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Goodtimeforscar was killed by Grian using magic

As the sun rose from its deep slumber, the earth was engulfed by the light. The rays rained down the lands, bringing back life into the grounds of dismay. The wind stopped back into a slow, stable flow, the air tense as the corpse laid low.

Everything was not okay.

He looked at the motionless body that fell from his arms, eyes widening. He stared blankly. Empty emerald eyes stared right back at him, haunting, a frozen terror left for display.

Everything was not okay.

As the reality of what he did finally snapped into his mind, he finally registered the shouts from across the terrain from him. His mind was racing with a lot of different things, he could still feel the remnants of sparks on his hands. It was electrocuting, the illusion of blood on his hands, when in reality there was none.

Everything was not okay.

It took him a moment after to realise the shouts were angry, accusing. Another moment, he realized that the death was probably broadcasted along the server, everyone aware of what he’d done. What he was responsible for.

“You killed him.”

A lot of brainpower was used for him to refocus, to decipher the harsh tone into words his brain could process.

“You killed him!”

Staying silent, his eyes glossed over. One second, the two were still there, on the opposite side of the grass, the next second both ran up to check on the brunet. The brunet he’d killed . The vessel of someone he once knew, now empty. Void of any of the life that had made him so endearing, just a hollow shell.

It’s all gone, all because of him . 

Part of him knew he should be happy, another obstacle out of the way, and that this was a good chance to kill the other two while they were focused on something else. While they had their backs turned. Vulnerable. Weak. 

But his hand clenched, and he stayed in place, watching over the two only a few blocks away from him with a blank stare.

He knew he should kill them, but all the same, he didn’t.

Even as he heard footsteps rumbling nearby, other people appearing on the scene, witnessing the cruelty of what had happened, he didn’t utter a word.

Even as shouts flew across, he stayed completely silent.

“You…” Someone growled. He didn’t look up to see who. “You’re a murderer!”

He didn’t react at all, at least not until he felt hands roughly putting themselves on his shoulders, knocking him back almost by surprise. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything?!”

He eyed them, almost narrowly, but still devoid of any real reaction, or even any emotion. No glee, or pride. No anger, no sorrow. No guilt. 

A really big contrast to Cub's, who was looking at him fully enraged.

“You killed Scar.”

“I know.” He murmured under his breath, doing his best to not let it shake. All the sudden, a hand was on the other's chest. His expression finally shifted, voice low. “And  I’d do it again.”

In one second, they were flung to the side, a trail of electricity appearing for a quarter of a mili-moment. The power sent a few trees flying down, and Cub crashed to the dirt, flinching in pain.

“Cub!"

In the midst of the confusion, he moved.  He bolted towards Tango with known intent, and the other barely had any time to react before he had to avoid the smallest's grip, ducking to the side and trying to apprehend the smaller. It didn't work, as Grian abruptly moved away, backing down to the ground.

"Get him!"

Multiple people jumped at him, but Grian's movements were so fast, it's almost as if he's teleporting from one place to another in such short timeframes. Everyone came at him from all angles, yet all he saw were silhouettes, shadows, obstacles to avoid. As it went on, magic sparks began to form in his hands again.

Someone tried to snatch him from behind, and that's when he teleported, yet again, behind a this time unsuspecting Tango.

Tango could feel every hair on his skin stand. It's as if time slowed, next, something brushed up against his back, knocking him down and holding him against the floor, electrifying. He heard a small voice, though naybe it was just the wind.

"Tango, I'm so sorry."

His veins lit up, and he screeched in pain. It's almost as of every cell in his body screamed, a familiar sensation washing over him. No no no no no—

"Oh no you don't."

And then the weight on his back dissipated, along with the pain, magic still rumbling in his now activated blood. It felt like being boiled alive internally. His blood was burning. It hurt. It hurt.

Meanwhile, Grian was being held up in the air by nothing but magic, Xisuma being on the giving end, looking downright furious. Like the oceans, ruthless tides taken over, those blue eyes glazing hatred at the one who hurt everything he's been dedicated to protect.

Grian had snatched the communicator from the blond's grasp. Though entrapped, encased, he seemed unfazed, though momentarily surprised. The magic felt unforeign to his skin, but almost unfamiliar at the same time. It's been a while, at least. 

Nonchalantly, he dusted his hand on the glowing, emerald toned admin magic that surrounded him, before slashing.

Red emitted from him, it consumed the green, and he landed on the ground with a thud, the admin knocked back, eyes widened. 

"How did you-"

Before anything else could happen, he started up the device in his hands, promptly teleporting away when a hand tried grabbing him from the side.

And then, he successfully connected.

Multiple tried to stop him. He knew that if they all were to actually try, he would've been dead ages ago. But luckily for him, despite being oh so enraged, so angry, they were still soft . Especially against him.

What an advantage. A pitiful one, but it works in his favor.

Avoiding a narrowly hit arrow, he maneuvered and got on his players comms.

