Whoever said that the larger a creature, the slower its actions clearly had no idea what they were talking about. As Dallion found out, the pack-panther was not only bigroughly the size of an elephantbut also had reflexes rivaling his own. The first ti it attacked, the boy barely had the ti to evade by following the guard skill markers that had appeared. What was more, the beast had no intention of letting him make use of his specials, interrupting the boy mid sequence with further consecutive attacks.
How did I get myself mixed up in this? Dallion wondered as massive clawed paws swirled around him.
Ten minutes ago, it had seed like a solution to defeating the pack had been found. Now, the boy was engaged in surviving to such a degree that he didnt even have ti to worry what might happen. All his regrets for not choosing the rare crafting skills had also evaporated.
Let attack! Dallion shouted, slashing at the beasts paw.
There was a loud howl accompanied by a shearing sound. Half of the paw fell off, disappearing in a puff of smoke, only to get restored monts later. Apparently, simple attacks werent going to do a lot. There went the hope that one good strike would kill off the monster.
Struggling to suppress the increasing pain in his leg, Dallion hopped several steps back. To his surprise, the panther didnt imdiately follow. It was a minor thing, sothing the boy wouldnt have even noticed before. Now, though, he saw it for the opportunity it was and didnt hesitate to take advantage of it.
Green and red footsteps appeared, directing Dallion towards his enemy: a three-step approach, a sidestep while using the buckler to defend against the inevitable paw slam, a crouch-twist, then finally a slash in the beasts back. The sequence was complicated and would undoubtedly result in pain, but it was the only chance Dallion had.
Taking a deep breath, the boy rushed forward. The monster reacted as the markers suggested it would; it focused on the boy, then attempted to slice him in half with its massive claws. The buckler t the paw head on, pushing Dallion back in the process.
Crouch-twist, the boy said to himself, angling the shield so the attackers remaining strength didnt affect him. The paw slid off, ripping the air above his head.
Got you! The panthers side was exposed. As tempting as it was to attack imdiately, Dallion followed through with his sequence, ending at the creatures back. Only then did he strike.
At that mont several things happened at once. Ti went to a crawl. A second set of red-green markers appeared, suggesting how Dallion should follow up the attack. As the boy thrust his sword, though, the panthers body also changed. Two creature heads erged from the massive monsters back, like creatures leaping out of a pool in slow motion. Two green lines appeared linking the two new heads to Dallions arm.
Damn it!
That was the price of overconfidence. All this ti the boy had considered his enemies to be brainless mobs that did the sa actions over and over again. As it turned out, they too could form strategies and also trick him into following a certain path. The beast had sacrificed part of its health, but in exchange had gotten Dallions attack arm. Without a sword the boy had as much chance of winning as a dodo bird flying over the Atlantic.
Think!
Dallions reaction level still allowed him to do sothing, but what? If he went through with his attack, both he and the monster would suffer serious damage. If he didnt, there was no telling whether hed get another opening. Was this a ti to be reckless or to exert caution for once?
Options played out through his mind. There was no way he could twist his arm to achieve both goals. It was either mutual damage or no damage at all.
Crap!
If only he had a better weapon, or even two weapons, he wouldnt be facing such a dilemma. It was said that only incompetent players blad their gear, but in this case Dallion had a reason to. There was only so much he could do with a short sword. Also, it was not like he could pick the weapon up with his left hand and keep on fighting. Awakening had granted him a lot of abilities, but ambidexterity wasnt one of them. As things stood now, he only had one sword arm and one shield arm which for so reason he hadnt been using to attack.
Thats it!
Mustering all his remaining strength, Dallion swung his buckler at the two heads while continuing with his sword attack. Timing was key. The tip of the sword sunk in the panthers path. The creature heads opened their jaws, aiming to bite into his wrist. Before they could, though, the edge of the buckler hit the leftmost one on the side.
COMBINATION ATTACK
Dealt damage increased by 200%
Both heads disappeared in a puff of smoke as Dallions continued on until the entire blade was buried in the monster.
An ear-popping howl shattered the air, forcing Dallion to jump back. The panther did the sa, doubling the distance between them.
Thank goodness, Dallion managed to say, breathing heavily.
The pain in his body had subsided, replaced by numbness. By the looks of it, the panther wasnt doing much better. The constantly attacking monster had taken a defensive stance, glaring at Dallion with such ferocity that it could drill a hole through concrete with its gaze alone. Also, the creature appeared to have shrunk in size by roughly a third. It was still quite large, but not even close to the monster it had been at the start of the battle.
Of course! Dallion smiled. Everything was clear now. The creature was the embodint of the pack, and as such shared all of its characteristics. Each successful strike corresponded to the death of a pack mber, and as the pack mbers diminished, so did the overall size of the enemy.
Good attempt, but itll take more than that to defeat . Dallion smirked. Finally, hed gotten to use so cheese in real life without being judged. Darude! He charged forward.
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