Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 291. Game of Tag

I stumbled backward, my face turned to mush; I couldn’t see anything even with my good eye.

"KENNY!" The commander hollered, running to me.

Besides, the pain was unbelievable. Was this karma for smashing Skinny Guy’s face? Though that fucker had deserved it.

I felt the figure coming closer again and teleported instinctively to what I guessed was the other side of the clearing.

I can teleport as long as it is inside this world, huh?

But I can’t leave the commander alone here. Fuck.

I sunk my teeth into my wrist to drink my own blood, feeling the swelling of my good eye lessen, giving me the opportunity to see the figure running toward me, swinging again the fist that was doused with my blood.

I teleported to the other side of the clearing, continuing to drink my blood.

No idea why this worked, but I felt the swelling of my overall face lessen as the figure nearly reached me.

I teleported to the other side of the clearing, stalling for time to heal and think.

Whatever the reason, it was only fucking fair that I was profiting from the giant’s blood that ran through my veins as well. It also helped me with the fever back then. I should drink it myself every time I get future headaches and see if it would help.

My shattered cheekbone reconnected to my skull when the figure reached me again, again swinging the fist that was no longer wet from my blood. The crystals had absorbed it, giving the figure an entirely red fist, while the rest of its body was still only marked by red veins.

I teleported again, still sucking my own blood, when I heard a ’plop’—my dislocated shoulder springing back into place.

The figure reached me sooner than before, but this time I stood near a tree and only teleported away when the fist was about to meet me.

From the other side of the clearing, I saw how the figure ran into the tree, giving me a few more seconds before it got up again, running at me senselessly.

Regrettably, the tree didn’t harm the figure one bit.

Well, I could also teleport farther away; the chances that the commander would turn into its target were relatively low. But I didn’t need much longer to heal, so I continued with this fucked-up rodeo.

I felt my eye rebuild; that hurt way more than the rest of my face, but it was worth it because soon I could see from both of my eyes again. Well, being able to heal so inhumanely was definitely a reason to thank the giant for slaughtering his way into the godly realm.

Fuck, what am I even thinking?

My nose was the last part, healing relatively fast, and soon I felt a bit weaker because of the ’blood loss’ but was overall back to glory.

The commander watched from the side, trying to throw his wooden knife or stall the figure otherwise, but it was moving too fast for him to intercept in any way.

When I was able to speak again, I yelled at him,

"STAY AWAY!"

Now the question was how to take this thing on. Something made of wood or something that had the power to smash that fucked-up crystal thing.

What about a baseball bat made of aluminum?

"IS ALUMINUM SPARKABLE?" I yelled at the commander before suddenly remembering.

That fucked-up hammer from the commander’s world—the one made of wood, with which we prisoners had to smash stones as a daily activity.

"FORGET IT!" I yelled at the commander before he could answer me as I conjured up the hammer. The next time I teleported to the other side of the clearing, I waited the few seconds for the figure to reach me.

When it was close, I teleported a bit to the side and smashed its head with the hammer before teleporting to the other side of the clearing again. My shoulder didn’t dislocate this time, which was good news. The hammer also remained intact.

I saw the figure stop for a few seconds before it turned around and ran back to me. On its head was a clear crack.

"AHAHAHA!" Got you, you damn thing.

I smashed its head again when it was close to me, teleporting back.

"IT WORKS!" I yelled to the commander standing by.

Now I would just have to take it down, reminding me of the game I got from Henry for my birthday. Just find a monster in the high grass, and if it is stronger than your own monster, wear its HP down slowly but surely.

Each time I smashed the hammer against its head, the crack widened. The figure stopped for a bit longer, and then, finally, its head crumbled from its shoulders after the ninth hit.

Yet it didn’t stop there; even without a head, it ran from side to side, charging at me to get its hands on my blood or just kill me because I vomited on its feet—who the fuck knows?

Next, I smashed its upper body each time it reached me, where its heart sat. A crack formed as it had with its head, spreading all over its torso, until, again after endlessly wearing it down, that damn thing shattered fully after being struck by the hammer.

This time I didn’t teleport away, looking down at the milky white and red crystals that were scattered all over the grass.

I fell to my knees, so damn exhausted, but still holding the hammer as if it were my goddamn lifeline.

The commander ran to me, grabbing my face to check for my injury.

"Are you alright? Half of your face had been missing!"

"Yeah." I still stared at the ground, fearing the crystals would gather again, starting the chase once again.

"What kind of wood is this?" I asked, holding the hammer.

"Where did you get that from?" The commander asked, apparently recognizing it.

"It’s not made of wood; it’s plastic."

I finally looked at him incredulously.

"That thing was destroyed by plastic?"

"Mhm, a combination of polycarbonate, polyamide-imide, PEEK, and 2DPA-1. All are known for their impact resistance; because of that and their light weight, we use them for mining, on construction sites, for bulletproof glass, helmets, etc. This specific hammer is used in prisons so that the prisoners could work with it."

Yeah, smashing stones—that’s the work you are talking about.

"Why does it look like wood?" I asked him.

"It was designed to look like wood. Just because things look like wood doesn’t mean they are made of wood." He chuckled, and I felt again a bit of pity for the dumb from him.

Ah.

I stared back at the ground.

What should we do now? Gather the crystals and scatter them in the cardinal directions? Or pour salt over them?

I was still thinking when the commander picked me up, carrying me princess style back in the direction we came from, across the clearing.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Just rest; I’ll carry you while we try to find the others."

"You know I can teleport, right?"

"We shouldn’t get separated." He answered coolly.

"What if that thing rebuilds itself again? Shouldn’t we gather the crystals or something? Fuck, what about my blood that should be on the ground everywhere?" My arms and legs felt so heavy that I opted for using him as my means of transport for now. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Look." He motioned with his chin at the ground not far away, and when I looked at it, I saw that the grass crystals had turned black, as if they had been destroyed or something.

The commander stepped at them, and they crumbled to ashes.

I looked my head back to the smashed figure and saw that the red and white crystals were also turning slowly black.

The commander also looked back before he continued to walk where we had come from.

"It shouldn’t be a problem."

"Yeah, I can see that." I said with annoyance when we both heard an earthshattering scream in the silent scenery.

I recognized Mr. Aslan’s voice, as he not only screamed gutturally but also some words I couldn’t make out.

Ah yes, the link with his counterpart had been established.

There was that as well.