"BBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG"

  The obsidian figure sunk deep into the fist as both collided. Red Fabric of the glove ripped off as the the hand recoiled back with a large dent in its knuckle.

  Piles and piles of loose spring kept piling behind the glove as it faltered.

  Sail fell to the floor and then toppled over like a chess piece.

  Smashing out of the obsidian coating he stared at Shilling who upon his face had a certain insane look. The look of a man staring at his own coming death. Such eyes were definitely still open, quite wide in fact. Very much alive.

  "RING!"

  Shilling couldn't respond at this point, he simply lead on his back shaking a silent bell with both hands profusely. 10 seconds had not yet passed.

  "..."

  Another fist shot forth upon the lying man and his bell.

  Orbiting Shilling like a celestial body, Sail dashed around in an instant to block the other fist. He even had time to place his hand out as though this would assist in the block.

  The fist collided and knocked Sail back once more. Both fists of the sucker punch were now floating either side..

  "RING IT"

  [Dash: 00:00:24]

  Shilling kept shaking rapidly. In the end, with an act as though he was getting impatient with the thing, he suddenly chucked the bell. The bell bounced lightly off the glove and with his only moving hand Shilling stretched up and snapped his fingers.

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

  Before the fist could even fall Sail was running.

  For a C ranked skill called dash, Sail had basically no expectations at a glance. For him, C rank or C tier was synonymous to a murky bronze, a barely passing grade. But such a thing as the C rank dash was the one thing that kept saving him. He would apologise to all his skills in due time.

  As he ran beside the trail of the spring, following door after door, he watched as the rooms washed by his view and reality trailed behind. To move one's body this fast was a freedom like none other especially in such giant rooms as these. He dragged the teru teru bozu against the spring but nothing happened..

  Sail couldn't help but find a sensation of joy riddle up through him even amidst all the current screaming anxiety and stress. He felt quite alive and began jumping upon the spring itself and ran with precise long strides.

  'Of course... Im an idiot... Why didn't i see it.. Noir with dash is my offence....I suppose im a torpedo...'

  He kept dashing and dashing. His feet always found themselves on nice loops on the spring with every step.

  As he kept dashing he then saw it, the end of the coil..

  Straight ahead within the last door sat a small wooden stool with 3 legs and a small purple box on top.

  The spring he was running on shrank down as it sucked into this final door. A door to a childs bedroom. Door 20.

  Even from where he was, Sail could see that the inside of this door depicted an enormous room packed with toys.

  But his eyes were locked on just one. A small cube.

  Upon the cube extended long springs on its top and both sides. All 3 slinkies were extended out across the room and into the 3 doors in front of it.

  [Dash: 00:00:16]

  Sail did not slow down a touch and instead stared deep at the room full of toys as though it were a china shop.

  He was intent on absolutely bulldozing through this box.

  But his target had disappeared.

  The second before he had entered, the inside of the door swiftly morphed and displayed a portal to a giant vortex of a corridor.

  Sail sped straight through not remotely stopping. If the door had been switched into a wall he would have certainly smashed strait against it.

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  'Damn It.'

  Running out of the door he found himself back where he had first arrived in this world. He had come through the entrance lobby door into the Ringright Manor central corridor.

  The ever slight tilt always made one feel like they were about to fall.

  .....1..

  ..2....

  ...3....4...

  [Dash: 00:00:11]

  Sail never stopped.

  On either side he ran past various rooms and doors all with a different font.

  ..5...6...7...8

  9...10...

  Sail kept running dead straight down the vortex. Reality morphed around him changing his direction of gravity but he simply ran. It was like being in a cement mixer.

  From the void at the far end appeared a ring of bright white pearls.

  As soon as the light reached his eyes Sail was riddled with fear.

  His legs buckled slightly for the first time and he slowed a little. His instincts were screaming against him to leave.. Turn... Stop..

  [Dash: 00:00:08]

  The orbs all span and stretched out into the formation of a line as if forbidding entry. They each then rose and sank at different heights like buoys on the surface of water forming a wave.

  The wave span and twisted like a screw and forged itself into a grotesque figure. A figure made of small orbs with more and more orbs coming out of the darkness collecting into its mass.

  The orbs were forming a sinking jaw. The eyes were spinning with smaller eyes. The...

  Running so fast he barely had time to process anything, Sail just tried focus all his attention at his timer and jumped slightly.

