Charging towards the eel at a built up speed that crossed 10 ters in just 1 second, the young boy couldn't help appreciating how his tail wasn't burning upon every wiggle.
Which is odd because his health reduced, so the pains should co back? They should but at the sa ti shouldn't, the food helped heal his damaged tail and now the pain of losing health just spread through his entire body at a barely restricting pace.
One way or the other, it ant that his tail is completely healed which was rather relieving considering the few days of experience with it.
However, getting back to Timothy's decision, once charged towards the enemy eel, it only took 2 seconds to reach the bastard.
Tim's speed obtained such a pace that Harold could only see a fast moving yellow figure pierce the water before a sensation of pain struck his forehead.
Dashed backwards, Harold hollered. "What the fuck was that?!"
And had the urge to rub his head on so coral increased, as if itching would reduce the pain.
Looking back down, he spotted that the stingrays have made a dash for it, just disappeared. Harold has no plan to chase them considering the main threat is here or at this point, the main irritance is here.
It's not like he could find the 4 living stingrays he was tornting, they have vanished as if the sea swallowed them.
In just a split second, Tim stopped and took a glance at the stingray Harold had spit aside.
It's nothing pretty, the poor stingray had it's head bitten off which inevitably interjected how strong a moray eel's bite can be.
The stingray carcass shows signs of bones, a lot of tiny bones rowed close to each other on both sides of the bite.
That most definitely enraged Tim, his motivation to damage this eel just sky rocketed.
Tim dashed a bit lower towards the enemy, most definitely diving where collision with coral could initiate if a wrong turn was taken.
A quarter of a second after, Harold shouted. "For fuck's sake! My ass!!"
Swimming around in circles, the moray eel eventually grasped a glance of his behind and saw a hole in it, right next to where poop cos out.
Boiling in anger, Harold shouts. "Who are you? Face like a man!"
Stopping just 5 ters away, Tim called for attention to the enemy's left. "Over here!"
"It's you... the dumbass. How did you beco so fast?" The moray eel puzzled, swimming a ter closer.
"I ate your mom." Tim answered, his tone high pitched for the sake of teasing.
Getting back to business before the eel gets too close, Tim shouted. "You killed a stingray, now I will kill you!"
"I'd like to see you..." Harold tried to tamper with the boy's confidence but felt sothing sharp instead.
Of course it was from Tim, he swam straight forward Harold and took a chunk of at right off the enemy's waste.
That won't necessarily kill Harold, it was just a 4 centiter wide bite. But this... it most definitely left a sense of burning pain for a few days.
Through the sa second, the enemy eel felt a few other sharp pains running down his fat back.
This was Tim's respected work, after taking a bite of Harold, he took a sharp turn upwards and started stabbing the eel upon every given chance, as fast as his body can handle it.
Collectively, the young man struck the enemy 7 tis with his tail, that's 7 wounds this ill intended eel has to deal with for a few days.
But of course this wasn't enough to kill a whole ter and a half long eel, it would take ten tis the effort to reach even remotely close towards slaughter.
Swimming a few ters away, he could hear Harold throw a loud tantrum, spun in place and struck the coral with his head even.
"What do you think system, am I doing good?" Tim thought, know that the lady will hear his question.
[You're doing good but this is suicidal!]
[Grand ergency tip upcoming...]
[Swim away as fast as you can!]
"Not this ti system." Tim replied while already charged towards the bastard eel, finding an opening.
Harold was fairly dizzy because of that collision with the coral, that gave Tim further advantages.
He charged right over the eel's head and took a bite around the neck.
With the anger not entirely taken out yet, Tim went for another bite around the neck.
That's when he felt the back of Harold's head smash against him, right across the stomach.
It didn't cause any damage alone but did manage to lunge the boy against hard coral on their side.
[Health, -7 bars.]
[Total health = 54]
[Swim away, now!]
"This health isn't ant to hit 100 ha?" Tim asked himself while using the confusion to dash up towards the sea surface just for a few ters.
He needs a better view of his surroundings before finding the next spot to hide in, he doesn't want to be chased all the way down to the hideout.
Comprehending the dark blue colour the coral reef had to offer, throughout the few seconds he spotted a hole that's more to his liking.
A perfect place to hide, it portrayed a small hole Tim can easily slip in, but for a fat moray eel it was indeed impossible.
He found the way in and thankfully didn't bash his heads or fins in the way in, that would most definitely contribute to a further health loss.
He sunk 5 ters deep and t with a dead end, a couple of marble shrimp laying about too.
And since that bastard isn't bashing his head in the hole, it can only an that he had lost track of Tim.
With no hesitation, he took a bite off the shrimps and ate them whole with a bit of effort. That travelling and fighting for sure worked up an appetite.
[Total health 55/100]
...
"Don't worry, I won't bite you... I want to help you." A fish's tone projected softly, gazing at the family of juvenile stingrays.
"You're a shark! Sharks are no help. Don't eat us please!" One of the stingrays shouted but finished the sentence with a softer tone.
Trying his best to convince, the shark uttered. "I don't want to eat you, please follow ."
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