Sweat trickled down Dusty’s cheeks and dripped off his nose. He used the back of his arm to try to wipe it off. He clenched his hands trying to ignore all the cuts and nicks he had acquired practicing with his weapon. Progress was taking too long.
He let out a shaky breath as he sighed. He was bleeding, there were no hit points or stats, instead of a video game this was more like living in a video game world. He could die, and even more scary, so could Lindsey.
His hands clenched around his wheels again and once more he felt the blades slice into his tender flesh. It didn’t matter. He would improve, and he’d make sure that Lindsey did too. He was going to save her, and even win her back.
“You should tend to your wounds, Master Dusty.” Chided Alex as he came back into view. “Growing ca
