Adventurer
EXP: 3,232, Level: 2
Level completed: 42%,
EXP required for next Level: 1,768
I rolled slightly, and was able to drive my knee into the creatures side, it grunted, and I felt some of its ribs cave in. It grunted, and I was able to slip from under it, and snap kick my adversary in its jaw. It flipped off of me , and landed on it's back in a pile of ruble. I was beyond tired, I was beyond pain, my energy reserves were empty, and my ability to regenerate was at its edge. My mind was still running well, and I found a rock, a fairly heavy rock, gripping it with my mind, and a flick of my hand, it fast balled through the air, and just as the creature was pushing itself off the ruble the rock connected with it, crushing it against the rubble, and shattering.
"Well done!" came the deep voice of the cookie eating elf. He was now sitting near us once again, dipping a cookie into the milk. "Very well done, especially for one so young!" He reclined, and drank some of his milk washing down crumbs. "You see violence is sometimes necessary. My friend spanking children with a cane is necessary, the reaper mowing is necessary, the wolf, and the lion killing, and eating a weaker creature is necessary. These things by nature are not exactly good, but do contribute to good. You are not exactly good either, but you do contribute to good by maintaining balance, and keeping the walls of reality intact."
There was the now all too familiar below of the creature, and braced myself as the creature's horns once again crashed into me. I shifted my weight, and rolled the creature over me, and smashed it's head into the ground, snapping it's horn of as I did. I smiled to my self, as now I was armed once again. The small victory didn't last how ever, as the creature performed a low leg sweep, forcing me on my back, and the it drove it's cloven foot down on my middle, knocking the wind from me.
I let out an oof.
The creature scrambled up, as did I. Before it could completely recover, I threw my self at it, and we became locked in a wrestling match.
Early on, I had purposely dropped my hand, and a half sword now my mind reached out to such a familiar piece of metal. Eldritch energy wrapped around its hilt. The sword raised from its resting place, it's point directed toward the creature. Then with a mental grunt, I threw the thing straight as an arrow, fast as any falcon, and it struck true, skewering the creature through, and through from back to front, the blade barely missing myself.
Last edited by Dracon; 12-23-2020 at 02:36 PM.
"By any stretch of the worlds view I am a monster. But sometimes, more than they want to admit, the good people of this world need a monster to do all of the things that they're too afraid, or ashamed to to themselves, to cross lines they can't, to enter the dark places they wont because they are afraid of the corruption they might be subject to. I am that monster, and I plan on being the most dangerous monster that many will meat."
