Seeing malfoy get thrown away activate some kind of switch in me.
Well less of a switch really, more like tipping the balance on one side.
I smother the coils. It's hard but I do it.
Holding the dagger with a palm and one finger is a pain, but that's enough, and I need the extra fingers to tighten up the shield strap.
My spear that I was holding with my dagger, in one hand. Cluttered, already dissapeared.
I didn't notice it. Nor do I fucking care anymore, my gaze is focused on the sight before me.
Malfoy on the sand, falling.
He didn't even fall yet.
I'm thinking fast. Too fast.
With a resolve I usually don't carry my fingers finish the tightening and my little jog transform into a full blown out run, the kind of run you'll get into to escape a truck rushing at you.
Wait a jog? I wasn't jogging. I was trailing my feet that's...
My thoughts don't matter much as I just feel it.
The sheer fucking euphoria that flood my body.
I never really enjoyed running.
I'm like a bull, I do cardio, sometimes. But not a lot. I'm an usual gymbro, just better at other stuff more than others.
Didn't know running could feel like that.
My feet on the sand, it's like it's not even sand, it's like it's a perfect treadmill. No abnormality, nothing, just a perfect path forward to make me rush forward. My feet just stick to the small ridge and soft texture of the sand to allow me to explode forward.
I hear some voices behind me but I don't listen to them, hyperfocused on my goal.
My coils push again. Saying it's a bad idea for me to rush, it tell me to think of the reward, it tell me to disregard my worry about the automatons strength. It push, and twist...and just fucking die as more euphoria fuel me.
It's last struggle is something about it being abnormal.
Running just feel so damn natural right now.
My legs explode, using all their length in the best way possible, I never ran that fast in my life. The wind slam on my face, I feel estatic. It feel so damn great.
My joints feel loose.
I feel tall.
I feel, I don't even fucking know, I just want to run more.
Pushing my left arm up as I close up, I see malfoy that's already got back up, turning his head back and searching for his sword.
The second he turn his head, I pass him.
To his side, passing, running, as fast as I ever did. While he look back over his shoulder, arm shaking.
My arm isn't shaky, my arm isn't shaky at all when I'm pulling it up, right in front of my body.
It doesn't shake even when the pathetic little giant turn toward me, his strike going wide in front of me.
I could stop, I should stop. Right now. He's too far to touch me.
I should stop. Dodge that strike, then push him and kill it.
Pretty easy.
But fuuuuuck, I really don't want to stop running.
My arm doesn't shake as I keep pushing, rushing toward the strike with no fucking care in the world.
Doesn't even stop for a second as it pass over my head, almost running through my hair as I lean forward.
My legs bend too.
I just can feel it. My muscles, my legs they feel so damn hard right now. For some reason the scene make me remember a memory of mine.
I was with my friend, my best friend. We were pretty young, and I was young, dumb, proud of my strength and gains. So I flexed, my arms, my legs. Even if I wasn't that proud of them for some reason. She was being like 'wooooooow! This shit is hard as fuck' while trying to push her finger in my leg.
I know I know, pretty weird memory.
Pretty weird situation.
But I just can't help it, for some reason those words made me much proud.
I just realized that yes. Even if I don't really like training them that much.
Like most really.
It still made me realize.
Yes.
I have strong legs.
Should use them more often.
So that's what I'll do, in this half forward position, legs flexed, ready to propel myself. I do just that, jump. Using all the moment I accumulated during my run to straight up slam into that fucker torso and waist with all the strength I can muster.
The feeling is pretty odd.
At first it was like I just slammed against a tree.
Then the tree bended backward.
Grew legs.
And remembered he didn't know how to use them, so he fell.
No grace.
I'm his worst ennemy. A lumberjack.
The only thing I see after feeling that hit is the sand.
Slamming shield first into the sand, I feel like a fucking machine. Like, I slammed into that fucker.
The sound behind me prove me he fell down too.
And after slamming into him, I had so much fucking energy left it's the sand that explode at my impact. Fuuuuuck. That feel good alright.
Using my shoulder first to tackle to the sand, I push myself in some sort of roll the second I slam on the ground.
Rolling is genuinely so useful....never trained them though. Weird.
"STAY BACK!" The scream come from behind me, sounds like a distorted version of malfoy voice.
Turning around, I barely give it any mind as my feet lead me toward my opponent.
Fell down. Like some kind of big tree, shifting and struggling in the sand like a dying insect.
Not giving it any thought I slam my knees on the ground, sliding like some kind of soccer player before dragging my dagger into the big blue shifty vein like tub that connect his torso to his head.
It get stuck in for a while as blue flow around my hand and stain the sand.
Like some kind of butcher, used to it, my hold on the dagger change, just perfect to saw this fucker down.
Pushing forward and back like I was cutting some particularly annoying piece of meat with a dulled knife, I cut this entire fucker throat down, a jagged rough cut.
My hand is blue.
The dagger is blue, some heavy sounds can be heard in front of me.
Some footsteps.
[Liquid essence: 25/100]
My hand come up, I scratch my chin, letting a drop on my lip.
I'm not doing it.
Looking up I see malfoy finishing the last one with his sword he managed to take back.
My tongue slide over my lip, slowly, tasting everything.
It taste like nothing.
[Essence: 25/100]
Dissapointing.
AND FUCKING RECKLESS!?
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO!? Throwing the dagger away-!
I don't? It's still in my grip.
What the fuck is happening with my grip again!?
I put it in my inventory before doing the wise thing.
ignoring the red flags!
Pushing myself up, I take some steps over the big wooden boy and walk toward malfoy.
This fucker I swear, he fucking caused all that, I swear he's gonna get a hearing from me! That was ridiculously reckless!
My coils raising in my gut. Annoyed. I lost a reward because I was worried about someone.
Is he for real? Like for real real!? I see the others coming toward us in a run after what happened with malfoy mistake.
Just because I was worried. Dad wouldn't be proud.
Wiping the blue blood on my pants, I keep walking until I'm close enough for him to hear me without needing to raise my voice.
I ignore the coils, not regretting my choice. I can do my own choices, if I want to be worried, I'll be.
Readying my lesson, I open my mouth just for him to speak first.
"I could have killed them on my own."
My coils freeze. Always here. Always ready to act. I've been trying really hard. Really damn hard to care and be careful, not to go overboard, always.
And right now. I've been rewarded from finally managing it.
I've been rewarded with contempt.
Did he just dare?