Reaping what you sow

"I am filled with joy to see that John, the man I trusted with my cause and destiny, has shown to be wise and noble. It lightens my soul to know that he is willing to sacrifice his most holy bond for the sake of his comrades. It is not my will nor my right to deny such a heart warming sacrifice as he portrays it. Please know, that my limited powers and knowledge is at your disposal for this task," Ashthyn elaborated in front of the confused looking women and the wide smiling Hero Maker.

"Thank you... Ashthyn, was it? I will most certainly enjoy being around you, pal." He gave him a pat on the back, which confused the elf but both just separated from each other.

Layklé was the next to step forward, just as eager as Ashthyn had just been. John sighed. Nothing this demon was about to say about him could be anything good.

"I as well would like to say what he said... I am okay with him doing that, too. And I am filled with... oh hell, I don't care if he is married or not." John swallowed his laughter. He didn't know why Layklé wanted to copy Ashthyn's weird speech pattern, but the fact that she didn't say anything bad about him was reason enough to be relieved and better not intervene.

"I am glad to hear that," the Hero Maker said and lastly turned to Paw, either not noticing or ignoring the pout he was getting from the busty succubus.

Paw breathed in and out deeply before stating with a firm voice. "I would agree to this as well under one condition. Can we cut off his dick, just to be certain he won't do anything stupid?" John was shocked. Did this girl not realize the situation they were in? How could she make such a joke now? These people might take it serious?!

"No!" Layklé shouted before anyone else replied to that. "I still need it! You can't cut it off just yet!" She was visibly shocked by the idea which surprised John given her previous plans.

The Hero Maker laughed loudly to losen up the awkward silence that followed but to no avail.

"Paw dear." One of the heroes said while stepping forward. It was the blonde. What was her name again? Naomie? "That wasn't a very nice thing to say. You should apologize to John for it." She was now standing right between Paw and him.

Paw spat out a cold laugh. "Apologize? To him? I would rather die!" Oh god this again. John was really reconsidering Layklé's offer by now. If she 'drank' paw, the power boost would be bigger than the loss he had to deal with. Especially if keeping her alive meant things like this would happen.

"And why would you say that?" Naomie asked, calm and relaxed, as if she was talking to a child.

"Oh who knows? Maybe because he **** me? Or because he enslaved me against my will? Because he took me away from my family or maybe it was because he freaking **** me to lick his mother's cunt for an entire night!" She talked herself in a frenzy which ended with tears in her eyes. To John's shock, he saw realization on Henrietta's face. He did mention this to her but she must have taken it as a joke back then. Until now.

"Would you excuse me for a second dear?" Naomie said, not one bit louder or less calm than before, while slowly turning around to John. "John, I hope you understand that you have brought this upon yourself." Before he could reply or say anything he felt pain.

His back was crushing into something, his vision was blurry and he felt himself flying through the air, only for a short moment before he felt another mind numbing pain shoot through his back.

As his thought managed to catch up with the event he saw the room he just stood in... from the outside. Around him were multiple pebbles and rocks on the floor and as he stood up, gamer's body already took away the pain, he realized what had happened. This lunatic had somehow thrown him through the wall and into the next one. Following an instinct he checked his HP...

What the... This had almost killed him. He was about to charge back in there and give the girl what she had coming but a coughing from behind was stopping him.

John turned around and saw Henrietta lying on the floor behind him. How did she get there? No. Wait. Not important now. She was coughing up blood and both her arms looked broken in multiple places... As did her feet... and spine. Oh shit. "I need a healer!" John shouted. These heroes all had some powers right? Surely one of them could heal her. Right? Someone had to be able to heal her.

"YOU ALL! HENRIETTA IS HURT!" He shouted back at the room again. This worked better. They all came running and gathered around. The Hero Maker instantly went to work, laying his palms on Henrietta's forehead. Okay. So he was a healer. That was good.

Naomie tipped on John's shoulder and he turned around to look into her pale eyes. "If anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible," she said with an almost breaking voice.

It was enough to make John snap. He jumped up and stood in front of the psycho. "Oh no, you wannabe Hero. Don't you dare to blame me for this. You threaten my life and hers by throwing me at her, and then you dare to insult me over it? Who do you think you are? Do not, EVER, talk to me again like that, do you understand?" John knew full well that this girl could probably kill him just as easy as he killed flies, given the power she had just shown, but he didn't care. He was not in the mood to be insulted like that.

But all Naomie did was shake her head and talk to the Hero Maker right past John. "I am sorry, I can't work with him. He has a teammate who is hating him and is potentially traumatised by their relationship, a succubus he stated himself to be willing to kill him..." Layklé made an attempt to speaking up but Naomie didn't give her the chance.

"... and he is so weak, that he is endangering the people around him as we see now. But all of that would have been a thing I could have dealt with if he were not that much of an egoistic asshole. He just arrived here and has no idea how strong your healing is, and yet he considered it more important to defend his pride than to assist you, or to see if he could do anything to safe the person who just jumped behind him to save his god damn life from the crash, I assume. I refuse to go on any missions with him. The fact that I have not yet killed him should be a proof of my loyalty to you." And with that she stomped away.

Seeing her chance, Layklé said what she earlier could not. "I never wanted to kill him. We were just playing around. You know... I am really fun to be around at... as a friend... or more... Not that I'm suggesting anything... I just mean..." John sighed and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Just drop it. I dont think that you are the reason this happened." She looked around confused, obviously unable to grasp the situation, but John hadn't the mind to focus on her right now. He used every cell in his brain not to explode in rage. And he was almost certain that he only succeeded thanks to gamer's spirit in the first place.

"Based on her words, I assume you will be healing Henrietta without a problem?" he asked the Hero Maker directly, to which he only got a silent nodding from the otherwise so joyful seeming man. Good. "Alright. I guess due to your reputation I can't just leave now, so please send someone later who brings me to my friends and family." John had no intentions of staying on the team after what just happened. It would end with a corpse and given the power difference, most likely his.

Without waiting for further responses from anyone, he walked through the shattered wall and back into the room and from there over to the place they had let him rest before. Lucky enough he didn't run into anyone on the way, or he might have made yet another enemy.