Condition Evolution 2: A LitRPG / Gamelit Adventure by Sinclair, Kevin (black female authors txt) 📗

eating them for lunch. True to all the anatomy I knew about, he dropped like a sack of hammers to his knees. I was struggling to stay conscious from the blood loss and pain when I saw Havok flying through the air. Relief washed over me as he landed straight into my hand.

His healing power immediately began to flow into me. I felt better within seconds, only the arm wasn’t going to be a quick repair.

“Ember is okay,” he said.

“Thank you Havok. You’re my hero.” I hefted him up with my left arm. He must have been lending me strength somehow as I staggered over to the nut-clutching Ang-bor.

“I fucking promised I’d kill you if you double-crossed us,” I snarled at him.

He growled back as he tried to get himself back to his feet. Using Havok as a staff to balance myself, I jumped a little and did a push-kick to his chest. It kept him down on his knees. Still, he swiped at me. But I’d pushed myself backwards just enough to be out of his reach.

He was about to reply when I swung Havok around and whipped his head clean off his shoulders.

I checked over on the two remaining guards. They had been too occupied trying to fight Elyek to get involved in the fray with the Ang-bor. One was still alive, swinging around wildly with a knife, rifle now discarded. I walked over towards him.

“Elyek. Get behind me. I don’t want to accidently chop you in half.” In a second, Elyek stood next to me, still invisible.

“I’m here,” came the exhausted response. The Tri-bor began to move towards me. He looked very reluctant, but he didn’t have a lot of choices available to him.

It wasn’t even a contest. I brought Havok down and he raised his knife in a pathetic attempt to block the blow. Havok just cut straight through his fingers, knife, and finally sliced his head directly in half down to his neck.

I was about to check on Ember when she slumped exhaustedly onto the desk next to me.

“I love that goddamned axe,” she breathed out.

I moved over to take her in a one-armed hug. “Thank all the alien gods in the galaxy you’re alright,” I cried.

“I'm weak as piss though. I feel like I’ve about a pint of blood left in me.”

I looked at her and she was incredibly pale.

“Havok, leave me. Heal Ember,” I thought to him.

“She is fully healed, Shaun. I can’t magic blood from nowhere. She needs lots of food and so do you. Although, I’m still repairing your arm.”

“Okay. Thanks, Havok,” I thought back.

“Havok says you're fully healed. What you’re feeling is blood loss. I’m the same.”

“What happened to…?” She slapped her hand to her mouth when she saw my injury.

“Shaun! Your arm!”

“Yeah. I know about it,” I laughed. “You shoulda seen it before Havok started working on it. Luckily, I bulked up or I would’ve lost the damn thing.”

“How did it happen?”

“Bastard shot me, didn’t he?”

“And Havok didn’t protect you! Come on, Shaun. What happened?” Ember questioned me with an intense look in her eyes.

I began to stutter, when Elyek, who remained invisible, spoke up, “You were shot from behind. It was bad. Shaun gave you the axe and fought the Ang-bor with his fists. It was one of the bravest, most selfless things I’ve ever seen. I understand your absolute trust in him now.”

“You fucking idiot! Why didn’t you kill him with the axe first, then save me?”

“You might not have lasted that long. It was a real bad wound, Ember.”

“He’s correct. You were, perhaps, seconds from death, and I would also like to thank Havok from the bottom of my heart. A truly remarkable weapon. I’m proud to be on your crew.”

Havok began chatting incessantly about how happy he was.

“Ok, fine. I understand that! So then why didn’t you use your telekinesis or telepathy instead of charging an eight-foot demon who had a laser rifle!”

“I… well… you know, I’m shit at telepathy and that sort of stuff,” I stuttered. I mean, she was right, that was pretty fucking stupid of me.

“No Shaun, you’re really not shit at it, you should have at least tried! You were throwing things for fun at the people of Xzonico by all accounts. Plus, you had big increase in your Mental Clarity. But oh no, Shaun hits things as hard as he can,” she was wearily chuckling as she said it.

“I know it’s something I need to work on, but I just lost my fucking mind when I saw you hurt.”

“I know you big dafty,” she replied, gently leaning in for a hug. “So, how the hell are we going to get outta here.”

C18

Uprising Inc.

“No one has come for us yet. This room must be soundproofed,” Elyek said.

“That means we might still have time before anyone knows what’s happened. How about this: We both go out and tell the clerk that Elyek has further business to attend to with the bank manager, but they felt it was private,” Ember suggested. “Then, we quickly and calmly get the fuck out of here.”

“What? And leave Elyek here?”

“Elyek is invisible, you fucking moron.”

“Right. Yeah of course. Got it,” I said. I really didn’t do myself any favors sometimes.

“I’ve got it too,” Elyek said, over by the terminal.

“Got what?” I asked.

“The manager did a good job of routing our money through different avenues. He had to, because he named himself as an account holder. He wouldn’t want that to be traced until he could take all the money out. No matter how we dealt with this shithead, he was going to screw us over. Nevertheless, now this account is untraceable to us as individuals. It’s a separate entity that we have anonymous access to. It’s actually perfect. He has even left his own accounts open which are also completely untraceable.” Elyek fell silent for a few seconds, but I could see things were still happening on the screen. I was glad of the