What is that (part 2)

<Nicholas/Lewis POV>

*several hours after being taken from the hospital*

"yawn, are we there yet, we've been on the train for hours?"

"we would already be there if you let me carry you" Andrew claims bitterly.

"As if"

"no seriously you picked the slowest method of getting there, just because you saw the train and thought it was neat" Andrew says still feeling bitter.

*sigh* I really cant argue with him, I did literally say 'wow that looks so neat lets ride on that one' even though I only said it because it looked like a train, still there is no way he could get us home faster with his two feet than a train can, I don't care how much he specialises in speed.

"I might have said that, but that's cause trains look better than the underground hyper-rail"

The hyper-rail is basically a monorail under ground that is powered by mana crystals and magnets, its very advanced, but it looks like a turtle crossed with a vulture stuck upside down and on tracks made of an ugly green metal with no windows or lights.

(host has gained a new mission level your drawing skill up to level 4 and then draw a real life subject from the world around you, rewards: status and a lvl up in the host worlds standards which will offer a choice between 6 abilities instead of 3)

god damn it I've got to draw again?!?! this is bull, I don't even have a pencil or paper, id better ask for some.

"Oi can you get me some paper" I yell at one of the workers of the train. "oh and a pencil"

<train worker POV>

" ...and a pencil!!" the strangely rude yet cute child shouts at me.

" yes right away young sir." I answer as politely as I can manage without laughing.

however I cant stifle a giggle as I turn away.

<Nicholas/Lewis POV>

I swear that worker just laughed at me, ill have to complain about that later.

"why are you acting like an arrogant adult your only 15 years old" I hear the mocking voice of Andrew point out a fact I had somehow managed to forget.

while slightly feeling aggrieved I turn to look out of the window, what I see shocks me.

Its around 9,8, built like Schwarzenegger {I had to google how it is spelt} covered in dark green skin and a head full of black hair, eyes that are just a shade of glowing red, its biceps as large as my waist, holding a wooden club, the club made of a strange grey wood, two large protruding fangs outline its face.

"what is that?!?" I ask Andrew still filled with shock

"oh that its just a D rank ORC nothing too important" he says nonchalantly

"but what if there where hundreds of them?" I ask unable to mask the fear in my voice.

"oh then they would be classed as an A class threat"

<Andrew shaw POV>

I take a quick look outside to see what Lewis is so scared about, peering through the slow moving dust, the hordes upon hordes of Orcs become more easily visible until they are all that fills my sight, lets take a quick count.

1,5,13,19,36,190,367,472,618,916,1094,1100,1298,1400,ooooooooh shit! That's a lot of ORCs this will take a few minuets to clear up, better get to work, how could Lewis downplay this as just hundreds absolutely ridiculous.

"well ill be back in a few minuets, have fun with your doodles" I say to Lewis, handing him the pencil and paper the train worker was about to speak up about.

<Nicholas/Lewis POV>

ahh well I guess its not as terrifying as I thought if Andrew can be so nonchalant about it guess ill just draw some buildings or something while I wait for the train to get to its destination.

<outside of the train>

A yellow blur flashes around the ORCs and rushes through their ranks, everywhere it passes an ORC falls with its body covered in a mix of deep and shallow cuts. The ORCs gradually begin to fear the yellow flash that moves faster than their eyes can follow, they begin to retreat, and yet a mocking laughter starts to fill the air, the flash moves faster and faster and FASTER until it can no longer be seen the ORCs start dropping to the ground the cuts on their bodies getting more and more vicious, the last ORC falls fear evident in its no longer red eyes, as the yellow flash gradually reappears , it comes to a stop, revealing a man standing 6,4 with blond hair holding a black sword, not a drop of blood staining its blade, a smile creeps its way onto his face, he laughs as he steps towards the train, seemingly oblivious to the ground ,trees and corpses that shattered into shreds as he stopped moving, the world in his eyes starts to move at its normal speed once again as he steps onto the train.

"haha new record 1:45 my best time before was 1:52, I'm just too good." he whispers under his breath as he steps back into his cabin.

"so watcha drawing Lewis" he says excitedly upon seeing his little brother calmly gazing at the paper on his tray, with his usual impassive expression.