Soren finally came to the dead end of the caverns, no more alcoves, he had to once again navigate through a series of tunnels. He got out and readied his sword and crept silently through the caverns, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up he had heard nothing at all as he made his way deeper into the caverns. As Soren rounded one of the turns he came to an enormous opening the cavern, stalagmites erected from the ground created a foyer as if in a grand mansion. In the center of the natural foyer was a throne carved out of one of the stalagmites, the throne was twelve feet wide, around four people could sit on it, or the centaur who was currently sitting on it. Clyde was a massive creature, roughly ten feet in length and if he were to stand up would be between nine and ten feet tall as well. Clyde was no slouch he was barrel chested and his arms were as thick as oak. Soren wanted to end this with as little strife as possible, he gripped his sword tightly. He rounded the corner ready to confront him. "So you're the one that had been killing all my men and released my plaything. I thought it was that fox kid who I could sell for a bounty, " Clyde remarked in his deep gravely voice.

"It's just you and me now Clyde, I'm collecting your bounty," replied Soren

"I couldn't hear you, I thought you said you were here to collect MY bounty? What a joke. Also it isn't just me you have to contend with, but my second in command is here as well. Streaks!"

A five and half foot tall animorphic beastman came out from behind Clyde with two huge war hammers, this beastman was far more beast than man. Fangs, claws, and fur walking on two legs, the badger looked very comfortable with fighting. Soren was not impressed but cautious [Inspect]

Class: Dual Wielding Skirmisher

Level: 35/40

Health: 400/400

"Why don't you join me, I could use you as a solid third since you killed the other beastman under my payroll"

Soren scowling replied, "No thanks, I've only come for your head."

"Well, you'd have to go through my second for that."

This may be an uphill battle

Soren squared off against the badger beastman Streaks raising his guard as he kept having his eyes dart back and forth from Clyde who began to laugh, "Hahaha what? You think we are going to gang up on you? You think too highly of yourself, you're no threat to me. A lesser creature like a half orc wont pose much of a challenge.

He thinks Im a half orc? Ill let him keep believing that.

"Well, Ill gladly accept the honor of one on one duals," Soren replied. {Hahahaha} Clyde bellowed, as he slumped more relaxed onto his throne waiting for his "entertainment" to begin.

Ok, this badger bastard is obviously a higher level cause I cannot see his stats or much else than what I saw earlier so this will probably be fairly difficult.

Soren decided to test the waters first so charged in and exchanged a blows; with his sword he stabbed, danced, swung, spun, thrusted, back stepped, over head slashed, parried, dodged, blocked, and side swiped with a quick over turn into a blunted smack to disorient him all in quick succession. Verdict...the badger was currently stronger than him, he only managed to nick him for a couple points of damage in that whole exchange, and even though Soren managed to get out unscathed, he realized that the badger's blows were heavy. "My aren't you skillful, but you're gonna have to do better than that to get the better of me."

"I am well aware, my name is Soren by the way." Streaks looked at him quizzically as Soren finished his sentence, "Just thought you ought to know the name of the man that'll kill you."

"Hahahaha Very good. Fine then, I'm Streaks. Lets get this show on the road."

Streaks charged in with two giant war hammers, having his size roughly being 5'5" the war hammers looked too big for him to wield, however, he was not struggling to wield it in the least. Streaks spun quickly three times in quick succession building momentum as he used the final rotation to gather his built up power. Soren managed to dodge backward, but took some shrapnel as his war hammer obliterated the stalagmite next to him.

<-10 hp>

<+10 hp>

This guy's power is the real deal, and he has 400 hp as well. I've got to start being a little riskier if I want to win this.

[Reflux]

I'll have to make this 2 minutes count.

Soren launched a counter attack, and with how fast he was moving his enemy appeared to be almost moving in slow motion. Soren slashed and poked, danced and dodged for a whole minute and after Streaks made a wild horizontal swing Soren launched himself over the blow while spinning a few times to bring a full heavy slash down the back of Streaks.

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Streaks screamed {AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGH}

Soren stood there fully gassed as his spell came to an end, which was now on cool down for a minimum of five minutes. The cool down would extend based on how quickly and/or slowly his stamina regenerated.

