How should I describe the peculiar sensation that was currently crawling up my arm? Uncomfortably warm would be a good one. It was also, for lack of better words 'skittery'; it was as if the legs of several large centipedes were tapping at my skin as they moved around, but from the inside. Overall, it wasn't exactly painful, but still thoroughly unpleasant. Even so, my trusty sixth sense wasn't telling I was in imdiate danger, so for the ti being I forcefully suppressed the anxiety slowly welling up from the pit of my stomach and faced the distressed huntress still sitting on the ground.
"Your sword is asking to 'let her in'. Is that normal?" I asked with as level a voice as I could manage at the mont.
"What? No!" she shouted back to , which I acknowledged with an absent-minded nod.
She apparently wanted to say sothing else as well, but before she could, I let out a long grumble in Faunish.
"[I can't help but discern that our disard interloper is yet to be apprehended.]"
As if woken from a daze, both Karukk and the other Fauns who ca into the open once I took Rinne's sword sprung to action, practically tripping over each other in their hurry to be the first to subdue her, and in about a second she completely disappeared under a mountain of bodies. I'm not going to lie, the sight was a tad unnerving, but I had more pressing matters at the mont, therefore I smoothly ignored the ruckus in front of and focused on the blade in my hand.
""
"{Chief, I'm hearing so kind of static noise. Is everything all right out there?}"
"Sorry Dormouse, I'm kind of busy right now; I'm being tempted to join the dark side at the mont."
"{By that Rinne woman?}"
"No, her annoying sword." I only realized that what I said must have sounded quite silly, so I quickly added, "It's a long story."
""
I naturally ignored the creepy voice demanding my attention, and instead focused on the much more soothing, if currently equally ethereal voice of my girlfriend instead.
"{I imagine,}" she responded, her tone telling that she was expecting a proper explanation once things settled down a little. "{If you have the leeway to talk like this, I suppose it's not a serious situation.}"
"It's hard to say. We're not at the body-snatching battle-of-the-wills part yet." I didn't get any reaction to that, and maybe for the better. "Jokes aside, the battle is over out here, so you can co out of the closet if you want to."
"{I'm fine here, don't worry about . Rather, did you just say 'body-snatching'?}"
"I'm just exaggerating… I think."
While I was chatting with Judy, the Faun successfully subdued the huntress, and even tied her up with so kind of thin, bright orange rope. They also looked really proud of their handiwork, which I didn't mind, though there was one small question that still bothered about the situation.
"Where did you get that?"
My inquiry made the guys glance at each other, as if to decide who should answer , right until Hrul raised his hand.
"[It's an extension cord. Milord said he wanted to capture her alive, so I grabbed it when I brought the bandages.]"
"[Wise,]" Brang noted with a satisfied grin.
"Yeah, good thinking," I agreed without any reservations. "Remind to give you a performance bonus once I get around to giving you your first paycheck."
In the anti, the currently kneeling Rinne, flanked by one Faun on each side, appeared to be utterly bamboozled by the situation, which probably wasn't helped by her only understanding one side of the conversation. After taking off the mask and sparing one last glance at the annoying sword still clinging to my hand, I turned to her for so answers.
"So, now that things have cald down a bit and nobody is trying to kill anyone, can you please explain what the hell is going on with this stupid sword?"
"" It was at this point that I started running out of patience, so I gestured for Brang to raise the spear I loaned to him, and the mont he did so, I unceremoniously whacked the flat of the blade against it. ""
"Quiet, you dumb, oversized bread-knife."
"" the unstable (in more ways than one) giant scread as it once more tried to reach out towards , only to be rebuked by another slap from my Phantom Limb.
I waited for it to finish throwing its outburst, and a couple of minutes plus a few more slaps later it finally cald down a little.
"So, now that we established the pecking order," I noted while dividing my attention between it and analyzing the inner workings of the inner layer of the shell around the yarn-ball, "How about you stop being obstinate and let go? In reality, I an."
"" she roared, yet instead of being scary, she simply sounded petulant. ""
"But why? Don't you already have Rinne?" I tried to reason with it, but the giant had none of it.
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