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An enormous advantage in endurance was, as BeeCee was now realizing, a gift and a curse. When she was still a newbie, she had been thrilled to find that the local beasties surrounding Winwintar did little more than slap her wrists when striking damage against her Surgeon class. Therefore, she quickly spent all of the gold she aquired in starter quests to skip past the weaponry shop and enter the clothing boutique to improve her appearance. She also immeadiately afterwards took off from Winwintar, past the area that perhaps low level newbies like herself should have stayed leveling at, and straight into the dangerous mountain territory surrounding the data bubble.
She was quickly returning to the Data Bubble now...salivating herd of enormous Wereboars in tow.
"Whhhhhhhhy-" She shrieked, dashing desperately down the sloping hill of snow and ice. The Wereboars, extremely angry by her failed attempt to destroy thier den, bounded at her heels with disturbing squeals and bellows. That only made her run faster--sadly, she was not a class from Spa'ring, and the pig men were gaining quickly.
"Why didn't I focus on movement for a skill???" she screamed desperately to herself, mentally kicking her backside. The moment of distraction would be her downfall--just then, her feet flew over her head, as she tripped and tumbled down a sudden steep fall of the hillside.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuu-" was her exclamation the entire way down.
Finally, with an 'oomph' she hit the bottom. She winced, covered in snow that soaked her meager cloth armor--no wonder her stamina hadn't lasted her as long as she thought. Obviously, climate would be harsher outside the data bubble.
The data bubble.
BeeCee looked up, green hair crusted with snow--it was just a few yards away. Just a few yards. She tried to crawl to the safety of the bubble, at least to get out of this damn blizzard--seemed no such luck, what with her health and stamina bar being so low. What she wouldn't give for a potion right now!
The bellow of the agitated boars thundering down the hill made her snap around. They were going around the steep hillside--and they were quickly racing towards her. For the first time in the game, fear coursed through her. She fingered the hilt of the cleaver in her hand--a shamble of a piece of weaponry that she had bought after, what...three quests ago? Just as shambly as the slingshot at her side. A million curses stringed across her mind.
The only thing she had in reserve was what was strapped to her back, completely unused. It had been with her through the entire game--a heavy piece of cumbersome metal, not like the bonesaws and syringes she had seen on other Surgeons. She had an opinion that it was a glitch--some joke the game creators had given her. For god's sakes, it didn't even LOOK like a normal spirit weapon--it was a giant monkey wrench! For this reason, she had ignored it and bought a mediumly expensive cleaver to make up for its lack of use. Fudge spirit weapons. Tempermental things.
The largest of the wereboars, with blood red hair and dripping yellow tusks, was now so close she could hear it breath. Her cleaver would do no good to it--chopping attacks seemed to have little effect on its hide. She had nothing to stab or club it with, nothing to shoot at it except for pebbles. It was her last weapon...if she didn't do something, she'd be dead and have to return all the way back to her save point.
Which had just happened to be right back at the wereboar den.
Great.
"Alright," she murmured, slipping the bonds off the sledgewrench and carefully putting it in her hand. Yes, she was talking to an oversized monkey wrench; couldn't spirit weapons sometimes talk back though? "I've known we've had our differences...Sledgy. But, I think, if there was ever a time for you to prove yourself, Sledgy...now would definitely be the time!"
She screamed the latter; the wereboar was right in front of her, his tusks aimed at her throat. Luckily--or unluckily--she slumped back to be flung away from it, landing in the snow. She had dropped her arm holding the initially wieghtless sledgehammer to be sunk by it to the ground. The wereboar charged ahead unheeded a few yards, before it finally looked up and realized it had missed its prey. He turned back around, just as BeeCee lifted her head to spout out snow.
"SLEDGY!" she screamed, standing up. The sledgewrench stoically remained as heavy as a ton, making her look ridiculous as she tried desperately to lift it with two hands. This was how it must have been glitched--not only was it a monkey wrench, it had random tantrums in which it would suddenly increase its mass and drop uselessly to the ground.
"Sledgy, stop it. This isn't the--"
'Don't call me Sledgy.'
BeeCee blinked incredulously. Was...did she just hear a voice in her head?
Before logic could even step in to contradict this absurd idea, the voice returned. 'Yes, and you can keep berating me all you like, stupid girl. I am not getting up for nothing.'
Very male, she thought. And very sarcastic. Almost snooty.
The wereboar was upon BeeCee again.

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Suppose to be a post for AntiVirus, til I learned that spirit weapons don't exactly have personalities and AIs. Kind of made me not to do it anymore after that.