《Eternal Soul》Chapter-10
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'All others times i could use tricks to get out of danger, but this time it's not so simple.'sighing inwardly, getting in a stance his arm touchs his belt, feeling the cold iron from the throwing knives, gave him an idea.
'Maybe i can use a trick again.'
Glancing at the darkness of the room.
Grekorio look again at the king, elaborating better his plans, but king unpleased with the wait for Grekorio attack, initiate the fight with a horizontal slash.
Grekorio could only crouch down as low as he can, and soon feeling the sword passing above him, he lifted his head and noticed a opening after the slash, but it was just for a moment, before he could do anything it attacked again.
Getting up and leaping back to get some distance, the troll attack missed again, it is getting a little annoyed by the monkey agility, Grekorio again noticed the same thing again, and again in just a moment it's gone.
Thrusting his sword at the ground wielding only the saber in his left hand, Grekorio throw 4 knives at the trolls face,
it lightly lift the sword to block, making the knives bounce off to the side.
Chopping at Grekorio, it's attacks fall short, only hitting the ground, annoyed, it grunt at Grekorio, probably trying to taunt him, only to fail.
Angry the king roar as it start to hack like crazy on Grekorio direction.
Even though, it's attacking wildly, it has longer reach in it's attacks than Grekorio, not giving him a chance to counter attack.
After suffering under the troll attack for a while, he remember something simple he has throwing knives, he reaches with his right hand for the knives on his belt taking 4 knives ,while leaping back, in mid-air he throw 2 knives aiming for the throat.
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The king noticing this, lift his sword, and block the knives. After defending it's throat, it start to prepare to kill the little bastard that keep annoying it.
Before it could chop Grekorio in half, it see another little thing going for it's eyes.
While the throw it was distracted with the knife, Grekorio jump again, but this time forward. While taking more 3 knives from the belt.
The troll turn it's eyes back to Grekorio, seeing that he's not running away anymore, it used the sword like a baseball bat, probably trying to transform Grekorio in meat paste.
Grekorio glue himself to the floor again, this time after the sword from the troll pass by him, he didn't even lift his head before throwing 2 knives at the troll.
The troll lifting it's sword again to defend itself, didn't notice Grekorio using it's knees as a platform for jumping.
Grekorio use all the strength he could muster in a hurry to jump as high as he could.
Jumping 3 meter high, he is on eyelevel with the troll now, suprising it, and before it could react, he had already throwed his last 2 knives that was on his hand.
Soon the knives are already upon it's eyes, when the knives hit it's eyes.
The troll's king lift it's head and let out a mournful roar, and in a angry response, it lift it's sword in a upwards slash, ear piercing sound from the sword speed show how fast the slash was.
Grekorio only defended his chest with his saber, and couldn't even react correctly as he was already flying upwards, embedded in the ceiling, yet the scene from above gave him a weird feeling, his eyes soon becoming blurred until there's no light left.
In his mind, he keep remembering the lightning strike, so suddenly, silently and majestic, it keep repeating for a long time inside him.
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On outside his mind, his body started moving, keeping the soulless eyes, he positioned his saber on the front of him, slowly lifting as he was descending.
The troll again slashed upwards, it can't see and can only trust it's instict.
But even if it could see now the following scene would only made it only see a blur.
Grekorio as he as descending and the saber was above his head, suddenly his speed increased leaving only a blur, a streak on the troll body, and the floor a web-like crack that keep on expanding.
Grekorio eyes soon get it's light back, the weird feeling go away, and the memories from the past 10 seconds flow in his head.
'It happened again, huh.' before he could continue his monologue, the ground crack under him, he look down and see the cracking rapidly spreading across the room, he hurry to retrieve his sword, and sheathing it and his saber,concentrating in the upper left of his vision he can see the his HP, and after looking at it he break in cold sweat while thanking his luck because it showed「HP 5/100」, he turn around to look at the troll.
Seeing it in it's death throes, he move his eyes to the sword beside the troll, he quickly get it and wielding it he ends the troll suffering, quickly searching around the room, while ignoring the 「Quest completed」window in the corner of his vision, not finding anything worth, he start to walk to the door, but before he could reach the door, the floor finally go down.
Falling the height of 6 meters can kill him at this moment, he hurriedly tried to find a way out of this situation, he crazily look around, he see the body of the troll, he quickly get on it before he fall down, the floor started to fall from the middle, while he was beside the throne when it began, and the door is across the room.
Putting the golden greatsword in the inventory,'Why i forgot about the potions? Something so important.', While regretting his forgetfulness, the floor start to fall under him, he can only close his eyes and wait for his luck.
Soon feeling the impact from the hard floor under him, he opens his eyes and concentrate on his HP bar, 「HP 2/100」, sighing in relief, he get off the body of the troll, and scan around him, only to moments later a smile that almost reach his forehead appear on his face.
While looking on the kitchen, he humming a happy tune, walking around , he stop at the the wood oven, Grekorio lit it up, take out the wood from his inventory, and put it on the fire, he start to around the house, while using the torch to put fire on the house.
Getting out, he start to admire the giant bonfire, shaking his to get rid of distracting thoughts, he look at the houses around him.
The fire rapidly spread around the village, waking the trolls, Grekorio quickly get out the village.
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8 75I am.
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8 182Disciple.
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8 200The Damn Hunter
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8 207Phantom Wings (pending rewrite)
Notice: A major rewrite is currently ongoing, all chapters shown currently are pre-rewrite. Two cities, closed behind walls, separated by an entire continent, are all that's left in an atomic war which has dragged on for decades. Fueled by hate, disagreements, misunderstandings, and stubbornness, the war wages on day after day. Caught in the crossfire, two teams of fighter pilots of opposing sides come together, with a hope to discover what it means to truly be human, and to end the war for good. This is their story. A story of war, of discovery, and of rebellion. This story (this arc, at least) is now complete. No promises for a sequel yet.
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