The Crimson Hunter. SAO X Reader. [DRAFT].

●Christmas Special with an Author Note:

I just want to apologize for not publishing anything for about 2 months now, I've been ocuppied with my family, so I've decided to post this in hopes that you all forgive me.
Now this is skipped after what's happening currently, for more reference it's happening around the same time as when Kirito tries to revive Sachi. So yeah, also for those who came here for the mass slaughter of red players, you're getting it now. Enjoy:).

●Ercå-Tør: The Player Hunt Guild.

December 24 2023.
35th Floor, Forest of Wandering.
Current Level: 58

*(?)POV*
It was quiet out in the forest, the guard outside was sitting down on a log by the fire warming himself up from the snow. He took a bite from his piece of bread, also cursing under his breath.

'Damn it, all the others get to stay inside and enjoy the meals for Christmas Eve, and I'm out here freezing my ass off and eating crap.' He thought to himself as he took another bite. He heard footsteps behind him and looked to see another guard  walking by, most likely to take him off of shift so he can take a break.

"Ah...finally, now I can be warm and eat some good food, I'll take the shift back after 20 minutes." He says to the second guard. He just simply nods and takes a seat. The first one senses something off about him, and prods in a question.

"Hey, you alright? You seem distracted by something." The second guard glances at the first before replying: "I'm just pissed off at how we're acting so calm when one of our hideouts got wiped out."

The first guard then understood why he was like this. It was because of the attack a week ago "Oh...yeah, well look man, were all the way here and that hideout was back on floor 47. I doubt the Assault Team will find us." He says in an attempt to reassure his comrade. But then he shot back a reply in an almost offensive tone.

"I'm not worried about the fucking Assault Team. I'm worried about 'The Crimson Hunter', he's the one that attacked them." The first guard simply looked at him in both confusion and sympathy.

"Seriously man? 'The Crimson Hunter' doesn't exist, he's just some myth made up by the info-brokers."

"Really? You don't believe that he's real? Listen pal, our recon squad SAW him fighting a group of red players with nothing but a spear, and what's worse was that his dragon picked off anyone not attacking him or trying to flee." He says.

"Seriously?" The first asks. "Yes! And when they asked an info-broker about him they just gave their money back, told them to give up trying to learn about him, and left in a hurry. And there's a rumor going about, that he's after our guild, since apparently one of our groups killed off his guild." There was a small silence until the first guard replied with: "......Shit....I guess we should be careful, well I'll be back in 20 minutes. See you." He said turning around and began to walk to his base.

But then he heard a small gasp just as he was about to go inside, and the the sound of shattering. He spun back around to see the last remaining pixalized shards dissipate into nothing from where the second guard was sitting. And the realization, the fear had sunk in like a broken ship at sea.

He was here....The Crimson Hunter was here.

And just as he was about to turn to the door he heard a screech from his right, and felt himself get bashed by something that sent him tumbling to the ground, with his HP bar in the red. He felt the strange screeching object and top of him, pinning him to the ground, he saw it to be a bright red dragon, and then he heard footsteps behind(and above) him, he looked up... And saw the last thing he would ever see: The tip of a spear piercing his skull, before shattering into nothing.