TTIGRAAS: Predator

Chapter 34

I put away Shizu's sword into the safety of my stomach. I was going to finish the job with Redhead's sword; it felt too fitting not to.

Now ready, I lunged again at my opponent but was handily deflected over and over. He was faster than he appeared, but I was faster still. Though, since I wasn't fighting to win right now, simply buying time, and distracting the Disaster while I collected energy with my other body, he was able to fend me off for now.

Any shallow injuries I inflicted on him healed almost immediately. This wasn't a problem, though; all I had to do was land a decisive blow.

I'd slice his head clean off.

I was sure I could do it. Being as small and fast as I was, getting close enough to do the job wasn't too much of a challenge. And, if I succeeded, this battle would be over.

So, using thought acceleration to properly plan out my attack, I made my move and again flung myself at my enemy. First feinting to bait a swing of his cleaver in a way that would make it nearly impossible for him to block me in time, I nimbly changed direction in a way only someone as elastic as me could do and...

I did it.

The Orc Disaster's head tumbled to the muddy ground.

I sprung back. My gut was telling me this wasn't over yet.

The Orc Disaster's sickly yellow-green aura surged out of the wound, extending to the detached head now being picked up by its body. Then, as the beheaded orc placed his head back onto the stump I made, it melded back together.

I wanted to laugh at myself for believing this would be that easy. Of course, someone with this freak's ability to heal wouldn't be downed by a simple beheading. I knew I wouldn't be, at least.

[[Notice: Further melee combat has been determined to be ineffective. Alteration in strategy advised.]] Great Sage almost seemed concerned for a moment since it had spoken without a prompt.

Yeah, I figured that out already, thanks.

If even my skill was worried about me, I really did need to calm down and change my approach.

At the same time, my body double was still ravaging the battlefield, collecting magicules for me. But, I needed to focus on my own fight.

I stopped and waited for the orc's next swing while still weighing my options.

As the cleaver was a meter from my head, I hooked it with the guard of The Redhead's Sword and tore the blade out of the beast's grip.

I managed to see and block a punch it reared back for me with its other arm as it lost its weapon.

What I didn't have time to see though, was more of the monster's aura wrapping around my legs as it coalesced at our feet; a dense mixture of both of our magicules pooling into the crater around us.

It had planned this. It was trying to eat me.

But that was its mistake.

The smile that had already been on my face this entire fight grew as I realized this was just what I wanted in that moment. Every cell in my body wanted this.

I wanted to eat the Orc Disaster.

I was going to eat him.

I needed it, so much so that I was quivering with excitement, the feeling mingling with my strong drive to wipe him from this world.

It was an odd combination.

You're going to eat me, huh? That's cute. I don't think there's any stomach big enough.