Looking down at his feet, he picked up the bow that recently took his life. Aiming it at the group that were slowly walking towards him. They stopped in their tracks, waiting for him to release the arrow.
*host has gained the stat [intimidation +1]*
"ah hahaha, if i go down! im taking one of you bastards with me!"
*host has gained the uncommon skill [shout +1] and the stat [intimidation +1]*
Pulling the string back, he felt it digging into his finger tips. He let the string go flinging the arrow in the complete opposite direction...
*host has gained the class [archer] and gained the common skill [archery +1]*
"ahhhhh, there goes that idea."
Grispy let out a sigh and dropped his bow. The group had continued in the same pace as before and slowly approached him, they consisted of 5 spearman, 3 shieldman, 6 archers, and someone who was at least 7 feet tall, 300 pounds and carried a mace almost as long as himself.
*host has gained the stat [fear resistance +3]*
"GRIFFFAAAAAAA!!!!"
The men shouted in a language grispy had never heard before. It had finally set in that he might not be on earth. Yet maybe he was in the past? He had no idea but he knew that he had to fight if he wanted to survive.
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*host has gained the trash skill [survival instincts]*
The group charged at him, the sound of their armor clashing could be heard each time they took a step.
Grispy's body trembled but he knew the only option was to rush them head on.
"IF YOU WANNA KILL ME! THEN TRY YOUR BEST!"
*host has gained [shout +1] [intimidation +2]*
Grispy's voice echoed through out the forest behind him. As he charged the group, his first objective was to charge behind the shieldman and try to get to the archers.
GEHHH!
Before Grispy could even get behind them, the sheildman bashed him. Grispy slammed into the ground, three of his ribs shattered causing him to lose his breath for a split second.
*host has gained [bone strength +5][air circulation +2][pain resistance +1]*
Laying on the ground grispy kicked the legs of the sheildman causing him to slam onto his back. Grispy flung himself on top of him and started slamming his fist into his face. Although it was protected by a metal helmet after 4 hits it had caved in.
*host gained [exp +1][strength +2]*
*skill [overkill] has been activated and strength will be increased by 5%*
Grispy felt a sharp pain underneath his lungs. looking down he noticed a spear sticking through it.
"hillfers jer"
The spearman holding the spear that was sticking through Grispy had shouted. Not long after the archers fired their arrows into him.
*host has gained [pain resistance +2]*
He was hit with four arrows and another spearman stabbed him from behind. Grispy somehow managed to stand up while coughing up blood.
The people surrounding him looked at him in horror, as he stuck his thumbs into the spearman's eyes.
"..."
Grispy tried to speak but couldent manage even a single sound.
"ke oh a powa!"
one of the archers in the back yelled these words before taking off.
*host has gained the class [berserker] the rare skill [berserk] and the stats [exp +1][intimidation +10]*
The man with the mace winded up his arm and slammed it into Grispy's chest. Causing him to fling into the air and slam right into a tree. The spear that was once in his back was now in his front.
*host has been brought back*