7 An unfitting challenge (2/2)
As the lizard continued to wriggle, the dagger dug deeper. A hammering echo was generated from the armored body parts continuously hitting the ground.
The loud noise alerted all the beasts close by. The lizard, now trying to stand up, forced itself still. Looking for the abomination which had done this to it.
Yet, as the other eye aimed itself upwards, It caught a glimpse of that cursed humanoid bird. His eyes slowly turning fully white. Seemingly getting drunk on something.
The pain began to burn. Mistaking this as a form of ridicule.
Determined to have it's revenge. The lizard contracted it's powerful tail. Planning to breaking this young twig in one swift movement.
But how could it know? Michael did not even give it enough time to flex another muscle, before starting to violently pound it further back into the packed earth.
[Abilities Activated]
[Punch LvL 1]
(A normal punch)
[Title activated:EXPERIENCED FIGHTER]
[a Title given to those who have a vast amount of fighting experience engraved in their soul]
(Physical damage dealt increased by 20%)
Michael's bulging body started to wildy swing its arms. However, no matter how frantically he moved them, they were both accompanied by a mysterious elegance. Causing each punch to flow beautifully. Akin to a ballerina ascending from her stage.
The fists aimed themselves at the fat belly of the lizard. Sending major shockwaves throughout this less plated body part.
This berzerk battering kept going for an unkown amount of time. Other animals who grew more curious of the loud drumming, later came to take a look. Wishing to find the origin of this weird noise.
However, they all left as soon as they came. Noticing the shirtless human boy who kept smearing his ripped knuckles over a pasty, red and green Lizard.
After an unknown amount of time....
Finally stopping. Michael, who was now both exhaling and inhaling heavily, noticing the pulp beneath his body.
”I felt my mind grow hazy for a second. What was that?” He questioned while exhaling.
”system, explain.”
[Host seem's to be influenced by predatory instinct of 'Night Dove']
Now more enlightened, he took another look at himself. The old leather jacket he just wore was ripped and stretched. Apppearing more like a skirt surrounding the less damaged pants.
Akwardly looking around, he began to feel the cold night air touch his skin.
Once more looking at the pulp of skin and flesh in front of him. A proud blush smeared itself over his cheeks. Both satisfied with his progress and sorry for the ball of flesh.
”I hope no one saw me while I was gone.” Quickly placing his hand on top of the soft mass. Absorbing its remains.
As the blob disappeared, what felt like a powerful tremor began to shake the earth. Noticeable for all who traversed the land. The trees around Michael began shaking horribly. Forcing his body into a guarded stance.
While preparing himself for the worst, the dagger, which now layed beside him, began to rattle back and forth.
As if a storm was forming itself around the endless forrest, the trees began to shudder more.
Cracks were developing on the once dense ground. Seeming to stem from deeper within the dark woody landscape.
Preparing to retreat back to where he originally came from, Michael instantly stopped in his tracks when the quakes ceased their existence.
”System, do you know what's going on?” He tried asking. Hoping for an explanation.
[WARNING!]
[A High Level Dungeon has appeared!]
[Host advised to move from current location]
However, before being able to act upon this advice, a new notification was then received.
[Host is beeing teleported inside Dungeon!]
[Please wait..]
Dumbfounded by the reply he godt. Michael began to scream towards the translucent screen. His instincts telling him that going to such a place was suicide.
”WAIT! ATLEAST LET ME GET A NEW SHIRT! ABOR..”
His figure then disappeard...