( Rocky's POV )
The night before the floor raid was a complicated one for Rocky, for he could not sleep despite being in the comfort of his soft bed mattress.
With his superior hearing, he could listen to the faint snores of Buhara from the other room of his house. However, unlike the Orc, sleep did not find him a night before their raid on floor 21.
Somehow Rocky kept twisting and turning with anxiety, as his body excreted unnatural amounts of sweat, as he experienced something close to a sudden panic attack.
Memories of the night where his sister was kidnapped kept haunting him, while the thought of what would happen with Sophia tomorrow also made his nerves act out.
Rocky's whole gambit tomorrow was based off the assumption that Sophia wished him harm, however, it wasn't a certainty as of yet.
If Sophia wished harm not only to him but also to her Olympian family, not betraying him in the end, then his plan would probably fail horribly and would perhaps cost him his life and his sister her freedom.
"Why is this so hard? Why can't I feel assured of myself and my plan?
Is it because I'm weak?
Is it because I can only win via deceit?" Rocky wondered as he bit the edges of his bedsheet and tore it through sheer force.
*Summon Chun*
Feeling too anxious, Rocky decided to summon little Chun out of his soul space, as the little rabbit was surprised to be called out suddenly into unfamiliar surroundings.
"Why did you call for me human?... What is this place? What is this soft white structure that I'm standing over?" Chun asked in his signature style, as Rocky picked him up and hugged him close to his chest without giving it a reply.
"I guess I'll get used to this..." Rocky accepted, as he moved his focus to his new weapons.
Strapping the heavier sword, the 'Dragon's Wrath' to his right, and the lighter one, the 'Phoenix's Talon' to his left, Rocky unsheathed them both and swung them around a bit to get used to the blade's weight and balance.
Since back at the university he did practice with swords weighing around 25kg, the weight of 30 and 35 kg swords did not feel excessive to him as with his superior strength he was able to swing them easily, however, it was surely above the weight that he was used to.
Overall the blades felt incredibly well made and balanced.
The weight gave him assurance that even if he smashed the blades at a wrong angle, they would not chip or break, which was a huge psychological relief.
"Woah! Look at you Sir Rocky.... You look terrifying" said Erin as he came back from gearing up himself, and was shocked to see Rocky in proper full gear for the first time ever.
At 7'2", with the build of an orc and rippling muscles, Rocky already looked like a mountain of a man in general, however, with a thick armor and shoulder pads over him, and two massive gleaming swords in hand, he truly looked the part of a mythic butcher.
*Shhinggg*
Sheathing his swords, Rocky nodded towards Erin, thinking that his compliment was vain, however, as he looked across the room and realized that everyone was staring at him in fear, Rocky finally understood that Erin's compliment wasn't in vain and that he actually looked imposing in full gear.
"BUHAHAHAHARA! Puny human looks strong today! I'm feeling an itch to fight you..." said Buhara when he glanced towards Rocky as he too looked terrifying in full gear with his legendary staff-axe in hand.
"Alright, enough chatter, it's time to move out–" said a voice over the guild speakers, as Karna called for full guild mobilization. Explore stories at m,v l'e-novelhall.net
The time for preparations and talk was over!
The time for war had begun!