The Djinn’s eyes are red and quaking in fury. “I will tear you apart, stretches your torso until you are merely half of the man you are. And then I will make you watch as I devour the woman behind you. I will make you suffer by watching her be dismembered limb by limb.”
I shut up immediately at the big guy’s unexpectedly eloquent threat. I feel like some dirty hooligan with no class. Alas, actions speak louder than words.
Even without hearing Djinn’s quite menacing speech, his next action just makes me tremble more.
Within the blink of an eye, he suddenly appears before me. He exposes his full speed, telling me he still has more cards under his sleeve. The fear that lurks in my heart doesn’t dare show itself. Through my false bravado, I carry my next actions desperate for survival.
Stab~
That is all it takes for the Djinn to realize that he is in danger, a dagger is suddenly embedding itself in his throat. I am not fast, merely aware, and I capitalize on that opportunity. Using [Always Here] on my dagger and aiming it at an angle highly like where the Djinn's head will be is one hell of a trick.
My one trick phony halts the gigantic Djinn in its steps for a short second giving me valuable time.
Yet, despite my grand display of strategy and accuracy, the Djinn still manages to hit me with his momentum, and grazes me barely with his fist, on my shoulder. If not for activating and deactivating my Gift as fast as I can, that attack will definitely land on me squarely.
Still, the force the Djinn carries packs quite a wallop. I roll several times on the concrete pavement, feeling a lot of hurt forming in my left shoulder. I devotedly remain holding on to my dagger with my dominant right hand. I stop at a skidding halt as I stab the dagger into the concrete ground causing slight sparks to fly everywhere.
The reaction of magic power and demonic power is quite destructive.
I start violently vomiting blood. Within one second of Djinn’s silence, I must recover fast. My eyes remain on my foe, despite my eyes getting droopy and my body screaming for me to just lie down… to play dead… and just be done with it.
The Djinn recovers faster than I, yet I smile as I watch the murky blood drips from his throat like an open faucet. I continue to vomit blood until there is only nausea left.
“You are not the only one who knows to speak eloquently,” I smile ear to ear, projecting my madness for all others to see. It is just acting, but I believe this psychological pressure should be able to do something. “Tell me, Djinn? What is faster? You dying of blood loss or me killing you.”
I can taste the rusty iron on my tongue, as blood only serves to give me a more beast-like image, I proceed on digging at every opportunity where I can take advantage of.
It looks like my little tricks are working as even with a few words, I manage to buy myself time to rest for a while longer. Despite my inwardly dangerous monologue that exudes playing it chill, I am panicking greatly inside of me now.
Today, it is either I die or I triumph. My dagger will normally be ineffective to a prepared Djinn who has power over his own mana so much better than me. My attacks will normally be ineffective, and so is Yoenha unless we hit him on his vitals and the most unexpected places.
From here on out, it is a battle of attrition. We can only choose to accumulate damage at him over time.
The Djinn takes another explosive step, eager to end my life with one blow. Comes next are Yoenha’s interruptions with her arrows trying to claim the Djinn's eyes.
My smile only grows wider. The little opportunity Yoenha brings allows me a second longer as I roll on the floor with my sides hurting. But I endure.
Just like how I am practicing it, I activate and deactivate the [Always Here] function of my Gift, greatly messing with the Djinn’s accuracy.
A big swipe comes from the left, and I duck. An overhead smash from above, then I roll to the sides. A head-on tackle, but again, I dodge, but this time by sidestepping to a curve. I try recollecting my breathing as my mind only focuses on the battle ahead of me.
Yoenha’s arrows come just at the right time to interrupt the Djinn thus giving me ample time to rest. Though the arrows are not hitting, they serve as a useful distraction and a blindfold for the Djinn as Yoenha only keeps aiming at the Djinn’s eyes.
However, this method has its disadvantages. As Yoenha doesn’t specialize in bows, she doesn’t know how to shape a magic arrow. The best she can do is alter the flight path of the arrows once loosened.
