screaming.
There was no choice. He needed breathing room if he planned to stay alive. Scott called out, “Freeze!”
He only used the spell once this time, but several of the goblins and one rat still died from the power of his spell. Thankfully, the ones that had not died did slow down quite a bit.
His body felt sluggish, but he struggled past the pain and growing exhaustion. He hopped backward and moved toward the ramp as fast as he could go. He took a hard strike to his unprotected back in the process, but he reached the position that he desired.
Another freeze spell was unleashed in order to clog up the narrow entrance way with half-frozen bodies. While the horde attempted to crawl over their frozen compatriots Scott climbed the ramp and headed for the third platform, the one that contained the actual mine office.
The burn spell was employed to knock back a rat that came leaping after him. Luckily it caught fire and spread its burning love to the rest of the nearby rats. Soon rat and goblin alike were burning while running around screaming in agony. Scott took the chance to take out another Fairy’s Cure tonic and gulp it down. They did not heal much, but they cured many ailments and restored by a little health and mana over a short period of time.
He returned to his previous tactics of evade and attack to keep the monsters pressed back along the ramp. He was thankful that they were quite stupid. If they had a reasonable capacity to plan, he would already be dead.
Over time his health rose back to around the halfway point while his mana returned to about one-third full. He did not have much time to survey the battleground between attacks, but it looked like monsters were still trickling in to the area a few at the time. He did notice that the newcomers seemed to arrive in fewer numbers per incoming wave than they had before. It was possible that he was emptying out the entire mine right now.
The only time that he used a spell now was whenever a random slime popped up on his ramp. There seemed to be no more bats or spiders to deal with. Either they had grown bored of the battle or they had destroyed each other. Either way, good riddance!
Time passed. He was forced to use his freeze spell five times due to the influx of slimes. He had opted for using it due to his low mana, and the overall range of its status afflicting power. Scott knew that he would not be able to hold here much longer. Yet, where would he go? He was backed into a corner now.
He kicked, punched, and shoulder blocked his enemies away due to the narrow confines of the ramp and his greater combat skill. Yet, his death was inevitable if he was forced to continue in this manner. What he needed was more breathing room. He had done incredibly well up until this point if you considered the sheer number of opponents that he had faced. He had taken the high ground and forced his opponents to fight in a location of his choosing. It was a location choice that eliminated the greatest strength of the monster horde, their numbers. Still, he was but one man, one exhausted man. His body ached in places that he had not known to exist. He believed that even his hair hurt at this point. His limbs shook and his mind had lost some of its sharpness. He was losing his coherence of thought, and his strength was dwindling away.
This was not a battle like the combat action he was forced into with Gnarl Tooth and the grass rats. They had only come at him a few at a time, like in this battle, but the grass rat swarms had come at intervals. These bastards never relented. They continued to attack and did not seem to have grown tired to any great degree. Their numbers were starting to thin, but there were still far too many of them.
Scott continued to push them back whenever they reached his position, but it was a hard thing to accomplish. The rats were actually the most difficult opponent that he could face in this way due to their body shape. He could not just kick them
There was no choice. He needed breathing room if he planned to stay alive. Scott called out, “Freeze!”
He only used the spell once this time, but several of the goblins and one rat still died from the power of his spell. Thankfully, the ones that had not died did slow down quite a bit.
His body felt sluggish, but he struggled past the pain and growing exhaustion. He hopped backward and moved toward the ramp as fast as he could go. He took a hard strike to his unprotected back in the process, but he reached the position that he desired.
Another freeze spell was unleashed in order to clog up the narrow entrance way with half-frozen bodies. While the horde attempted to crawl over their frozen compatriots Scott climbed the ramp and headed for the third platform, the one that contained the actual mine office.
The burn spell was employed to knock back a rat that came leaping after him. Luckily it caught fire and spread its burning love to the rest of the nearby rats. Soon rat and goblin alike were burning while running around screaming in agony. Scott took the chance to take out another Fairy’s Cure tonic and gulp it down. They did not heal much, but they cured many ailments and restored by a little health and mana over a short period of time.
He returned to his previous tactics of evade and attack to keep the monsters pressed back along the ramp. He was thankful that they were quite stupid. If they had a reasonable capacity to plan, he would already be dead.
Over time his health rose back to around the halfway point while his mana returned to about one-third full. He did not have much time to survey the battleground between attacks, but it looked like monsters were still trickling in to the area a few at the time. He did notice that the newcomers seemed to arrive in fewer numbers per incoming wave than they had before. It was possible that he was emptying out the entire mine right now.
The only time that he used a spell now was whenever a random slime popped up on his ramp. There seemed to be no more bats or spiders to deal with. Either they had grown bored of the battle or they had destroyed each other. Either way, good riddance!
Time passed. He was forced to use his freeze spell five times due to the influx of slimes. He had opted for using it due to his low mana, and the overall range of its status afflicting power. Scott knew that he would not be able to hold here much longer. Yet, where would he go? He was backed into a corner now.
He kicked, punched, and shoulder blocked his enemies away due to the narrow confines of the ramp and his greater combat skill. Yet, his death was inevitable if he was forced to continue in this manner. What he needed was more breathing room. He had done incredibly well up until this point if you considered the sheer number of opponents that he had faced. He had taken the high ground and forced his opponents to fight in a location of his choosing. It was a location choice that eliminated the greatest strength of the monster horde, their numbers. Still, he was but one man, one exhausted man. His body ached in places that he had not known to exist. He believed that even his hair hurt at this point. His limbs shook and his mind had lost some of its sharpness. He was losing his coherence of thought, and his strength was dwindling away.
This was not a battle like the combat action he was forced into with Gnarl Tooth and the grass rats. They had only come at him a few at a time, like in this battle, but the grass rat swarms had come at intervals. These bastards never relented. They continued to attack and did not seem to have grown tired to any great degree. Their numbers were starting to thin, but there were still far too many of them.
Scott continued to push them back whenever they reached his position, but it was a hard thing to accomplish. The rats were actually the most difficult opponent that he could face in this way due to their body shape. He could not just kick them
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