Post by Kyle on Mar 30, 2016 1:12:40 GMT
"I will not allow anyone to die."
Kyle Lv1 | Kyle closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and grinned as the gentle breeze of the Great Plains caressed his almost shoulder-length hair. His hair was now long enough to resemble swaying wheat when the wind grabbed it. He stood there as still as a statue, maintaining a pose akin to the Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro. The blue, cloudless sky and spring-like cool temperatures brought him a unique, calming peace. I never get weather like this in Texas, he thought. It's so nice and not scorching hot. Satisfied with his short break from reality, he lowered his arms and resumed his focused wandering with a goal in mind. It's time to concentrate. I'm here to hunt boars. In Sword Art Online, boars often congregated around water such as rivers and lakes. That's also the reason why so many npc farmers along the Great Plains ask players to deal with boar infestation problems. With the boar's preferences in mind, Kyle headed northwest to one of the better-known lakes, Armsvartnir Lake. He chuckled. If you want to kill a boar, you have to think like one. As Kyle continued making his way to the lake, the sound of green grass crunching under his less than dainty feet, he began thinking of goofy, unnecessary thoughts concerning his last mental statement. Think like a boar. He closed his eyes for a moment, snorted aloud twice, and laughed at himself. "I guess I'd have to crawl on four legs too, he said to no one in particular. Rolling his eyes, he continued with, "Geez Kyle. Maybe this is why you can't get a girl. You're too silly." Kyle wasn't sure if he even wanted a girl in this world, given the circumstances, but if one were to fall in his lap, he wouldn't complain. Kyle glanced over his shoulder and saw that only the tips of the tallest structures of the Town of Beginnings were visible. He returned his gaze to the flat land in front of him graced by the presence of a few rolling hills in the distance. I'm halfway there now. Kyle imagined that the Great Plains likely resembled Houston during the age of Sam Houston and Steven F. Austin when they commissioned the Allen brothers in the 1800s to build a great city. It was named the capital of Texas for a few years. Hmm, why do I remember that? he asked himself. That was all the way back in seventh grade. Obviously, Kyle's mind raced in an effort to keep himself entertained, but his mind always did that. It was nothing new to him. The picturesque landscape captured Kyle's attention yet again, as it looked even better than one of the paintings that hung on his grandmother's wall in the country town of Dayton, Texas. The grass was a vast, chlorophyll sea and it seemed as if fish could leap out of its depths and into the air at any moment. The clouds in the sky above swirled and mingled with the blue endlessness, leaving white streaks like the streaks of a half-dipped paintbrush. It was a lovely sight, yet it nothing but data, and Kyle knew it. The twinkle of cerulean pulled Kyle out of his thoughts as he detected the edges of Armsvartnir Lake peeking above the horizon. There it is. He picked up his pace until it was a slow jog and as he encroached on his destination, he spotted ten boars encircling the rather large lake. Armsvartnir Lake was about 100 yards in diameter with sloppy banks that made it seem like a natural lake in the real world. Big cattails grew along the shoreline and most of the boars were scattered about in small groups or individually. The largest group consisted of four boars. In addition, there were two pairs and two standing by themselves. These boars must be from different family groups. This in the only water source for a few miles, so I can see why the boars are allowing other groups to share without there being a territory dispute. It appeared that the majority of the boars preferred the north and west sides of the lake. Only three boars drank from the east end, a pair and an individual, and one boar drank from the south end. A confident sparkle lingered in Kyle's eyes and he smirked. This is manageable. As long as I can keep them separated, I can take them. And no one said that I have to deal with all ten of them right now. I can always retreat, wait for my health to regenerate, and come back later in the day. Kyle slowly bent down into a crouching position and quietly stepped closer and closer to the pair of boars on the northeast side. I'd best start with them. Take the most out as quickly as possible without getting in over your head. As he got closer and closer, he lowered himself to where his stomach touched the most soil, leaving dirt stains and strains of grass stuck to his leather Beginner's Armor. Propping himself on his elbows, he scooched through the tall grasses, hiding from plain sight. It looks like I'm crawling after all, he thought. Once he got about 15 feet away from the boars, he stopped for a moment. A foul stench flooded his nostrils and he almost grunted in disgust, but he stopped himself. Eew. This game is too realistic. You can even smell the boars. A lyric from one of his favorite childhood songs rang in his head. "Every time that I..." "Hey Pumba, not in front of the kids." Cold sweat collected at the back of his head and he mentally pleaded, Oh boars, please don't fart. Kyle shook his ridiculous thoughts out of his head and centered himself for the task at hand. He silently moved his right hand and grabbed the copper training dagger strapped behind his waist. He removed it from the holster with as little sound as a man petting his dog. Calmly rising up from the tall grass like a zombie from a stereotypical horror movie involving a cornfield, he turned his body to the left while never breaking his stare at the two enemies in front of him. His eyes focused on the boar standing at the far left as he spread his feet about three feet apart. Kyle held his breath, pleased to see that neither boar had detected him yet. He lifted his right arm and positioned the dagger so that there was a straight line from its tip to the boars lowered head. Kyle's poor victim was completely unaware of his presence. It fully submerged its snout in the cool, refreshing lake, lapping up each drop as if it was his first in months. After a few seconds of what felt like an eternity, Kyle's feet finally began radiating an ethereal, topaz glow and shimmering bells sounds gently rang out about 30 feet. His sword art activated. The two boar's ears twitched in response to the bell sounds and they turned their heads in surprise, but it was already too late. Kyle charged at them, trying to stay as quiet as possible in hopes of not alerting the other boars. Gorgeous, winter blues lines peppered with white dots that looked like stars trailed Kyle's heels. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed the other boar about 40 feet away lifting up his head and staring at the commotion. Hopefully he'll stay still for just a little bit longer, he thought. At about five feet, Kyle leaped into the air, the mystical light stream following his ascent. He started falling toward the boar and Kyle witnessed an almost horrified look in the boar's beady red eyes. With a satisfying slicing sound, Kyle's economic dagger met its mark. |
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