Lets check the damage done [inspect]

Race: Badger Beastman (animorphic)

Class: Dual Wielding Skirmisher

Level: 35/40

Health: 275/400

<[Inspect] leveled up!>

Soren breathed out heavily and with a quick change, fixed his breathing to help himself recover quicker. He had knew he hit with a critical strike but he never thought it would do so little damage. Streaks seemed to have recovered from the attack and went on the offensive, he seemed much quicker now that [Reflux] was over, still Soren fought on dodging and blocking, but being as tired as he was Streaks managed to catch him in the arm with a devastating blow and sent him rolling head over heel on the floor, his arm mangled and its color changed to a blackish color.

<-175 hp>

<+20 hp>

<+20 hp>

Soren rose to his feet, albeit slowly. Streaks froze in terror as he watched Soren's arm snap back into place and visibly heal itself, even its color returned to normal. With Streaks in shock, the lag in time was exactly what Soren needed to catch his breath.

Alright let's try this again.

<+10 hp>

Soren was continually healing even now. Streaks was slightly shaking, he had never seen an orc heal the way Soren had just done before his eyes. "W-what are you??!" he screamed.

Soren replied, "Your death."

Soren charged in with more reckless abandon, Streaks was only trying to block now, he was shaken. His opponent could heal to that extent, he thought he had dealt deadly damage to Soren. Soren had managed to deal another hundred points of damage to Streaks who started to bleed a bit and his health started to gradually deplete on its on.

Soren smiled at his luck, getting skills will greatly help him both get his revenge and ensure his survival. Streaks got over his fear enough to go on the offensive, he dropped one of his war hammers and brought out a one handed battle axe. He had to turn the fight into his favor. He began on onslaught of attacks hoping to damage Soren. Soren was having a much more difficult time blocking and dodging the attacks since the axe attacks were much quicker, but just as heavy. Streaks used an incredibly powerful strike as he sank low to the ground with a twist, using an upper backhand swing knocked Soren's sword up into the air, Soren was unable to still manage holding on to the weapon as it went flying. Streaks did not miss the opportunity presented, he quickly grabbed the free arm of Soren and with a swift swing of his battle axe cut the arm of Soren's clean off.

<-250 hp>

Streaks watched in horror as Soren's arm began to regrow itself, he realized he should also be attacking right now but he just couldn't bring himself to do so. For one he never seen an arm regrow before but he used this time to think of how to kill something that regenerated so fiercely. After a couple minutes the arm was back to its former glory. "My turn," Soren said as he dashed towards his opponent, who took a step back for each step forward Soren took.

Streaks stammered, "S-s-stay back, leave me alone demon!"

Soren dashed forward and using his speed thrust his sword forward in tandem with his forward momentum to create a powerful strike that broke the shaft of his opponents axe and separated his arm at the shoulder.

Streaks howled in pain as his health plummeted.

Streaks had dropped to his knees, he felt defeated, he was defeated and had zero fight left in him.

Soren's eyes went red, he felt like he was not in control of his body as if he was outside his body looking down as he walked up to Streaks and swiftly removed his head from his body. After the body slumped on the ground he crushed his skull with the bottom of his boot.

< def +3>

<$%* ^$ &#(@!: granted>

Soren

Race: Trollkin Variant: Herculean

Level: 4/25

Health: 350/350

Str: 63

Dex:54

Def: 51

Int:42

Vitality:70

Charisma:60

Magic: 40

Luck:100

Bloodline: Royal

$%* ^$ &#(@!

Blessing:???????

skill points (SP) available:27, 22 shop currency (SC), free upgrade skill box x2, random skill box x1, random ability box x1

abilities: [25% Magic Resistance-C] [Reciprocated Helper-C] [Charm Immunity-B] [Poison Immunity-A] [Indomitable Will-B] [Iron Hide-c] [Assassins Vision-B] [Troll Libido-D] [Hydra Regeneration-S] [Trolls Musk-D] [Omnispecies Reproduction-F]

skills: [Swordsmanship lvl 3] [Polearm Mastery lvl 2] [Clawed Slash lvl 2] [Inspect lvl 3] [Unarmed Combat lvl 2] [Spike Bombardment lvl 2] [Concealment lvl 1] [Hunters Stride lvl 1] [Sonic Blast lvl 1] [Dash lvl 1] [Haste Strike lvl 1] [Sunder lvl 1]

Magic:

[light-D] [Radiant-B] [Holy-A] [Lightning-A] [Gravity-A] [Space/Time-B+] [Shadow- A]

"You were true to your word huh didn't participate at all," taunted Soren. Clyde rose to his hooves, his eye twitching and veins popping.