Taking over the Abyss

4: That Time I Forgot to Equip my Weapon

Klee had to leave before Albedo or Jean would get worried to go out and look for her, which left you with Razor. Honestly, you were completely fine with him. Yeah, it was a little weird and a little uncomfortable being held like a stuffed animal, but it was better than being a dog toy for the wolves.

Since Razor liked you, the wolves... tolerated you? They didn't exactly go near you, but they didn't outright avoid you, either. That didn't help how awkward it was waking up to a wolf sniffing your face. You didn't scream this time, since you were paralyzed by fear, but the wolf had licked your face before making a funny noise and rushing back to some of the other wolves.

Seems you both were just as shy. Razor had woken up soon after that, having been jostled out of his sleep by you shaking. He seemed a bit worried that you were cold, but realized you were scared about the wolves and reassured you that they meant no harm. Instead of holding you like a stuffed animal, Razor had quickly taken to slinging you over his shoulder.

You liked this a lot better. It was cool that you could sort of move and weren't just dangling in the arms of somebody who could drop you any moment. That being said, when Razor took off sprinting with a bunch of wolves following, you still had to hold on to avoid getting blown off. You got used to it pretty quickly though, and it soon became really fun to feel the wind rushing against your face/mask and having your bunny ears get jostled around by the wind.

Had it been yesterday or the day before, you would've freaked out over how quickly you'd adjusted to this new body, but not anymore. Now, it was more 'yeah, I'm an Abyss Mage, so what?'. Except when people were trying to kill you, but right now Razor was taking care of you, so you weren't too worried.

Hunting went pretty well. Your only concern was the fact that Razor's diet was basically 100% meat, that can't be entirely healthy, but he seemed fine. The wolves seemed to enjoy your presence fairly well, although it was probably because you preferred to eat sunsettias, which were in no shortage, and wolfhooks, which lowered the chances of a wolfhook getting stuck on somebody's leg.

All in all, your third day was off to a great start! Things were finally looking more peaceful for you. Or, well, they were. As soon as one of the wolves came in with an injured leg, the day took a turn for the worst. Razor had flipped out, looking around for the danger before taking off in a sprint as you struggled to hang on to his shoulder.

"R-Razor, too fast!" You cried, starting to slip a little. Your cries were answered, as Razor skidded to a stop in the dirt. It took about half a second to realize what exactly he was glaring at. There was a blazing axe Mitachurl going ape-shit in the woods, swinging its axe around like it was possessed by a demon or something.

Razor shrugged you off his shoulder, giving you a quick nod of acknowledgement, "Stay here."

"U-um," you weren't entirely sure if you could even offer to help, since you were next to useless in a fight. Before you could say anything, Razor had already begun to charge at the Mitachurl, a black and yellow claymore in his hands. Sprinting up to the Mitachurl, Razor swung his weapon into the monster's side, the Mitachurl grunting in pain before snorting and focusing its attention on him.

Ducking underneath an upwards slash from the Mitachurl's axe, Razor prepared for another strike, coating his hand in electro-energy before jumping away from a kick. Hearing Razor growl, you smelt ozone in the air as his claymore became cloaked in a faint purple lightning. Oh, was he C6? Wait, did that even matter?

As he sprinted towards the Mitachurl, the beat swung its axe horizontally, aiming to swipe him across the chest. Jumping onto the axe, Razor used it as a launching pad and jumped into the air, bringing his electro-cloaked claymore up to swing it down on the Mitachurl's head. The Mitachurl yowled and fell to the ground with Razor's strike, letting of its axe.