《Grand Defender》Chapter 18
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I kept on slashing at the repulsive fiends, each one secreting the foul smelling substance, showering me in it. The liquid burned to the touch, making me try to dodge any drop spilled by the creatures.
The beasts were closing in towards Ena, as she couldn’t keep them all away, forcing me to abandon my position and rush to her’s. The monsters were getting closer by the second, threatening to breach her side of the walls.
“Ena! Need help over there?!”, I shouted while running to her position.
“Yeah! Like, right now!”, she shouted back. I immediately ran up to the front of her wall, placing myself between Ena and the fiends.
“Cover me!”, I asked her, “Shoot anything that comes too close!”
I proceeded to spear most of the wretched things directly in the ‘face’, but one caught my [Quartzite Spear] with their rotten teeth. A crawling humanoid figure then grabbed me by the foot and tried to drag me down, but was thankfully stopped by a precise shot by Ena. I ducked down as I heard the whistling of another arrow, this time piercing the skull of the beast retaining my spear.
Now angry, some of the monsters dug into the ground, going straight to Ena, although at a slower rate than before. At the same time, the flying silhouettes that were previously far away appeared before us, landing with a bang.
The creatures were easily three meters tall, some reaching even five meters. They had snouts that resembled those of a bird, but were not quite peaks, just… fleshy things with gross black-and-green teeth.
I decided it would be best to first face the flying creatures before the digging beasts.
“Ena! Be careful with those disgusting moles! They are heading towards you!”, I warned her, while maintaining my ground against the ‘birds’.
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The mixture of humanoid beings and bir looking entities was getting overwhelming, the human looking atrocities would try to grab onto me, while the bird things tried to ‘peck’ me with their putrid tongues. I could probably have defended against one or two at a time, but there were just too many. Between two humanoids, they grabbed both my ankles and left arm, leaving me with only one hand to protect myself.
My spear was long enough that it reached one of the flyers and split its skull in two, but had gotten stuck. All of the beasts rapidly launched themselves onto me, making me grab my [Quartzite Knife] and stab a few in the neck, but just ‘a few’ weren't enough. The humanoid figures started pulling each limb they grabbed in different directions, leaving me wide open. Then, one of the flyers bit into my ribs.
The feeling so different from what I had felt so far, it was a mixture between pain and massive disgust. I could feel this thing’s teeth sink into me and fracture my bones, a wave of blood following soon after. I could almost taste this creature’s odor through the bite, making me immediately vomit all over the fiends. They probably smell better now, heh.
The busy Ena, who was firing at the now resurfacing moles, immediately started shooting towards my attackers instead, her shots killing the grapplers and the biter.
Now free, I used all my remaining force to slightly leap to the side, and used [Instant Heal]. This recovered most of my ribs, but not everything could be healed at once, my left lung still being somewhat damaged and my torso still having a big hole on its side.
I recovered my spear from the dead figure, and with great pain and receding vision,
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managed to finish off all the bird things, while Ena shot the humanoids after she finished with the moles.
Resting behind a wall, Ena and I successfully hid from the rest of the monsters for a while. There were about another twenty in total, all of them were of small stature and had the figure of a dog-monkey concoction.
Ena suggested we make a plan or something, most of the work would fall on her, now that I was on the verge of collapsing. Instead, I signaled her to hand me an arrow, which she did.
With [Geomancer], the arrow started to float up, going unnoticed by the fiends, then in a quick motion, fell like a guillotine from above, hitting one of the creatures in the head.
This is how we’ll finish, would be what I’d tell her if I had the strength to speak, yet I think she understood with ease.
Current Stats:
[Sanjo, Defender of the Lands]
Age: 15
Classes
Health: 335 (+5)
Endurance: 285 (+5)
[Geologist] I lvl5
Agility: 285 (+10)
[Mason] I lvl12
Intelligence: 285
[Geomancer] I lvl10
Magic: 285
[Spearman] I lvl10
Charisma: 285
[Hunter] I lvl 10
Perks
Personal Perks
Class Perks
[Chosen by Crab] V
[Mineral Kineticism] I
[Earth Child] I (HP+5, EN+5)
[Sixth Sense] I
[Monster Slayer] II (AG+10)
[System Crafting] I
[Food Poisoning Resistance] I
[Mineral Examination] I
[Survival Skills] I
[Further Reinforcement] II
[Instant Heal] II
[Mineral Explosion] II
[Walker] I
[Weightless Spear] II
[Night Vision] I
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