Dagon looked around at the village's gate, the man who beheaded him nowhere to be seen. A thin, white scar encompassed his neck, displaying where his head was briefly separate from his body. Running his fingers across the scar, he replayed the scene in his mind, shaking.
Holy shit, my head was not on my neck, he thought, as his hands began to shake uncontrollably. He was shocked out of his stuppor, however, by the incredulous shout of a familiar bandit:
"WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW THE HELL'RE YOU STILL ALIVE?!?". Dagon shot up, turning to face his assailant. The man stood there, his face, which was the only thing not covered in armour, was twisted into a visceral frown. "Ah fuck, who cares, I'll just put ya down again. Sorry again, ya poor sod." he said, before jogging toward Dagon. Seems he doesn't see me as a threat, thats his first mistake, Dagon thought as he dug his feet into the ground and crouched. Lets see what this magic can do.
With the [Body Strengthening Magic] skill came the instinctive knowledge of how to wield it, which Dagon used to it's full effect as he charged as much of his meagre mana supply as possible into his legs, preparing to launch himself at the attacker.
"C'mon now kid, just lie down an-" the man's words were cut off as a fast moving blur impacted his midsection, knocking him to the ground. Dagon straddled the man, channeling magic into his fists, increasing their power. Slamming his fists with abandon into the man's nose, Dagon felt two simultaneous cracks as both his right wrist and the man's nose broke.
Pain exploded up his arm as the man cried out, but Dagon knew he couldn't stop. To stop would be to let the man recover, and he had more than enough strength to just push Dagon to the ground if he gathered his wits. So Dagon kept punching, until the previous thud sounds began to morph into meaty squelches as his adversary's face caved in on itself. Only once he was well and truly unable to continue punching did Dagon roll off the man, who had very obviously died minutes prior.
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"Ah shit, that hurts like a bitch," he exclaimed as he cradled his hand, holding back tears. Sitting on the wet ground, he looked over at the corpse of the man he just killed, finding it strange that he felt to remorse from his actions. Well, to be fair, he did murder me beforehand, he thought.
As he sat there, he went over what he learned about his new magic from the fight. The skill seemed to boost the power he could exert, but not the resilience of his body. He could hit much harder, but he could only take the same amount of hits as he could before.
Well, no use sitting here wallowing, I've got to carry on. He stood up and walked over to where the man's corpse lay, before picking up the glaive lying on the floor. "Sorry, but you won't be needing this.". He ignored the pain in his wrist as he held the glaive with his left hand near the front and looked toward the burning village.
As he stared toward the village, a blue screen appeared in his vision:
END OF BATTLE SUMMARY:
1 * LEVEL 7 BANDIT KILLED (700 exp * UNDERLEVELLED BONUS + WEAPONLESS KILL + FIRST KILL)
= 5000 EXP EARNED
DUE TO LACK OF CLASS OR SUB CLASS, EXP WILL BE STORED UNTIL CLASS IS GAINED
So it seems multiple factors can increase my exp gain? Good to know. Dagon thought on this as he began to walk towards the village, glaive in hand. Let's go see how much exp I can gain, then.