The Djinn quickly catches up to this and changes his target of aggression. He violently comes running to Yoenha with momentum. I am anticipating this. When his back is facing me, I immediately jump on the chance while I envelop myself with my Gift.
The [Nobody Knows] Gift has the option: [Always Here] which allows me to decrease my presence. I poke the Djinn without shame on his ass. “Oh, it fits just perfectly…” I nastily comment while I as quickly back away aware of the aggro.
The Djinn’s angry swing comes from my right with hate. I watch it harmlessly pass by my face, not even a graze left behind by the wide attack. I ignore the fact my left shoulder is severely dislocated and must be bruised.
It is like playing a game. I attract agro, then Yoenha deals damage.
However, this is not a game. People can die. I will die. I want none of that.
My left shoulder is getting number to the arm, and slowly to the wrist. It is busted, and I cannot stress it anymore. So I leave it to rest too afraid to aggravate it and too aware that the pain will only distract me from my fight.
***
There are many vile words to describe Djinn. Bulky. Tall. Dangerous. The monstrous Djinn stands about two meters tall. That same Djinn sets off into a prowler position, his four limbs touching the crowd.
“Impressive,” He declares while his eyes remain on Yoenha. “BUT. I. AM. HUNGRY!”
~BLAST!
Its speed is unlike before. The Djinn closes the distance to her within over a second and a half. He stretches his big palm and swings it. The slap will kill her, make her head into a bloody mush, with her cranium scattering everywhere.
But then again, like a persistent fly smelling the aroma of turd, Hyon Hyung sticks to the Djinn like glue, his attacks coming as a surprise as it always finds its mark in various angles. “I am a clingy guy, so sorry…” He quips.
A Highly Intense Close combat Scenario follows.
***
I realize my [Always Here] aspect is not limited to messing with the accuracy of my enemies, but is also able to improve mine. As my attacks are under the influence of my Gift, it appears my dagger strikes, cuts, and swings are able to blend with the background.
As a result, each of my basic attacks is like an ambush of its own.
When the Djinn is coming hot on my wheels, I devote myself to evasion as I rely on [Always Here].
While I am at it, I start picking up the arrows that come as a set from the bow. I return them to Yoenha so that she can reuse them.
The life and death confrontation of me and Yoenha against the Djinn hangs in a delicate balance. Because the Djinn has come too close to Yoenha, we have to fight the Djinn within shy of a five meters diameter.
I carefully adjust my position to Yoenha afraid for the worst.
The bruise on my left shoulder is getting worse, and its injury is starting to bother me. Every swing of the Djinn of his thick tree trunk arms creates a resounding woosh of the wind. Meanwhile, I inflict light cuts while not as fatal as the blood flowing from his throat, the accumulation of the cuts will definitely sting and forces him to allocate his concentration to other areas. Not to mention, Yoenha’s few arrows are able to dig themselves from the repeated cuts that I am aiming at the same area again and again.
Game recognizes Game.
I and Yoo Yoenha maintain our pace, fearing a change of variable. I must win. We can win.
The Djinn’s skin is getting paler, from the blood loss. I similarly have an accumulation of injuries from grazes, stacking muscles stress, and even a few friendly fires. I devote myself to protecting my Archer.
But then… Accidents just have to occur from the most unlikely places.
The dumb arrogant muscle head uses his brain, and this is the result—
In feigning an attempt to give it his all and attack me in a suicidal manner, he suddenly increases his defenses. He raises both of his hands simply, and his natural attributes as a Djinn showcases itself— a body more superior than anyone can imagine.
It just takes the bulky disgusting Djinn less than a second to finally take claim of his first victim since arriving in the museum. “I got you!” He grasps Yoenha’s torso with his large hands. “Oh, lovely... Someone I can tear into a half!”
Announcement Nice, so far so good.
