Balrow barely grunt as I force my left hand on the top of his shield, not waiting for his answer, I see him struggle to get his hands out of the strap, hands shaky.
Grabbing the shield in a hurry I push the grandpa hard to the right, throwing my spear away, my grip suddenly loose.
But my anger is still boiling.
The death grip appear on my new shield now, just as I force myself forward.
Rushing. Hard. Fast.
Both hands grip the edge of the shield. No time for the strap.
I run and slam into the beast husks, meeting it's charge, even if I slide back.
It push forward like a hyrdraulic press seeing my shaky position, dragging my feet back. However malfoy soon stab him on it's side and I give a huge push forward. My hips arching and flexing weirdly, just trying to get as much power as I can out.
My push back work, and it allow's it stepping back to take some momentum.
My left hand hurry.
Shoving itself in the strap as I hear something being picked up behind me.
The beast slam again, and come meet me directly shield against tusks. My shoulder back my weight, pressing inside the shield, using the shield like some kind of weapon a NFL player would love.
Again, I lose the strength confrotation, my own spear nick the side of the boar as annie on my right, picked up my spear and took my spot.
Shaky hands come help my back as I take another charge.
Straight on, vibration shaking my whole body, as my right hand come to rest on my left strapped hand, like barlow did, this shit is hard, I suddenly have a bit more respect for that old man.
Grunting, I push forward, now in a good enough position to hold the hole and stare straight in that pig eyes, it look straight in my eyes too, lean forward, still bleeding out.
And then it move.
Not at me.
It moves away to the left as his way healthier friend come take his place, a momentum way bigger than the previous one come slamming into my shield.
I get dragged behind even more. My feet leave the ground for a second before shaky hands push me back down.
When my feet are on the ground again. The burn in my veins push me to move.
My body lean forward, my feet widening to get the hint of a stance.
My lungs feel like they just got crushed.
Fuck...
I barely take some steps forward, barely see how they change place again as the other fucking ram into me.
Just like a battering ram.
Same thing happen. Again.
I walk forward, metallic taste in my mouth.
Huh, they learned that running a bit more would fucking crush us.
That's a problem. The burn get hotter, it hurt.
Shaky footing bring me forward again, just before I get sent flying back, I want to puke.
I take a deep breath, my legs are weak as I force myself in front, damn why do they improve their strategy when I take balrow job?
I get in front of the hole again, breath ragged I look u-! And fly away, I almost slip on blood.
LET ME THINK!
Hands come to grab my shoulders, shaky, weak hands, even weaker than mine "I'll ta-!" "SHUT UP!" I don't recognize my voice, it's harsher than before, I don't let barlow take the shield again and just push forward in front of the hole again, this old man did way too much on the dead one, he's out.
He's just gonna die the second he try to hold those new hits.
Talking about new hits.
I feel my bones shake as my heels drag themselves on the bloody floor, again.
Fuck they ramped up the distance and the speed? Tag teaming now!?
The man behind trying to support me barely stay up.
See? He's done.
I lift my head up, barely seeing from my curled position behind the shield, I see the meat running extremely fast behind barely being hitted by my swordman and new spearman, fuck, they don't stay long enough after hitting me to get hit back hard, their new strategy is way too-! I fly back again, my feet having carried me in front of the hole once again to shield.
This is fucking pissing me off. It burns, it burns, my veins hurt more than my creaky shoulders.
The boar go back outside as fast as it could only getting grazed by malfoy sword, an arrow fly out, it hit. But it keep running to the right as the other one still already having ran for a while take it's place to rush into me.
Routine oblige, my body shake and get dragged backward.
I need to be stronger.
To hold the line.
I take one step forward, my legs shaking, as I lift the shield in front of me and dig both of my heels on the ground.
I cheat a glance up and see the next one, still bleeding, but obviously able to keep going to rush at me again.
My lungs feel crushed, I lick my lips, is that blood? My shoulders are burning in efforts, my legs are shaking in weakness.
Fuck, I can't take more of thoses.
Should I switch again?
I glance at malfoy, he's good, but weak.
