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[notblayde]

[It was the fifth raid in as many days. Matt wasn't one to complain or even judge when it came to enjoying oneself in a virtual world, but there were only so many times R4gn0r0k could help Murderkillgore sweep dungeons; Truth be told after the dozenth run the thrill of running a completely broken face-rolling character runs dry.

Even the angry screams from PvPers got... Dull after a while. Something Matt thought would never happen. Something about doing it day in, day out, though...]

Break.

[It wasn't a request, but a tiny command coming from the voice channel]

We have a - I want to say five? Minute break we can take coming up. I need to stretch. [He also felt like he would go mad if he had to stare at a giant cow go bloody mad across endless mobs for another moment, but]

[slaughterism]

[He huffed even before Matt had finished. A break? A break?! But what about all the momentum they'd picked up! What about their time? A finger all but slapped the keyboard.]

Murderkillgore: k

[And the mighty Tauren ground to a dead halt. He failed to pull the remaining monsters, or draw aggro on the boss -- whom only had a smidgen of health left as it was. But that did mean said monsters veered off from the tough kill that Murderkillgore's massive pool of hit points and heavy armor guaranteed, and toward squishier prey.]

[notblayde]

[Oh. That went better than expected, actually. Matt was expecting more of an argument, or - Wait.

What was he...]

What are you doing? This isn't the break! Are you listening? I said it was coming up!

[There's a panicked flurry of keys and curses of 'prissy bloody tanks' before Matt even thinks to remove his finger from the push-to-talk button as he scrambles to remedy the situation. Broken or not, a sudden wave of aggro on a glass cannon took a lo of dancing to keep alive.]

Christ!

[slaughterism]

[Thanks to is particular pact, Caim couldn't laugh. Or, more accurately, his laughter made no sound, aside from a stilt in his breathing. It took knowing him fairly well to pick out the sound in any case, as he wasn't prone to laughing. But watch a few episodes of Nyghtblade with him, and it was identifiable. Caim didn't bother muting himself -- to his mind there was really no point.]

Murderkillgore: You spoke of a stretch. I only thought to provide.

[Yeah, Caim, that was real convincing with Murderkillgore dancing in place.]

[notblayde]

[Were he in a situation that lent itself more to passive perception, Matt may have picked up on the silent laughter. As it stands, he could barely hear his own thoughts over the cacophony of keys being slapped haphazardly.]

You know, if I die here - [OK, that was a really lucky dodge, there was no way he should have survived that.] - You'll fail, too.

[It isn't until after he says it that he realizes it could be taken as a challenge. Shit]

[slaughterism]

Murderkillgore: Will I?
Murderkillgore: Are you certain?
Murderkillgore: Or have I soloed this dungeon before?

[Murderkillgore raised his meaty arms in a taunt. Caim didn't particularly care if Matt had the spare second to catch the motion.

Cruelly, he let Matt flounder for a few seconds longer.

And then, because while Caim was an ass he wasn't the sort to abandon someone completely to their doom, the overly muscled Tauren leapt brutally onto the offending monster in a whirlwind of steal and lines of white numbers.]