The Djinn’s eyes are red and quaking in fury. “I will tear you apart, stretches your torso until you are merely half of the man you are. And then I will make you watch as I devour the woman behind you. I will make you suffer by watching her be dismembered limb by limb.”
I shut up immediately at the big guy’s unexpectedly eloquent threat. I feel like some dirty hooligan with no class. Alas, actions speak louder than words.
Even without hearing Djinn’s quite menacing speech, his next action just makes me tremble more.
Within the blink of an eye, he suddenly appears before me. He exposes his full speed, telling me he still has more cards under his sleeve. The fear that lurks in my heart doesn’t dare show itself. Through my false bravado, I carry my next actions desperate for survival.
Stab~
That is all it takes for the Djinn to realize that he is in danger, a dagger is suddenly embedding itself in his throat. I am not fast, merely aware, and I capitalize on that opportunity. Using [Always Here] on my dagger and aiming it at an angle highly like where the Djinn's head will be is one hell of a trick.
My one trick phony halts the gigantic Djinn in its steps for a short second giving me valuable time.
Yet, despite my grand display of strategy and accuracy, the Djinn still manages to hit me with his momentum, and grazes me barely with his fist, on my shoulder. If not for activating and deactivating my Gift as fast as I can, that attack will definitely land on me squarely.
Still, the force the Djinn carries packs quite a wallop. I roll several times on the concrete pavement, feeling a lot of hurt forming in my left shoulder. I devotedly remain holding on to my dagger with my dominant right hand. I stop at a skidding halt as I stab the dagger into the concrete ground causing slight sparks to fly everywhere.
The reaction of magic power and demonic power is quite destructive.
I start violently vomiting blood. Within one second of Djinn’s silence, I must recover fast. My eyes remain on my foe, despite my eyes getting droopy and my body screaming for me to just lie down… to play dead… and just be done with it.
The Djinn recovers faster than I, yet I smile as I watch the murky blood drips from his throat like an open faucet. I continue to vomit blood until there is only nausea left.
“You are not the only one who knows to speak eloquently,” I smile ear to ear, projecting my madness for all others to see. It is just acting, but I believe this psychological pressure should be able to do something. “Tell me, Djinn? What is faster? You dying of blood loss or me killing you.”
I can taste the rusty iron on my tongue, as blood only serves to give me a more beast-like image, I proceed on digging at every opportunity where I can take advantage of.
It looks like my little tricks are working as even with a few words, I manage to buy myself time to rest for a while longer. Despite my inwardly dangerous monologue that exudes playing it chill, I am panicking greatly inside of me now.
Today, it is either I die or I triumph. My dagger will normally be ineffective to a prepared Djinn who has power over his own mana so much better than me. My attacks will normally be ineffective, and so is Yoenha unless we hit him on his vitals and the most unexpected places.
From here on out, it is a battle of attrition. We can only choose to accumulate damage at him over time.
The Djinn takes another explosive step, eager to end my life with one blow. Comes next are Yoenha’s interruptions with her arrows trying to claim the Djinn's eyes.
My smile only grows wider. The little opportunity Yoenha brings allows me a second longer as I roll on the floor with my sides hurting. But I endure.
Just like how I am practicing it, I activate and deactivate the [Always Here] function of my Gift, greatly messing with the Djinn’s accuracy.
A big swipe comes from the left, and I duck. An overhead smash from above, then I roll to the sides. A head-on tackle, but again, I dodge, but this time by sidestepping to a curve. I try recollecting my breathing as my mind only focuses on the battle ahead of me.
Yoenha’s arrows come just at the right time to interrupt the Djinn thus giving me ample time to rest. Though the arrows are not hitting, they serve as a useful distraction and a blindfold for the Djinn as Yoenha only keeps aiming at the Djinn’s eyes.
However, this method has its disadvantages. As Yoenha doesn’t specialize in bows, she doesn’t know how to shape a magic arrow. The best she can do is alter the flight path of the arrows once loosened.
