《Jacob WillBreaker》Chapter 12 Fluffy
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Wandering around the sewer looking for the main tunnels took a while. [This place is a maze]. But after 30 minutes I finally find a part where the roof starts to slope upwards I follow it trying to make my steps as silent as possible until the height is slightly taller than a grown man and I round a corner to see a metal gate blocking the way.
[Well that's inconvenient] walking up to the metal grate I find a lock the size of an apple. [I guess I wanted a lock to practice on, but that is a big mama for my second go] forming the three tentacles I sent them to work on the lock. The lock had quadruple the number of pins then the lock I first tried lock picking on but luckily they were easy to find the biting point where they clicked for the individual pins.
It took me 5 minutes to unlock the metal gate. When it opened I slipped through and closed it behind me not wanting any super rats to get out. Now that I am inside the main sewer I have a knife in each hand and walk as silently as I can to try and hear any noises that could lead me to the rats.
Sadly I didn't hear the first one. Something crossed between a spear and a snake speeds towards my heart. Acting quickly I cross the knife's over my heart and try to jump back, but the spear snake thing collides with my knives and shatters them. I am thrown to the wall and fall on to my knees.
My instincts scream and I roll to my side as the snake spear strikes again. Because of my roll, the strike only skims my arm but it still draws blood. [Haha this is more like it] despite almost dying or perhaps because of it, my face forms into a smile as my fangs and claws burst free from my body.
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Continuing my roll I stand and look at the creature that attacked me. It was a big rat the size of a giant dog and the spear snake was its tail. Now standing I decide that it is not a good idea to be standing around so I leap onto the opposite wall and rebound off of it launching myself at the rat, claws first.
Whipping around its tail it hits me like a club throwing me to the wall once again, but not before I could grab the tail and use the generated momentum to leave large gashes on it.
Rolling away from the rat as my damaged cells begin to repair and heal. Still smiling I stand and sprint at the rat running in a zigzag motion to become harder to hit. Ducking and weaving through the storm of tail strikes of the now weakened tail. Gaining a few cuts and bruises on the way I reach the rat and send the bone spike in my left arm towards its skull.
But the fucker dodges its head to the right and the spick sinks into its shoulder. Sending water into its shoulder planning to burst the shoulders cells, the rats tail comes and strikes me from behind piercing my lungs. Growling in pain I make the cells in and around the tail hold on depriving the rat the use of its main weapon.
With both of us incapacitated like this and not wanting to explode the rat at point-blank to myself I make a bone spike on my right knee and send it through its jaws and into its skull. The beast gave a final twitch before it died.
[Now that was a fight.] Pulling out the tail as I cough blood, I use the rats I ate earlier organic matter to start to heal myself as I collapse and rest for a bit. It takes me 10 Minutes to heal my body but I can't do anything for the sad state of my clothes so I change into my spare pair.
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Looking at the now-dead rat I remove the remaining knife from my storage ring and look at it. [They saved my life I suppose, but the quality was shit I need a real weapon. But I am not going to just find one down here so I will just have to make one.]
Plunging my remaining knife into the corpse until my whole hand was inside of the dead body, I started to release the sludge into the dead cells to take control of the body. Once I had full control I started to condense the body in the shape of a meat cleaver removing the knife in the process. Once the blade was ¾ the size of my forearm in length and one and a half my hand's width, I turned it into bone. Remembering the priest at the church bragging about how their religious symbol, the triangle is the strongest shape. I make the inside hollow and filled it upwards facing triangles while downward-facing triangles went in between them. Once the interior was complete I made the blade from more interlocking triangles made from bone.
With my new weapon completed, I name it fluffy after the cat. I venture out into the dark to go back on the hunt. Finding another spear-tailed rat in 3 minutes I kill it much more efficiently. When it first attacked I blocked the tail with the flat side of fluffy with my palm on the other side for support, once the momentum was canceled the supporting hand grabs the tail and pulls the tail towards me as fluffy swings down and removes the rat's appendage. With most of its tail gone it just becomes an angry giant rat, which I decapitate when it blindly lunges at me. I eat half the dead body while I absorb the other half into fluffy to make it stronger.
I kill another 8 spear tail rats this way with relative ease continuing to absorb half into myself making myself stronger and faster while the other half goes to fluffy condensing and sharpening it. I slowly start to get bored again until I find a new type of rat.
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