returned to the rats and goblins. His mana was running low, so he opted to drink one of his tonics then focus on physical attacks. While his mana regenerated to a minor degree, he manned the entrance to the second platform.
A badly burned goblin struck out at him with its rusty machete, but he turned it aside and delivered a hard kick that knocked it back. It did not produce the same force as the explosive magical attack, but it did give him a little room. He continued his evade and kick tactic for several minutes before he was forced back by the sudden arrival of a creature that he had nearly forgotten about.
The slime did not do much damage when it wrapped around his leg but it did surprise him. The goblin that he was going to force back, took the chance presented and launched forward in a full-body tackle. Scott was knocked back and to the ground.
He bashed at the ugly bastard with everything he had and killed it quickly, but the real damage was done. Several rats and a goblin had made it to the next plat form. He fought them for a moment, kicking and punching for all he was worth. However, the momentum of the battle had changed. He was the one being forced back with every movement. Soon he was unable to hold position.
Scott fired off four consecutive freeze spells in order to slow the progress of the monsters, draining a large chunk of his remaining mana in the process. After the final freezing burst, he raced for the next ramp. Unfortunately, the strength of his freeze spell was such that it could do over one hundred points of damage if it hit for the maximum amount. His rapid-fire attacks had not slowed the monsters; they had outright killed over twenty of them.
Killing twenty monsters so quickly should have brought about an amazing feeling of pride and completion. However, monsters dissipated into the ether when they died. Scott had done nothing more than free up space for the hungry bastards behind the unfortunate creatures who had faced his power.
The tonic had only restored a small portion of his health and magical energy. He had recovered his mana to about the halfway point, but the Fairy’s Cure had run its course. He had two more doses, but he had to use them sparingly. He had no time to drink another at the moment, anyway.
Three goblins attacked at once. Scott managed to maneuver around the strikes but not cleanly. He took a hard hit to his left thigh that caused his knee to buckle. The temporary imbalance in his stance left him open for a flying tackle from an oncoming rat.
He was knocked to the ground, hard, and immediately received several powerful strikes to the legs and face that whittled away his health. Scott’s defense was a bit high for his level, but with so many attacks coming at once his hit points were being lost at a rapid pace.
He struggled with the oversized rodent, but he was unable to find any leverage. Out of physical options he used one of his little used spells. “Flash!”
The rat screeched in pain as lightning arced through its body. It was stunned long enough for Scott to wrestle his way free. There was no chance to catch his breath, however. His new found freedom from combat did not last long.
A hard leather-clad fist raced toward his face. He was rocked by the surprising power of the blow, and it took a second to properly right himself. It was a second too long. Skinny arms embraced him in a bear hug and held him tight. The goblin’s ugly brethren now had the chance to strike without impediment.
Scott was hit over a dozen times before he managed to twist and struggle his way free of the hold. His health was close to the critical stage now and there was no end to this battle in sight. For the first time, he had come upon a situation in his life that made him feel as though death was the only possible outcome. Even Gnarl Tooth, the Black Grass Rat Overlord, had not given him this sort of impression. He had made a serious miscalculation when he had run through the mine
A badly burned goblin struck out at him with its rusty machete, but he turned it aside and delivered a hard kick that knocked it back. It did not produce the same force as the explosive magical attack, but it did give him a little room. He continued his evade and kick tactic for several minutes before he was forced back by the sudden arrival of a creature that he had nearly forgotten about.
The slime did not do much damage when it wrapped around his leg but it did surprise him. The goblin that he was going to force back, took the chance presented and launched forward in a full-body tackle. Scott was knocked back and to the ground.
He bashed at the ugly bastard with everything he had and killed it quickly, but the real damage was done. Several rats and a goblin had made it to the next plat form. He fought them for a moment, kicking and punching for all he was worth. However, the momentum of the battle had changed. He was the one being forced back with every movement. Soon he was unable to hold position.
Scott fired off four consecutive freeze spells in order to slow the progress of the monsters, draining a large chunk of his remaining mana in the process. After the final freezing burst, he raced for the next ramp. Unfortunately, the strength of his freeze spell was such that it could do over one hundred points of damage if it hit for the maximum amount. His rapid-fire attacks had not slowed the monsters; they had outright killed over twenty of them.
Killing twenty monsters so quickly should have brought about an amazing feeling of pride and completion. However, monsters dissipated into the ether when they died. Scott had done nothing more than free up space for the hungry bastards behind the unfortunate creatures who had faced his power.
The tonic had only restored a small portion of his health and magical energy. He had recovered his mana to about the halfway point, but the Fairy’s Cure had run its course. He had two more doses, but he had to use them sparingly. He had no time to drink another at the moment, anyway.
Three goblins attacked at once. Scott managed to maneuver around the strikes but not cleanly. He took a hard hit to his left thigh that caused his knee to buckle. The temporary imbalance in his stance left him open for a flying tackle from an oncoming rat.
He was knocked to the ground, hard, and immediately received several powerful strikes to the legs and face that whittled away his health. Scott’s defense was a bit high for his level, but with so many attacks coming at once his hit points were being lost at a rapid pace.
He struggled with the oversized rodent, but he was unable to find any leverage. Out of physical options he used one of his little used spells. “Flash!”
The rat screeched in pain as lightning arced through its body. It was stunned long enough for Scott to wrestle his way free. There was no chance to catch his breath, however. His new found freedom from combat did not last long.
A hard leather-clad fist raced toward his face. He was rocked by the surprising power of the blow, and it took a second to properly right himself. It was a second too long. Skinny arms embraced him in a bear hug and held him tight. The goblin’s ugly brethren now had the chance to strike without impediment.
Scott was hit over a dozen times before he managed to twist and struggle his way free of the hold. His health was close to the critical stage now and there was no end to this battle in sight. For the first time, he had come upon a situation in his life that made him feel as though death was the only possible outcome. Even Gnarl Tooth, the Black Grass Rat Overlord, had not given him this sort of impression. He had made a serious miscalculation when he had run through the mine
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