  His obsidian body crashed at full speed straight through the orb ghoul shattering it apart. There was practically no resistance and thus Sail undid his skill soon after, landing and running again as if nothing happened.

  The orbs bounced in all directions like he had hit a perfect strike. Many of the orbs rolled across the corridor and opened their little mouths letting forth a spiritual essence. For some, the empty space that was their mouths grew to take over their whole body turning them into non-existence.

  [Dash: 00:00:03]

  As the pearls all fell out across the corridor the orb ghoul dropped its power and Sail was suddenly blessed with a certain feeling like a boon from the heavens.

  Blessed with something you may call the anti-fear. A cure for a bug in the back of his mind. It felt like the sooth skill again.

  'That bastard...'

  By simply looking at the orb ghoul it forcibly amplified fear in its victims. The more orbs you saw the more the effect stacked.

  Sail didn't know exactly what happened and had no time to think about. He just kept running. Though he did laugh a little in a touch of mania. Even when dash ceased he kept laughing. He wasnt sure about why this was happening either...

  16...17.. As his speed dipped to pathetic levels he continued manually running down the dark vortex.

  There was a certain candelabra laid on the floor at one point... A fellow fallen brother...

  Sail ran past the ervants quarters of room 18 and then all the way down to the 19th room. He saw the door come into view upside down to his right deeper in the spiral. The door was wooden like that of a shed.

  'A shed door... probably the gardens out there... that one..'

  "Sound of silence"

  "Long fall"

  Sail, still with the acute hearing of audio perception, immediately heard the clear difference that was made with his actions now made silent. The slamming of his feet against the carpet was completely muted.

  He could tell that his own voice which had muttered the words "long fall" was only audible to himself.

  As for long fall.. why not.. Sail figured if dash was so much more than it first seemed maybe there was merit beyond the description of this C rank skill as well. There was no harm in using it anyway. Even if he saw no scenario where he'd fall and not be obsidian at the time.

  ..20...

  The door was placed straight ahead of him signalling the manor's end with a large clear 20.

  Sail finally stopped his running after successfully completing one lap of the corridor.

  His breath was ragged and his body was exhausted. The body he was possessing was certainly one much more durable, strong and resilient that the one he had on earth. But he had still pushed it to its limit.

  In complete silence, he grabbed the knob and opened room 20. The door did not creak or react at all. The room he entered was packed with all manor of giant gothic plushies, toys and dolls.

  In the centre sat a small purple box upon a stool. It was obvious with it being connected by long springs that hanged over half the room.

  The box now had a little jester head upon it with a black eye. Sail looked on from the side as he examined this small ghoul in silence.

  Its head was staring forward intently and bouncing in place frantically. It was fixated on 3 doors. Its two arms reached out fully into the ones either side with its face fixed on a door in the centre.

  Sail could see an arial view looking down at Shilling showcased in the center door.

  Without hesitation Sail ran up close and plunged his hand inside the little box. Right under the hole beneath its head he sunk his hand in.

  Sail reached with a passion as though he was certain he would win this raffle.

  Between the fingers on his right hand sat 2 teru teru bōzu he had been clenching the whole time.

  The Springs reacted instantly.

  They contracted back whipping up into the box as it rolled backwards escaping from the hand that had reached inside it. It fell of the stool and kept rolling further backwards. The jester head upon its top swiveled to look at what had just happened. Although its mask was static, it still radiated an air of confusion and rage.

  Sail's hand was sliced apart by the spring as it ejected his hand out. He looked at the silent blood pouring from his hand and turned such blood to stone. The statue stood with one hand holding the other and a black shining liquid frozen in place.

  The purple box rustled. The head of the sucker punch enlarged and took up the whole room as it screamed. Its size morphed over and over. Giant boxing gloves appeared out of thin air and suddenly clapped themselves together around an obsidian statue accomplishing nothing.

  The arms flailed about as the Sucker punch smashed its fists all across the room in a frenzy. Its lullaby was riddled with a stutter and was fading.

  The Sucker punch then reached inwards and tried pulling itself open. The small box was being clawed at by boxing gloves with no fingers as the ghoul tried to pull itself open and get the bozu out from inside.

  It was like watching someone try scratch out beetles from beneath their skin.

  The box swirled in a final scream and faded away in a gentle flash. Sail watched on as the ghoul was temporarily exorcised...

  For the first time in his life Sail felt the urge to scream for a victory.

  It was silent.