Grabbed

"I don't need you, kid," Swift said, pushing himself in front of Ned. "I reached level eight without someone's help, pretty sure I can do it now." He cocked his mechanical bow and with a clang, he dashed forward the champion. Joining the party of uncertainty.

"Don't tell me I didn't warn you," Ned said, throwing his voice to trail Swift. Yet, Swift didn't bother to turn around. Ned saw him release dozens of arrows hitting the champion's muscle engraved back. But the arrows weren't enough for the champion to be bothered with pain. It kept on roaring as it ran toward the other participants.

"Can't win standing here, right?" Don said, pulling his golden string and dashed forward, following the trails of Swift.

The game was supposed to be solo. But, why send a monster that at least four parties were needed to take it down. Ned thought.