2791 Three Grimms II
I watched as it jumped toward me; while there was fear in my heart, there was no hesitation. I moved as it moved, while Crockman had remained on its spot, looking at Racheal, who was walking toward us with her bow aimed at it, more specifically its remaining eye.
While it is focused on Racheal, I know it could target me instantly. So, it would be wise if I remained cautious about it.
The Bullman came down, bringing down back of its huge great sword toward me; it was not using the edge of the sword toward me, and nor did it need to because, because it did not need an edge to kill me. The brute force it has is more than enough to turn me into the meat patty.
I saw the sword coming and jumped and could see its eyes flashing in joy as it smoothly moved its sword toward me, wanting to hit me like a fly.
“You are dead.” It stated, and I have to say, it is a very risky move, and I wouldn’t have done it if I did not have done it before yesterday, as it would have been a suicide.
Clang!
My sword moved and clashed against the huge sword of the Grimm.
Immediately shock appeared on its face, as I did not fly away like a broken kite with bloody bones; no, I used the force of its attack and jumped back gracefully.
“How?” It asked in shock before looking up and down at me, and soon, it noticed something in both of my hands. “It’s those bands, didn’t it?” it asked, finally noticing the bands of energy in both of my hands.
They are bands of absorptions; they are not set, but something I got after killing the Grimms yesterday, and they are amazing. I was very happy to receive them as most of the time, the things we received through the rewards were useful to Rachel.
“Now, are you confident in killing me?” I asked while glancing at the Crockman, who was still looking at Rachel, who had finally stopped at a safe distance and now looking at the Grimms with a harmless smile, but no Grimm would think her as harmless with that bow in her hand.
If they need any more proof, they only need to look at Hogman, who has finally calmed down and now standing in a spot with its weapon against its fatal spot.
“They are just little tools, will not help you other than survive for a few more seconds,” it said and came at me again, with its speed being much faster than any Grimm I had seen, which is not surprising given the shoes it is wearing.
To be honest, the Grimms with the shoes are terror, especially those as powerful as it. With these bands, I wouldn’t have dared to fight against such an opponent if it hadn’t been injured to the state where it could only project 60% to 65% of its power.
Bang Clang Clang
It brought down its sword at me, and I dodged, but it quickly brought it and attacked me mid-air. I defended against the attack before jumping back, creating more distance which it followed in quick steps before attacking me.
Attack after attack came; I dodged and defended and even ducked, using everything I had in my arsenal to contend against it. It is challenging but also fun, especially when the enemy is intelligent and bears the immense experience of centuries, which it had molded to suit its current conditions.
It is attacking me with a strategy, which is to push me till I am completely tired out; while this is also making it tired and worsening its injuries, it had enough vitality to handle it for a longer time than me.
It is not the only one who is with strategy; I have one too, which began before it even saw me. Its model had already formed in my core, and with every move it made, it became more and more complete.
“We have thought your fearsomeness is only due to your strings, but it seemed like we have underestimated you far too much,” it said with its eyes blazing with an intent to kill.
It intensified its attacks, and the happiest one was none other than me.
While it is true, it has much greater vitality than me, which let it fight much longer than me despite the injuries, there are a lot of conditions attached to it, and foremost of them all is not straining those injuries, which it is doing right now as it had intensified its attacks against me.
“If you keep attacking me like that, you will strain your injuries too much,” I informed with a smile, “Don’t worry; after I kill you, I will dress them well,” It replied.
“Or you might find a healing potion in the reward box that just has appeared,” I said a little too loudly, and it immediately got a reaction from all three Grimms.
“Healing potion, give it to me; Gnan quickly opens the box and gives me the potion,” shouted Hogman loudly, “Shut up, Trab; let me kill Zaar first.”
“The reward box might not have, but I am sure Zaar will have on it,” It shouted back, without losing its focus on me. “Am I right, Zaar?” It asked. “Of course, I have it, and so does Rachel; you just have to kill either of us to get the hands on the healing potion,” I replied, once again loudly.
“Human bit, where are you, give me the potion,” shouted Hogman, but did move from its spot or move its weapon, which was guarding its fatal spot.
I must give it to the Hogman; it is much calmer than the Hogman. Other Grimms won’t have been this calm if they have been in its place.
While the blind Hogman is calm, the Crockman is not so much; it is moving its eyes toward the Rachel and Reward box and even takes a step toward the reward box, which is quite close to it.
The allure of the reward is too great, more than us holding a holding healing potion. As we might be lying about having it, the reward box will not. It definitely will have something, which will likely be a healing potion.
It had already become a common knowledge about the reward boxes offering things you need most, and currently, the Grimms needed the healing potion the most.
“You know it had never happened to be, but I heard the reward boxes disappear if you don’t pick them soon enough,” I said, echoing the nasty rumor that spread into the safe zone last night.
“It is just a rumor,” said Gnan and attacked me with a furious attack, “As I said, it had never happened to me, but I wouldn’t want to be true if I were in your place,” I pressed as I dodged the attack.
My words have riled up the Grimms; I could see both Hogman and Crockman, with Crockman taking a step toward it before stopping, seeing Rachel is still aiming at it.
“Hraft, guide me toward the reward box,” shouted Hogman; the Crockman seemed conflicted by it, but seeing Bullman not saying anything, it opened its mouth to guide its friend.
Clang Clang Puch Puch
“Move back and w” the Crockman had just said the few words when Rachel, who had been silent till now, began firing arrows at rapid succession.
Two of which Crockman had defended, but the other two, which were at full power of her bow, had stuck, one at its chest while the other one at its second eye.
With it, it had become truly blind, like a Hogman.