I glance at annie, she'll litterally die.
I feel balrow, he's getting up from his knees from behind me, same as me did his best already.
I can't look at jenna, but no, she's our best damage now, not like she could.
I hear the growl of the pig, blood boiling in my veins, the sound of my heartbeat almost muffling out the growl. It's coming fast.
Show it.
[-Body: 10
-Mind: 10
-Magic: 1
1 free point
1000 substat points.
For your safety, please do not add more than 50 points in a single substat]
Would a point in body work?
The boar gain ground, readying himself to tag team me with it's friend again.
I don't know how powerful that will be, what will this give me, really?
Is this even remotely useful? Imagining that it gives me one tenth more power, if the boost is general, that's not enough to keep me holding the line for long, but what if it's specific? Even, what would it improve?
Grip strength?
Not the problem here, endurance?
Still not the problem, the problem is how my legs can't keep up. Not knowing how to position themselves, shifting, bruised and hurt.
The problem are my hands getting battered in again and again, just like my shoulder.
The problem is my chest and how my lungs hurt. How they fucking burn and rumble, making me want to cough out blood.
The problem is my core working overtime to keep myself steady.
One point couldn't improve my body that much, could it?
The tendons in my fingers groan as my grip get even harder, I have a hand cramp because of how hard I'm squeezing.
It hurt...but no matter how much I try to relax, I can't let go.
I just can't.
Litterally, I don't manage to do it, my boiling blood just PUSHING me to continue, not to give up in front of that meal...Why am I so angry?
Fuck, what am I even saying, I know damn well why!
I look at the boar, getting closer and closer, we'll hit soon.
How do I need to do it?
Just vocalising it would work right?
But would that even work, my grip tighten, the blood in my veins screaming yes.
Whatever, I don't have another idea.
Put one free point in magic.
I doubt I could describe the sensation in my veins right now.
Maybe melting lave would be fitting.
My legs still shaky get closer together, keeping me in this uncomfortable position, steady. No matter how much it hurt to stay in it.
No pliers could get my hands away from this shield.
It burn...it burns so much.
But really, it's not that uncomfortable!
I hear something from behind me, malfoy voice I think.
Oh wait, why he's behind me you ask?
Oh well, that's because I rushed out of the hole of course, what else?
Please, why should I cower behind a wall when this dying piece of meat is just knocking and begging to be tasted?
Really, you ask such strange questions sometimes!
Slamming my shield against the running piece of steak, I get absolutely obliterated!
Hah, feisty.
I fly back my left arm with the shield high above my head, the stagger sending it fly up, my feet slam on the ground.
Dragging and trying to stop the momentum, realizing it won't work
I fall to my knees! They hurt as they graze the ground, and keep drifting on my knees, ripping my pants and skin on the ground, adding to the trail of blood.
My knee slide on the right, making the bleeding bigger, but the side of my feet and shoe finally manage to stop the take ground and stop the momentum.
I take out a stone, it appear in front of my belly.
Sharp and pointy, pointed down just above my steak.
Oh, you're asking why I'm here? Wasn't I on the ground a moment ago?
Well, yes I was, but, like I said earlier, why should I run from my meal?
The second I had a hint of a foot on the ground I blasted off toward that big pile of moving fur!
Yeah, my legs hurt a bit but it's not like I would fail doing something as simple, as instinctive, as habitual as running.
What, I don't run a lot?
Yes and?
My stone dig down with unnatural power on the top of the shocked piece of meat, it dig in it's hide. As much as it dig in my hand, sharp stone for sure!
The meat start shaking itself around and growling like a-!
Ah, shut up.
I punch the shield to it's side on a bleeding arrow hole. Getting my hand off the stone, I move back as it do it's little tantrum.
I'm talking here.
I skip back toward the wall, my legs loose, even with how much they are shaking and burning.
As I was saying, yes and?
I give a small glance at the system window on my peripheral vision.
[Magic: 2
-700 mystical fear
-1000 magical instinct human chasing
-300 magical instinct human slaughthering]
I don't run a lot.
but still.
it doesn't mean it's not instinctive.