Carnage In Another World

"I don't think we were ever introduced" Adrian said as he sat down in the other chair in the room. It was located near the door. "My names Adrian, it's nice to meet you."

"My name is Ferrum, and don't start calling me fairy, got that!" , Ferrum exclaimed while pointing with his metallic arm.

"So, how does that work?", Adrian asked, gesturing at the prosthetic arm unable to hold back his curiosity.

"I'm not quite sure myself really, but it's pretty sweet right?" Ferrum replied cheerfully, flexing his new arm with a grin on his face.

"Well, I guess I'll be heading back to the guild now. I'll catch you later", Adrian said, [I need some sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open]

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Outside the guild, Raal was standing there waiting for Adrian's return. "When's that little prick going to show", he asked impatiently, "I'm going to make him pay for humiliating me like that"

Adrian could see the great a.s.s standing in front of the guild from a distance, "Oh, that's just great." he frowned.

As soon as Raal spotted Adrian he ran over, "hand over the money you earned today and I might let you off."

"I spent it already, though I wouldn't give it to you if I hadn't" Adrian sneered, his voice filled with annoyance. "If you leave now, I won't lose all decorum"

"Ha! You think you can defeat me? phht... kneel to me and beg for mercy, better yet, slap yourself 20 times! Do that, and I may forgive you for spending my money" Raal declared while chuckling arrogantly.

"Don't regret your words later," Adrian said "I may, more often than not, be passive. However, you've brought this upon yourself."

Raal drew his weapon, the same shoddy battle axe Adrian saw him use before. "Draw your weapon, sc.u.m. You want people saying I pick on the weak?"

"Come if you want, let's see if you're able to make me draw my sword" Adrian sneered. He pulled out the sheath his blade was stored in, "This should suffice, I believe."

Raal's eyes turn red with fury "arrogance!" he bellowed as he charged forward, his axe cleaving a jagged line through the air.

Adrian simply opened his inventory then dodged slightly to the right, swinging the sheath. Before it could collide with Raal's face, he closed the menu. The sheath struck Raal's face with an audible 'smack!'.

The strike stung his face, causing him to stumble. Raal was dumbstruck, by the time he saw the sheath it had already struck his face. Like a bull, he charged forward again only to see stars for a second time.

Adrian proceeded to strike over and over, feeling his grievances decrease with every swing. "This is great therapy, how do you feel now? Still think this was a good idea" Adrian taunted, "Lucky for you I'm not a murderer, but at least now your face matches your personality"

Raal's face had only been struck on his cheeks, so his face had ironically swollen giving off the appearance of a large a.s.s. " pleth.. spray.. meh.., ih suhrenhur." Raal cried through his disfigured cheeks.

"This is not out of the question, but how will you make this up to me. I think I should go to the guards." Adrian said with a wicked smile, "but if you kneel before me and slap your face 20 times, I might just let you go"

Hearing his words spewed back at him, Raal coughed up blood. Never had he felt so stifled. He regretted his choice of words, 'pwap!.... pwap!' could be heard echoing throughout the town, along with his pathetic cries. It was almost sad. After the 20th smack, his face was swollen so far past the point of recognition, even his immediate family would not be able to recognize him.

"This must be your final form! You have truly evolved into the a.s.s king. Now, take your trash and leave. Remember this lesson well." Adrian scoffed peering at Raal's face, which was no longer distinguishable from an a.s.s "Just keep in mind, the next time you anger someone, they may not be as merciful as me". Finally, he walked into the guild after, now more exhausted then before.

Only a few moments after his head hit the pillow, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

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While Adrian was resting, the a.s.s of a.s.s spun a wild tale to his brother Arthur. Tales of how he had been harassed and needed to have his grievances avenged. The shamelessness of the bronze a.s.s knew no bounds.

After he heard the wild tale his brother had spun, truthfully he did not believe it. Arthur decided to confront Adrian on the matter. Even if Raal was a notorious liar, he was still his younger brother.

Who wouldn't be angered to see the state of their little brother's face? Thus the first thing the next morning, Arthur brought his weapon and headed for the guild hall.