At first, he aimed for the head or the armored back, but then he decided against it.
Those were the hardest part of the lizard creatures.
So, changing his shaft's trajectory, he pushed himself downward and as he fell past the gaping maw, he stabbed downward, driving Lightpiercer, sheathed in deathly blue, into the soft, hot roof of the creature's mouth.
SHLUCK.
The Soulfire didn't cut; it extinguished. It flooded into the beast, seeking its Beast Core. The Croc's colossal charge turned into a death spasm.
It crashed snout-first into the mud, plowing a trench, dead before it slid to a stop.
⸢ Ironhide Mire-Croc (Lvl 50) killed ⸥
⸢ +150 EXP ⸥
⸢ Title Bonus (First Hero) Active: x1.5 ⸥
⸢ +225 EXP ⸥
One down.
Percival checked his mana: ⸢Necro: 698/1300. Swordsman: 3760/5000⸥.
Just twelve spent since the Unwelcoming Hills. That's good.
NGGRRRHHH!
Percival turned.
The Lvl 45 Croc, enraged, used ⸢Mud-Anchor⸥.
