Chapter sponsored by @ZanZus
Life Howling, Chapter 7
<Daily Life>
“Those motherfuckers…”
After gaining some distance, they turned around to get a glance at me. I had lost my words. These damn dogs….are evil!
They ran away because they knew I’d attack them while they were on me.
“heh….so, that’s your plan, eh?”
But, you guys thought wrong.
“Divine heal.”
I took my hand to the wound, and made it light up again to reduce the pain shocking through the flesh. The Dobermans slowly approached again.
These bastards… they’re aware that I’m healing myself? But, my two arms are still perfectly fine. Next time they come attacking, I’ll finish them off….
Kwahk!
“kuwahk?”
I felt a sharp pain in my heel. I recklessly flailed my weapon around. and, when I came to a stop, I screamed. a Doberman with a broken shoulder had made its way to bite me on the foot. you… persistent…
tah daht!
suffering in the excruciating pain, I heard something running. no! the two other dogs….
“kuwahhk!”
when I turned my head around, both of my arms were already bit. kek! you damned dogs!
growl!
clink clan!
my flail was dropped to the ground from the pain. that’s when those two dogs had my arms held down. you… you fucking dogs! do you think I’ll get done in like this!
“absorb!”
as I chanted under pain, I felt something warm flow into my body from the tips of the Dobermans fangs. is this the life force?
“kieeeng!”
The dogs that didn’t whimper even after getting hit by my flail were releasing their grip on me in pain.
no!
if I let them go here…. I could die! I’m going to…finish them right now!
kuwahhk!
With my jaws clenched down, I gripped their body as I kept absorbing their life force into mine. in an instant, the pain in my arms began to reduce steadily while healing it in the most unconventional way possible, unlike the divine heal.
this is… strong!
this skill…only downside is that it’s melee, but who can argue with killing power like this?
“kuwahhhng!”
the heads of the Dobermans were glowing. Just like a mummy, the parts of their body where I held on to is drying out. and as so, they had released me.
With their bodies already partially mummified…. they had difficulties moving around. Yes, there’s that old saying, that weak dogs tend to have a stronger bark.
I glanced over at the one that had bitten my foot. He’s still there, leaving me holes to thank him for.
I slouched over enduring the pain as much as I could, so I could pick up the blood soaked flail on the ground. It was heavy, but still managed to pick it up. Then, I swung my weapon like a machine.
puuk!
just like that, the life of the dog that was biting down on me has ended.
I dragged my foot out of his face before glancing over to the side. Two Dobermans were shaking as they were trying to force themselves up.
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