The Djinn quickly catches up to this and changes his target of aggression. He violently comes running to Yoenha with momentum. I am anticipating this. When his back is facing me, I immediately jump on the chance while I envelop myself with my Gift.
The [Nobody Knows] Gift has the option: [Always Here] which allows me to decrease my presence. I poke the Djinn without shame on his ass. “Oh, it fits just perfectly…” I nastily comment while I as quickly back away aware of the aggro.
The Djinn’s angry swing comes from my right with hate. I watch it harmlessly pass by my face, not even a graze left behind by the wide attack. I ignore the fact my left shoulder is severely dislocated and must be bruised.
It is like playing a game. I attract agro, then Yoenha deals damage.
However, this is not a game. People can die. I will die. I want none of that.
My left shoulder is getting number to the arm, and slowly to the wrist. It is busted, and I cannot stress it anymore. So I leave it to rest too afraid to aggravate it and too aware that the pain will only distract me from my fight.
***
There are many vile words to describe Djinn. Bulky. Tall. Dangerous. The monstrous Djinn stands about two meters tall. That same Djinn sets off into a prowler position, his four limbs touching the crowd.
“Impressive,” He declares while his eyes remain on Yoenha. “BUT. I. AM. HUNGRY!”
~BLAST!
Its speed is unlike before. The Djinn closes the distance to her within over a second and a half. He stretches his big palm and swings it. The slap will kill her, make her head into a bloody mush, with her cranium scattering everywhere.
But then again, like a persistent fly smelling the aroma of turd, Hyon Hyung sticks to the Djinn like glue, his attacks coming as a surprise as it always finds its mark in various angles. “I am a clingy guy, so sorry…” He quips.
A Highly Intense Close combat Scenario follows.
***
I realize my [Always Here] aspect is not limited to messing with the accuracy of my enemies, but is also able to improve mine. As my attacks are under the influence of my Gift, it appears my dagger strikes, cuts, and swings are able to blend with the background.
As a result, each of my basic attacks is like an ambush of its own.
When the Djinn is coming hot on my wheels, I devote myself to evasion as I rely on [Always Here].
While I am at it, I start picking up the arrows that come as a set from the bow. I return them to Yoenha so that she can reuse them.
The life and death confrontation of me and Yoenha against the Djinn hangs in a delicate balance. Because the Djinn has come too close to Yoenha, we have to fight the Djinn within shy of a five meters diameter.
I carefully adjust my position to Yoenha afraid for the worst.
The bruise on my left shoulder is getting worse, and its injury is starting to bother me. Every swing of the Djinn of his thick tree trunk arms creates a resounding woosh of the wind. Meanwhile, I inflict light cuts while not as fatal as the blood flowing from his throat, the accumulation of the cuts will definitely sting and forces him to allocate his concentration to other areas. Not to mention, Yoenha’s few arrows are able to dig themselves from the repeated cuts that I am aiming at the same area again and again.
Game recognizes Game.
I and Yoo Yoenha maintain our pace, fearing a change of variable. I must win. We can win.
The Djinn’s skin is getting paler, from the blood loss. I similarly have an accumulation of injuries from grazes, stacking muscles stress, and even a few friendly fires. I devote myself to protecting my Archer.
But then… Accidents just have to occur from the most unlikely places.
The dumb arrogant muscle head uses his brain, and this is the result—
In feigning an attempt to give it his all and attack me in a suicidal manner, he suddenly increases his defenses. He raises both of his hands simply, and his natural attributes as a Djinn showcases itself— a body more superior than anyone can imagine.
It just takes the bulky disgusting Djinn less than a second to finally take claim of his first victim since arriving in the museum. “I got you!” He grasps Yoenha’s torso with his large hands. “Oh, lovely... Someone I can tear into a half!”
Announcement Nice, so far so good.