"The book, or your life." Othan demanded as he prepared 6 fireballs
«A threat has appeared»
‹Eliminate threat›
‹Reward: 50 Exp›
"And of course the system wants me to fight him." Klyde groaned as He took out the blood sword, a sword with a brown handle and twk crimson blades hear each other and used analyse on it.
«Analysis»
‹Name: blood sword›
‹Strength: +10›
‹Agility: +1›
‹Durability: 2500/2500›
‹Attributes: Damage done by the user heals the user by that amount›
‹Special skill: Meteor slash›
He then stared at Othan as she shot fireballs at him. Klyde blocked all of the attacks with his sword, drawing closer to him. As he was about to attack him, Othen used status magic to increase his speed and dodge and shot a fireball at him, which landed and it did a lot of damage.
«Status»
‹Health: 150/160›
Though the damage he would take was decreased , his armor wasn't gonna going to protect him for long.
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«Status»
‹Health: 90/160›
He supported himself with his sword as the bombardment stopped.
"You're just a level 1, do you really wanna risk dying?" Othen asked as he started casting a larger fireball.
"Over my death body." He welded his other sword and ran straight to Othen. Klyde knew he couldn't stop the fireball ball so he tried dodging it. He got to a close enough distance for close combat and tried attacking Othen with his swords.
Othen used a status magic to increase his speed and dodged his attacks. The more he attacked, the more Othen just dodged, and this started to wear him town.
«Status»
‹Stamina: 80/100›
"You can't win a fight against a level 20 when you're level one." Othen teased
Klyde clenched his sword, clearly frustrated by the power gab. He sheathed his regular and pointed his blood sword at Othen.
"Meteor slash!" Klyde yelled.
And with that body felt like it was moving on his own as he dashed at Othen with incredible speed. He jumps in air and came down slashing his arm off.
«Status»
‹Health: 120/160›
‹Stamina: 60›
As Othen saw his hand land to the floor he dropped his wand clutched the part that still remained and yelled in pain. Klyde wasn't satisfied though as he pressed his sword on Othen's neck. As Othen felt the cold metal touch his skin and the blood On it trickling down his neck his eyes widened in fear as his head would be next.
As Klyde was about to dismember his head he reconsidered sparing his instead stabbed his torso. Othen screamed his agony and collapsed, blood pouring out of his wounds.
«Threat Eliminated»
‹ + 50 Exp›
‹Opponent was higher level + 20 Bonus Exp›
«Status»
‹Exp: 80/200›
"You can heal that yourself. If you die, not my problem." Klyde said he walked off.
He went back to the guild and brought the cores. When Emily saw him her her expression from smug to pissed and then worry before the ran off, unbeknownst to Klyde.
"I have returned the cores." He placed five cores on the table.
"Oh, it's you again. Your payment will be brought to you in just a moment." She said and left, taking the cores. She came back with a tray coins stacked on each other. "Here are your coins, sir." She said with a warm smile.
Klyde took the payment and then sat on that same table again. He noticed that there were some elves in the guild but wondered why they weren't there before.
"I still have that extra stat point, better put it in strength."
«Stats»
‹Stat points: 0›
‹Strength: 5›
"That was tiring, maybe I should go find an inn to rest"
******
Emily was wondering in the forest when he found Othen resting on a tree, but he was wounded and looked weak. Though he tried healing his arm back, his basic healing wasn't enough and he could only cover the wound to stop blood leakage.
"Brother!" Emily yelled as he ran to Othen and helped him get up. "Who did this to you."
"It… was… Kly…" Othen said, his voice weak and barely a whisper, before he passed out.