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Wyll has, quite frankly, had enough.
He holds so much respect for Mugm, even when he really doesnt want to. He cares about Mugm and he knows he isnt all bad, isnt just a villain or a weapon like everyone else seems to wanna claim he is.
He knows Mugm has some kind of respect for him aswell, as rocky as their relationship has been, it is mutual.
But sometimes, some days, it gets very difficult for Wyll to see that because, well, Mugm has habits, habits that never really sat right with Wyll.
He honestly doesnt remember the first time it happened anymore, its so often and so consistent that he doesnt exactly keep track. Though the first one that comes to mind is back during the early days of gamebreakers. It was the first time him and Mugm had actually teamed.
But alas, a fight had gone awry and put Mugm in a pissy mood which meant that Wyll had very quickly found himself in a chokehold pinned to the wall-
Yeah.
It wasnt the first time Mugm had gotten aggressive when he was upset, not by a longshot, Wyll is pretty sure that most of the server knew not to stick around Mugm if he was pissed, even if you were teamed with him, at that point.
It was, on the other hand, the first time hed actually hurt Wyll. And by "hurt" he means Mugm left Wyll with bruises around his neck and a raspy voice for 3 days.
And look, it sounds bad, because it kind of is, but Mugm usually seemed atleast somewhat apologetic over his behaviour, such as helping treat any injuries he may have caused and in this particualr case offering Wyll some pain meds after the fact.
On ocasion hed even apologise verbally!
So, the point is, no one ever really reprimanded Mugm for the way he treated his teamates. Partly because it didnt actually seem malicious, but mostly because everyone was terrified that hed beat the shit out of them if they brought it up.
Wyll wasnt really any different. Hes bigger and physically stronger than Mugm so the latter never really did any actually significant damage to him, and thus Wyll didnt really mind putting himself in the line of fire to spare their other teamates from Mugms temper tantrums.
Well actually… He did mind, just not as much as he maybe shouldve, as much as he does now.
Its been a while since they started teaming again, and clearly the habit has not gone away, albeit it seems atleast somewhat toned down, and Mugm has been apologising for it more often than before.
It doesnt change the fact that its annoying as shit and it fucking hurts. Getting tossed around by one of the servers most skilled fighters on a regular basis is, "suprisingly" painful.
Wyll is honestly suprised that the brotherhood lasted as long as it did even with those binding contracts because theres a reason Mugm usually cant keep a team as long as most people.
Whatever, this is all past the point, because the point is Wyll is tired off this shit, and frankly? Hes also tired of not doing anything about it.
He may not be quite as skilled as Mugm but he makes up for it with the fact that he has both size and strength on the younger.
And he would try and talk it out, be mature, because he usually tries to be, but he can also be a petty bitch and Mugms been doing this regularly for years so Wyll feels like he has the right to, the next time he feels Mugms lightning fast and tight grip around his wrist-
"Ouf!-"
Clearly Mugm was not prepared for Wyll to turn around his own violent habits on him, either that or Wyll was slightly too aggressive when he slammed Mugms arm against the wall, pinning him to it.
"Kay, heres the thing Mugm, were friends, i like being your teamate. However, unlike in gamebreakers i am not going to stand here and take it like a good boy whever you decide to vent your anger on me."
And, Wyll cant see much of Mugms expression for obvious reasons, but he can see his widened eye and apreciate the way hes made the servers strongest player squirm under his grip. Its not a sight you get to see often.
Not that Wyll likes hurting his friends but Mugm had it coming and honestly he lets himself feel a little proud at the way Mugms wrist twists in his grip but he cant quite seem to set himself free.
Mugm may beat him in a one on one any day of the week but atleast Wyll can say hed probably win if it were hand to hand.
In a few seconds Mugm seems to calm down a little atleast, his body language suggest he atleast isnt going to emedietly jump Wyll if he lets go, and so he does.
"Sorry…" Is all Mugm seems to have to say as he rubs around his wrist, though Wyll cant tell if he actually bruised it or not.
"So, heres the deal. If you pull this shit again i am not going to hesitate to do the same thing over and over untill you stop. Sound good?"
Wyll is honestly expecting pushback, hes expecting the anger to return to Mugms posture and to get a quick sword through his chest and for the chat to erupt in a cacophany of "oohs" and "ahhs" as they think their team is falling apart once again.
Thats not what happens though. "Okay."
And then Mugm walks away in the direction of their brewing stands, likely to stock up on potions.
Its embarassing to admit that it leaves Wyll just a little bit in shock that it went so well. Its not like he doesnt have any faith in Mugm or his ability to actually show some compassion, but the guys also known for being a villain so can you really blame him.
So masacering the server is chill but hes also completely fine with getting called out and reprimanded for domestic violence.
What an oddball.