Although a battle was expected, the young hero did not think that this nace would attack that quickly. It ca in as a swift shock, fair to say. But he managed to attain just a bit of control through this situation.
That itself was a big achievent; because the president of these shrimp, was trendously fast even after having faced damage from the great Osira.
For a single mont the enemy was a foot away. But just half a second later, this raging nace was in front of the hero's face, almost lending a kiss even. But although the enemy approached quickly, an advantage wasn't necessarily obtained.
Simply because the sea-pancake had used the blink of freedom to push his tail forward. And as expected, the enemy had bashed against that sa barb and let out a gasp; as shocking pain had enveloped his neck, chest and stomach.
The white-legged shrimp species weren't commonly massive, so Tim's tail managed to go half way through the enemy's body. But although that damage was plentiful, the blue-dotted boy was not satisfied with just a stab.
So along with such a primary attack, he unleashed every bit of tail-venom that was available. And just a mont after, he smacked against the salt-water for the sake of pulling away from the enemy.
After the damage was done, it stood evident that this geezer had no motive to attack any more. Dedication was stabbed away, along with stamina and any bit of power that a critter could have.
The blacktipped lady had dealt quite a bit of damage to this old man earlier, and along with what the young boy had dealt - it beca a recipe to disaster for the one who had been inflicted.
Peeking at the president, it was easy to point out that pain had shifted the old man into an uncontrollable shiver. This felt difficult to watch, especially after considering that the reason to such a death was linked with power-lust.
This enemy was giving his last kicks, so it felt like the appropriate ti to exchange a word or two. "I want to ask if all of this bullshit was worth it? You're dying, the tar-sect has tricked you and hundreds of your shrimp community had died because of your failure."
Although losing power by the passing mont, the old one let out a few uncomfortable gasps that were forced in by pain. But he did manage to give a single mumble, "Fool."
And afterwards he could collect a few more words, "I lost, but so have you! The sect was smarter than I thought, they have won over but..."
Letting silence stretch because of the unbearable continuous pain, the shrimp mumbled just a mont after. "But the entire community will hate you now, they already think that you are behind this."
Noticing clearly that it wasn't reasonable to show sympathy towards this dying critter, Timothy blandly spoke. "You're pathetic."
"I may be. But the king you had killed a while ago, was my brother. His and my death are not going in vain." Such information managed to co in as a bit of a shock, but the stingray couldn't find enough reason to care.
He didn't care about this geezer or the ex-king of these white-legged shrimps. So without aiming to turn his back on this dying nace, the hero slowly backed out of the tunnel and witnessed the other side of the stick, giving his last few kicks.
[White-legged shrimp killed. 1 system point has been given to you as a reward]
[Since this shrimp had abnormal capabilities, you get an additional 15 system points]
[You've also killed 2 blob-fish, that you've attacked earlier on. As a reward, you get 40 system points]
[Total system points = 56]
Although such a gain felt nice, considering that he didn't have any points a mont ago, now was not the ti to think about them. The pri enemy had faced death, but it doesn't an that the other ones were completely tad.
He gave a peek at the battlefield that was breaking out in the cavern, and noticed that the grouper-lady had already dealt quite a bit of damage. It was easy to see that exactly 4 of the blobs had t the flooring of the cavern.
It wasn't certain if they were dead or not, but them being out of the way even if it was temporarily, was recognised as a blessing.
But another problem began revealing itself, as a few hundred shrimp were crawling down the cavern; and it didn't look like they favoured Osira's side. And considering the number of approaching critters, a lot of them began losing grip and falling down.
Yet considering that they were light weight, and underwater, the damage was at most minimalistic. Regardless of that fact, they were all barging down for the sake of killing the nasty grouper who had been slaughtering down their allies.
Unwilling to see his friend being attacked, Tim charged in the battlefield and began shouting with all the power of his gills. That reaction might have been tad exaggerated, because these shrimp could not swim greatly enough to reach the blacktipped grouper.
"Stay back! I am your king and I order you to stay back!" Such a shout ca in as quite a bit of a shock for a few of them, but it felt almost ineffective.
So had slowed down, because although they could not understand the language, a yelling king was never a good thing. But after seeing that the rest of their comrades had not stopped on their spots, those who did halt earlier, gained motivation to continue.
Although they could not reach the one target they aid to destroy, it wasn't necessarily true that they didn't cause any damage. But the thing was that they only had begun causing damage to their selves.
There were about 300 of these shrimp, and all of them were barging in the pool of blue-tar. It wasn't certain if this substance could be called holy or unholy, but it was surely bringing in forced change.
Screams had erupted from the pool, as these critters continued to charge in it. The entire cave ambience beca muffled by these desperate shouts, and it proved transparent that now was not the ti to be a hero.
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