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For a 'weapon' whom's role is not to deal damage, I must say that it betrayed expectations. Obviously, in a positive way for me. And in a negative way for the Hobgoblin High Warrior.
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BRRRRRAKKKKK!!!
[Critical!]
[The target has suffered 1,200 damage!]
The shield completely caved in the monster's chest. The crash sent it back on the ground once again, gasping and grasping for air, grasping and grabbing at the shield grabbing at its arch-enemy-- my shield.
I myself, was also out of air.
*gasp* "Haaah... haaaah... haaa-- damn it--!"
Clang!
I was barely able to parry and swipe away the Hobgoblin's attack. Pushed back, I regained my footing and drew in deep breaths. My battle here still had not reached its resolution.
In my hand, I was not holding any weapon of mine. Instead, I was holding the spear that I snatched from the High Warrior as I smashed my shield into its body.
Taking in my breaths, I tried to remember what my Trainer-- the dreaded Godspeed, and person who put me in this situation-- taught me.
That was honestly the only thing that the bastard did well. Teaching, explaining, and providing example. If it involved this world, then he was the one to ask. The only problem was that you had to endure all of the filler and comments that he gave over every subject...
"Tsk." At the moment, just thinking of him made me grind my teeth. I was able to withstand an outburst, though. Else, I wouldn't be prepared and in the right mindset, considering my situation.
'Hoooh... I need to maintain a set distance... keep them in your reach... but out of theirs... lead their movements, attacks...' The ideas and principles of the spear that the dimwit spout slowly resurfaced in my head.
My stature and position changed as I remembered the pose ingrained in my mind.
'Sideways. Back upright. Knees slightly bent. Right hand forward, grabbing near the middle of the spear...' The details were coming to me quickly.
'Left hand grabbing the end, positioned at the hip. Aim at the cranium, to deter them from attacks aimed at your head...' As I droned on about each point, my body naturally righted itself into position.
'Always check the quality of your weapon.' That was the last point that 'Trainer' of mine taught me. I knew I didn't have that sort of comfort in the current moment, but I needed to take a quick glance just in case.
"Inspect."
[Spear of the High Warrior]
Attack Power: 130
Rating: Rare
Durability: 10/50
Movement Speed: +5%
*There is a small chance that the 'Bleeding' status will be produced with every hit.
**Critically damaged. Repair needed urgently.
The weapon that represents the society of the Hobgoblins. Given only to the greatest and strongest of Hobgoblins. Made to protect the Hobgoblin King.
Conditions of Use: Level 130 or higher; more than 500 strength
Weight: 400
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"!!!"
I was currently level 131, thanks to my killing of Hobgoblins up until now. The fact that I was barely able to reach the due requirements for the weapon was of course surprising, but what really made me raise my eyebrows was the Attack Power of the spear.
My most trusty sword, the one that I have... thrown somewhere... has 90 Attack Power. Of course, the requirements for the weapon are lower, but it is also of the same rating: Rare.
For a spear to have such high Attack Power is incredible in my eyes. I suppose it shows the difference in status of our weapons. After all, my sword isn't a One-of-a-Kind beauty, no matter how much I wish. Whereas this weapon-- well, the description says it all.
'That [Bleeding] effect explains about earlier. I thought it was the High Warrior that causes the Status, but I suppose I am wrong.'
The bleeding effect is a plus, no matter the chance. What wasn't was the weapons Durability. It was near destroyed.
'Oddly fragile for such a special weapon.'
"Grrrutt!"
The Inductee finally finished its look-over of me. Thankfully, I had also gone over a look-over of my current state. Charging over at me, it swung its sword wide. Easily, I sidestepped the attack, and gave two quick thrusts.
"Guack!!" the Inductee yelled from the pain. It also tried to stab at me, but I just slapped it away with the head of the spear, and cut at its chest.
"Grrk!" It groaned. I had already cut its health down by a fourth. The high attack power was showing its presence.
"Grrrr!" The butt-ugly monster snarled. Seemingly undaunted by my strength, it threw slash after slash, strike after strike.
And none of them hit. At this point, I was easily reading one step-- no-- TWO steps ahead.
I guess you could say that 'Throwing me into the Fire' has completely developed a sixth sense for me when fighting these Hobgoblins. Anything weaker than a High Warrior stood no chance against me; that was how high my confidence was.
No matter the attack, the Hobgoblin could not land a single blow on me. I, on the other hand, countered or directly hit the Inductee after every mistake. Unfortunately, the spear still lost some durability. I was confident, though, that I would kill this Thing before its vitality lapsed.
At this point, the Hobgoblin barely had 15% of its health left. Since the start of the battle until the immediate moment, only 30-40 seconds had elapsed.
Not much else could have happened on this battlefield. With only me and my opponent in front of myself, everything else around us lulled.
Supposedly.
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"GRRRAAAKKK!!!"