Conflict of Culture

Conflict of Culture - Chapter One Scene Ten

-You have been defeated!-

-Your HP have fallen to zero*, rendering you unconscious. (*Level 0 Players cannot be killed during the initial two-week training period)-

-Time to Revival: 1 minute-

-Revival Location: Place of defeat-

-Revival Health: 1 HP-

What’s this? I can’t die during training. It’s about time something went my way. I guess this is the trade-off for not being able to gain experience. A grin as wide as his face filled his mind as he contemplated just how OP he’d become.

As the revival clock ticked down to zero, only one thought crossed his mind. Meet Zombie Fyle, mother fuckers! May you rue the day you ever laid eyes upon me.

A bold squawking was heard as file came to. His eyes were open to RavenX standing over him, looking as if it was ready to poke them out. He felt the bow in his right hand. Clenching it firmly, he struck out.

Too slow. It dodged the attack and flew off. The rest scattered half-a-second later. All except, that is, the one that took the clubbing in place of the leader. Finding and grabbing his other bow, Fyle jumped to his feet and prepared for battle.

Although he still felt the considerable pain from the hundreds of beak-sized injuries, he noted that all his wounds had healed shut. The bleeding had stopped, which meant he had one HP left to take as many more down as he could. And, since they seemed tentative to attack, he went on the offensive and arrowed the shit out of them until they regained their fortitude. At which point he switched to the double-clubbing.

Ding!

 -You have been defeated!-

-Your HP have fallen to zero*, rendering you unconscious.-

-(*Level 0 Players cannot be killed during the initial two-week training period)-

-Time to Revival: 1 minute-

-Revival Location: Place of defeat-

-Revival Health: 1 HP-

And the process repeated. He eventually traded out a bow for his KA-BAR. If not for the fact that raven had such brittle bones, he was sure the bows’ durability would have been reduced to zero with how much blunt damage they dished out. One did. The other was at two.

In the end, Fyle and RavenX faced off across the clearing. RavenX practically hovered at eye level, circling him from six meters away and weaving around tree trunks while flying sideways. Each waited for the other to make the first move. Fyle with his singular HP and a lone arrow left. RavenX having seen the perpetually revivifying Fyle wipe out its flock.

An oak leaf fluttered by and broke the eye-lock they’d held. Serving as the replacement for a starting gun’s shot, the two launched at each other. Fyle’s launch was the arrow and RavenX’s was the traditional - itself. Immediately, Fyle knew he’d missed.

Peck! Fyle took a beak between the eyes.

Ding!

 

-You have been defeated!-

-Your HP have fallen to zero*, rendering you unconscious.-