West smirked, drawing his sword with a quick flourish and turned around, sprinting towards the nearest of the pack of boars. His mind was solely on the game, he had already forgotten about his life outside of this world. West didn't exist anymore, he was Lutwin, the knight that was going to clear this game single handedly. He flipped himself over the first boar he came to, slashing with his sword as he did so. West could never do things like this, Lutwin was superior in every way. He was faster, stronger and smarter. His sword glowed as he dodged the boars attack, stepping to one side and smashing the blade into the pigs side, obliterating it into a shroud of dust. A sudden wave of warmth filled Lutwin as the number next to his name ticked over to two. His first level up and it felt wonderful.
He spun around and dug his sword into the next boar. The boar struck back, goring West in the side. It hurt, a real physical pain that shot through West, more intense than anything that he had ever felt before, but he didn't stop. His HP bar was still in the green, so he swung his sword again and again, embracing the pain in his side and cleaving through the boar. He didn't need to think here, he just needed to play the game and it was an amazing game. He felt the weight of every strike of the sword, the throb of every hit the pig made. This was what games were supposed to be, an escape from the real world. If the whole game was going to be like this, he wasn't sure he wanted to return to the 'real' world.
This was where Lutwin belonged, away from people in a field of boars watching numbers fly across his screen. He was already learning so much about his new home. Using his abilities were just as familiar to him as breathing was, his motions were fluid and graceful, something he could never be outside. This was what living was supposed to feel like. It wasn't about sitting in a chair looking at a screen, wondering about what people thought and felt about you, it was about leaping around killing boars inside the game. It was about the adventure.
"This... This is the greatest I've ever felt." West whispered between boars, more to himself than to anyone else, but still loudly enough for others to hear him.
He spun around and dug his sword into the next boar. The boar struck back, goring West in the side. It hurt, a real physical pain that shot through West, more intense than anything that he had ever felt before, but he didn't stop. His HP bar was still in the green, so he swung his sword again and again, embracing the pain in his side and cleaving through the boar. He didn't need to think here, he just needed to play the game and it was an amazing game. He felt the weight of every strike of the sword, the throb of every hit the pig made. This was what games were supposed to be, an escape from the real world. If the whole game was going to be like this, he wasn't sure he wanted to return to the 'real' world.
This was where Lutwin belonged, away from people in a field of boars watching numbers fly across his screen. He was already learning so much about his new home. Using his abilities were just as familiar to him as breathing was, his motions were fluid and graceful, something he could never be outside. This was what living was supposed to feel like. It wasn't about sitting in a chair looking at a screen, wondering about what people thought and felt about you, it was about leaping around killing boars inside the game. It was about the adventure.
"This... This is the greatest I've ever felt." West whispered between boars, more to himself than to anyone else, but still loudly enough for others to hear him.