He looked up in time to see Iskall in his face. But it was too late. He'd already pressed the button.

"Goodbye," He breathed, loud enough for him to hear. Eyes looking up, narrowing almost tauntingly, he added; "Friends."

Grian left the game

***

Xelqua joined the game

He breathed. Actually breathed after what felt like an eternity. He has never felt more pliant in the breathless air of the realm, more relieved. It felt like he just went through hell and back. Goodness.

He just now realized the amount of sweat that trickled on his forehead, or actually, his entire body. The small cuts and bruises he got probably during the struggle but didn't fully notice. The small tear in his sweater, alongside his sweatpants. He groaned, those were his favorites. He's gonna have to get new clothes.

As the adrenaline began to fade away and his mind unfogged, he froze. He remembered. What he did. To them .

An image of Scar's liveless body, the sound of Tango's agonized screaming, the memory of hatred.

Their hatred.

Towards him.

They hated him now.

Looking down, more specifically at the device pocketed in his ragged up pants, he stared blankly. He shouldn't be affected. He knows. He shouldn't. He couldn't .

But something lurches in his stomach, his mind spinning. He shouldn't be affected. It was no longer his will to care.

Everything was okay.

*Beep*

Recognizing the ring, he immediately pulled himself out of his mind and got his comms out, realizing that he was still in the spawn halls.

|•→ ᒲᒷᒷℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ [ᓵ𝙹ꖎ𝙹∷ ᔑꖎᔑʖᔑᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ∷]

ℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡╎ᓵ: ↸ᒷᓵ╎ᒲᔑℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ 𝙹⎓ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ∷ᔑ⎓ℸ ̣ 

𝙹ʖᓭᒷ∷⍊ᒷ↸ ʖ||: ꖌ∷ᔑ ̇/∷𝙹ᓭ, ⎓╎⎓ℸ ̣ ⍑ ╎リ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒲᔑリ↸ᒷ↸ ꖎᒷᔑ↸

!¡∷𝙹ᓵᒷᒷ↸╎リ⊣ᓭ ꖎᒷᔑ↸ ʖ||: ⋮ᔑ ̇/ᔑ, ⍑ᒷᔑ↸ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᓵ∷ᒷℸ ̣  ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ

∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒲᔑリ↸ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹∷|| !¡∷ᒷᓭᒷリᓵᒷ 𝙹⎓

⨅ᒷ╎ᓵ⍑╎, ⎓𝙹∷ᒲᒷ∷ ⎓╎∷ᓭℸ ̣  ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒲᔑリ↸ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ╎リ⎓𝙹∷ᒲᔑℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ ᔑリ↸ ᓭᒷᓵ𝙹リ↸ ꖎᒷ⍊ᒷꖎ ⎓∷𝙹リℸ ̣ ╎ᒷ∷, ᓵ⚍∷∷ᒷリℸ ̣  𝙹ʖᓭᒷ∷⍊ᒷ∷ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᓵ∷ᒷ∷ ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ 

⨅⍑ᒷ∷ᔑ⊣𝙹ᓭ, ⍑ᒷᔑ↸ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ᔑᓵꖌ ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ

リ╎ ̇/||ᒷ, ⍑ᒷᔑ↸ 𝙹⎓ !¡𝙹∷ℸ ̣ ᔑꖎ ᓵ𝙹リℸ ̣ ∷𝙹ꖎ ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ

 ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ, ⨅||リ𝙹, ᔑリ↸ ||∷||∷ᔑ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᓵ∷ᒷℸ ̣  ↸╎⍊╎ᓭ╎𝙹リ 

╎ꖎ⍊ᔑ╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ, ᒲ╎∷ᔑ⊣𝙹ꖎ↸, ᔑリ↸ ᒲ||ᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᔑꖎ, ᔑᓭᓭ𝙹ᓵ╎ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷᓭ

 ̇/ᔑリℸ ̣ ⍑⚍ᓭ, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∷𝙹⚍⊣ᒷ ←•|

Skimming the message, he nearly dropped the device. Kraxros. Multiple division heads. And Traitor listeners too apparently.

"Gri! There you are!"

He flinches at the name, at the hand suddenly on his shoulder. Fight or flight, on pure instinct, his hand flared up and magic was ready to be thrown at-

"Goodness endstones – Calm down! It's me!"

"Oh." He blinked. The sparks in his hand immediately dissipated, his arm dropping back down to the side of his chest. "SB."

"Did I startle you that badly?" He sighs. Briefly looking around the room, everyone in the spawn area was looking at them oddly now.. "You were going to kill me! Anyways- let's go, we'll be late for the briefing meeting!"

Without bidding another second to relapse, SB dragged Grian along out of the halls.

"SB what-" He said, confusion clearly laced in voice. "What's going on??"

"What's going on? You know what's going on!" The other responded without much thought, almost offhandedly. "We're launching the attack."

Was everything truly okay?