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Amanda's obviously sarcastic reply sounded like something to be insulted at, as nearly everything this woman said was, doubly so with her ridiculous hand gestures. Yet as insulting as she was, there was something almost light-hearted and yet frightening about bringing up The Oregon Trail, Mercutio had a smile on his face, and looked down his breastplate.

"Don't sweat the small stuff, tin man."

Kyle turned his head off to the side to look at Amanda for a moment with his naked face in an mixed expression of incredulity and surprise, as if to say, "This coming from you?", but eventually looked at the floor again. The faint hint of a smile was on his face as he ran a hand through his hair:

"Uhm, thanks." The words were of mixed concern as Mercutio equipped his helmet once more at the mention of the group moving. For what it was supposed to be, that little worry was starting to grow, and just as he turned whispered to no-one in particular but himself, "I died a lot in The Oregon Trail.



While it seemed everyone was all the more eager to get the tower, Mercutio lagged behind in the group, with the lowest speed, the heaviest armor and the most tired. It didn't help that The Whispering Plains seemed all the more beautiful under the veil of night and that it seemed he could just rest his body and just sleep.

Each clanking of his step drew just a bit farther and a stereotypical lvl 1 monster was heading towards him: Slime. They looked like a green ball of goop just hopping around in a slow pace, (after-all, no fast creature gets the name Slime), and for the most part they were harmless, the passive type of monster that doesn't attack unless it was being attacked itself. It was a good thing Mercutio figured out that he could flip up the visor of his helmet for better visibility.

So he executed it. Unsheathed his sword, the weight seemingly unfamiliar in his gauntlet, took a few moments to get the right grip, then stabbed and slashed at it. It was reduced to a puddle of goop before it could attack back and it was stabbed once more for good measure.

It got the blood rushing through his veins which was good for staving off sleep and it gave him the chance to stab something out of frustration considering he was trapped in a game in which everything could kill him with no escape but to confront everything said everything that could kill him: monsters, boss creatures, Pkers. Not to mention in the five or ten minutes of contact with Amanda, the urge to kill needed to be satisfied, somehow. He decided to look up the stats of everyone in his party while walking.

By the time Mercutio caught up, sword and shield still in hand, there was a goblin corpse on the floor, a small girl of a wizard wrapped around Sieghelde's leg, and blood running down her lance. Break and her Mongolian-wear thought it'd be a wonderful time to remind the knight he was the only paladin (of which she surely meant tank) in the group.

Of course he knew. He knew it right from the start but denied the possibility: if he was even to go through with this, he'd be the beat-up sponge taking damage for the sake of the party, each and every time there was conflict, with pain, 99.9% more real. Now with a first-hand account. Kyle replied in the only way any other knight-class in this shitty situation could reply, in a voice not boiling in anger, just simmering, mixed with fatigue and sadness.

"Fuck you too."

The knight hadn't bothered to even whisper it to her, just saying it, for her ears and anyone around him who payed attention. He watched the lvl 1 wizard run back to town, not bothering to turn around but gave Break a dirty look as she called her a noob, before turning his head back to the tower. He couldn't even see the top. So much for sleep." He thought wistfully, seeing everyone give others advice on how to proceed. Sieghelde was assured from Mercutio with a nod and Break's stare was met with his own. Kit had also rejoined them as well, talking about playing part-tank and part-thief.

"I've been in a lot of parties so with what he have, we should go in one horizontal line. Break and Azuma could flank enemies from opposing sides, cleric in the middle to keep everyone in range of spells, me and Sieghelde can act as tanks, and offense on enemies that can spawn from either side. Kit can either scout ahead with invisibility, go as a tank with us, break enemy formation or all three."

Though Mercutio didn't know whether Kit has invisibility or not, it was a reasonable guess, since the only reason anyone would be a Plainswalker is to turn invisible. The knight was used to strategy, since all the time he spent with beginners in the party needed more then just "click it until it dies" to go to more difficult areas.