Chapter 381 Terror Of The Depth
?Raith eyes widened with shock as the visage of the monster sprawled before his eyes. While he was jubilant that he was indeed right, he didn't have the ti to celebrate in it.
The monster's third tentacle squird around, suspiciously as if inspecting sothing. There was no eyes on the monster's body, just its barbaric sets of sharp fangs, set unevenly in its mouth.
Raith slowy began to step back. The best call of action in this situation was to give himself and "this thing" space. He needed it the most, in order to access the situation he was in. Not the kind of call he would have made before.
But Raith had to now respect death and act in accordance, shielding himself from it with every possible action.
In the ans of stepping back, a stupid stone suddenly crumbled beneath his feet, disrupting the perfect silence. The third tentacle turned to his direction.
Raith's eyes widened as he saw an eye perched at the end of the tentacle. He didn't think twice and leapt away from where he was standing. Before he could land, the monster lashed its tentacles at him so fast.
Raith belatedly used his blunt sword to block the lashed out tentacle. Hitting with all the strength he could 'belatedly' gather. He could feel his muscle tremble under the strain of his sword as it clashed with the strong fang outgrowth at the end of the tentacle.
The monster took no ti to recess. Almost imdiately as the first tentacle reeled backward from Raith's blocking impact, the other one exploded forward. Slapping and scraping the ground with a sickening sound as Raith dodged.
He didn't have enough ti to gather his thoughts or himself. He haphazardly drew a forceful arc across the air to block the next attack. Almost imdiately, he brought down the arc again to block another one.
Again and again, his hand saw no rest. In order to minimize the strain on his body Raith pushed his right body forward, locking his legs sturdily to the ground, with a narrowed gaze, he continually blocked the persistent slapping of the monster's tentacles.
The skirmish between the two of them beca a visage of blurry patterns, intermittent sparks and violent gale.
But Raith was sure he wouldn't last long if the battle continued like this. He needed to find a way to make the monster change its pattern of attack. He needed to move closer to deal damage. He needed to…
'Ughhh…'
Raith ground his teeth at the harrowing pain he felt in his shoulder ligants as the speedy movent of his hand continued.
Each block was resonating a force in his muscles, and with ti it only grew worse.
'Strong, very strong'
The sheer power of the tentacles against his sword exploded a violent gale of wind with every clash. If such a thing was to land a hit on him… Raith was sure he would turn to smithereens.
That left him no choice but to defend himself crazily. But that can't continue. He needed so breakthrou–
To his surprise, a whistling curve drew across the air and lodged an arrow into the monster's… before the arrow could make its mark. The third tentacle squird to the side, easily dodging.
But that move, that was all Raith needed. He clenched his numbing hand tightly. That fraction of second, that slight and quick shift in focus of the abominable creature gave him all he had been asking for.
Raith darted forward with a burst of speed. The tentacle lunged at him, lowering and scraping the ground. Raith twisted his body over the tentacle, dodging it by the skin of the teeth. As he landed, he deflected away the next one and shot forward again to the main body of the creature.
'I don't know who that was but thank you plenty'
He lowered his body, drawing the line and montum of his attack from below and unleashing a fine upward slash.
But it turned out to be pretty useless.
Stunned by the shock of his slash not effecting not even a thin line of injury on the monster's skin. The tentacle swung in front the side and smashed him away, throwing him like a ragged down. Raith crashed into the base of the cliff, exploding shatters of stones.
The place was covered by a cloud of dust which slowly dissipated to reveal a ragged, bloodied human coughing up blood as he stood up from where he had been launched into.
He spat out blood and held his hip. Five crude gash had opened there, profusely shedding crimson liquid. Raith frowned, biting the pain as he pressed his hand against the wound. It wasn't that bad thanks to his clothes.
The hard fabric of his clothes had sustained more of the slicing damage but his flesh was also scraped along with it.
"Fuck…"
Raith cursed and lifted his sword looking at the monster that was now quite far away. The third tentacle was currently dealing with an onslaught of arrows.
Raith looked up, activating his demon eye to see who was there. But the mont he tried to use it, his vision blurred and a punch crashed into his wound throwing him up. Another slam smashed him to the ground. He coughed up blood as he struggled to see who it was even though he sought of already had an idea.
"I told you, didn't I? Don't use your skills."
The asura's voice was like a nightmare, he dreaded it. He groaned in frustration and clenched his fist so tightly. Crying internally.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck… I don't care what it will take . I will kill this bastard at all cost'
Raith stayed on the ground for a while. Then slowly raised his head and the rest of his body to look at the asura.
"I just wanted to see the person, I didn't intend to use it…"
"What advantage will seeing the person bring to you. Focus on your own goal."
Thard - Harl cut his speech short with his response.
Raith frowned and lowered his head.
"I'm sorry."
The asura's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, devoid of whatever emotion. He then looked toward the mountain then looked back at Raith. And disappeared.
Reappearing on the mountain where the archer was.
"Dear miss… I'll have you stop"
The lady shook in fear and belatedly staggered to her butt.
"You, h…h…o…how?!!"
Thard - Harl picked up the bow that had fallen off her hand when she stumbled.
"I'll be seizing this"
He disappeared.
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