing. In the corner of his vision, he could see the notification from Myer's previous attack.
-You have taken 300 points of damage-
-Current HP, 350/650-
{One fucking attack nuked half my HP, and he wasn't even a Tier-2 yet. Now…} Cynrik's voice trailed off as he tried to force down the blood that was pooling into his mouth from somewhere in his body. That single attack had fractured both his arms and done internal damage.
Brance was abnormally calm as he silently threw a Minor Heal at Cynrik's back.
-You have been healed for 250 HP-
-Current HP 600/650-
Although the minor heal couldn't immediately fix the internal injuries and fractures Cynrik had suffered, it acted as a pain-killer and temporarily alleviated the intense pain he was feeling.
Exhaling slowly and feeling the pain leave his stiff body, Cyrnik started plotting. Just like before, when he used his Inspect on Myer, the only information he received was a bunch of question marks.
Tap, Tap, Tap
While Cynrik was lost in his thoughts, Myer was still monologuing like a lousy anime villain and making his way towards them.
Unfortunately for him, both boys were completely ignoring the words he was putting forth a significant amount of effort to and had their brains firing on all cylinders as they tried to desperately figure out either a way to escape or a way to win.
”Blah, blah blah, is all you can do fucking spout bullshit.” Cynrik spat out while shaking his arms out to reduce their numbness.
”I've single-handedly eviscerated dozens of your weak ass underlings, Mr. Mini Boss, and they fed me a vast amount of XP.
Hearing the blood-soaked little boy's taunts, Myer's face developed black lines, and his mouth drooped into a scowl.
”Still don't understand your situation, do you, boy!” he stopped several feet away from the two wounded children and crossed his arms while looking them up and down.
”Two, weak little Tier-0 children. I'll admit you are both outstanding geniuses. However, to skip Tier and slaughter higher leveled opponents like their chickens, that's a task that very few can do. Unfortunately for you, you've kicked a steel plate, and Master Haylon will not allow you to escape. Under normal circumstances, he would have gladly forced you to submit, but now… he's already given the kill order.”
{Brance, how many hits can you shield take?}
{He did 300 damage to you with a single punch; although I have nearly 1k HP, I doubt ill be able to stop more than three direct hits. If I can somehow deflect them, maybe it increases to double that.} Brance didn't look at Cyrnik as he responded. The two had an astronomical amount of faith in each other regarding dog fights. Thus Brance didn't sugar coat his words as he gave his best estimate.
{I doubt we can beat him, but we can choose to either stall for time until our parents arrive or try to get the hell out of here.}
'Tobs, how many SPs is it to unlock another loadout?'
-The first additional loadout will cost 20 Skill points. Would you like to purchase it (Y/N)-
'Only 20 SP, yeah, that's fine,' Cynrik watched as a third loadout appeared in his system panels, and he quickly tossed both his damaged swords as well as his assassins tools into their respective slots before naming the new loadout DMG,
{So, Brance, it's a PiccoloXGoku vs Raditz situation. I've got an idea, but I'll need to charge up the attack. First, you need to stall for 30 seconds. You up for it?} Tilting his head down slightly and allowing a shadow to form on his face, Cynrik broke out into a massive grin.
{Haahh, Always with the weeb references. At least I know this one; yeah ill hold him. You better be ready!}
{If all goes well, this shit will at best kill him, and at worst, severely injure him, allowing us to escape. But ill need you to pull his aggro; the second he notices what I'm up to, that's rip-a-Roni geeg. All right, it's up to you now.} The entire conversation had taken less than a second, thanks to the sibling mind link, leaving Myer unaware that neither child was afraid of him and were instead plotting to take him down.
”Alright, that's enough talking; while I don't usually enjoy killing children, I'm not against it. So come along like good little brats…”