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Old Stingray - Chapter 92
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 17:23:29 +0000 UTCGazing upon the approaching enemy, Tim had a hard time identifying just what kind of species it was. Apart from the earlier stated features, this species seemed pretty round and textureless ~ there was no place to focus on apart from the size and crotch.
This marine animal is hard to identify but the young stingray didn't care about specifics, he only knew that fighting this enemy would be a terrifically bad idea.
Concerned because the topic surrounded him as the newcomer, the brave sea pancake broke down the chatter between these enemies by asking. "Hold on, how is this ceremony held? Like, what's that big fish supposed to do?"
The enemies began sharing one single smile afterwards, a bit crooked and even a complete dumbass would be able to pick up that such an expression carried no good-willing intent.
Perhaps it's great in their points of view, highly likely. One of these pufferfish shed a bit of light to this bizarre topic by demanding, "Just turn around."
Getting a hint of what's going to happen here, remembering key life features from when he was a human, he began panicking upon realisation and shouted for reassurance. "He better not be touching my ass!"
The same pufferfish who set out the demand a bit earlier, continued with another. "No one's crazy about touching your flat ass... but your soul has to be breached! So I'm telling you only one more time, turn around!"
Gazing at the big fish whom had stood quiet for a while, peeking at his crotch afterwards and noticing it that it stretched perhaps three times Tim's body size, he couldn't help utterly refusing. "Hell no, I'm not getting drilled by this mad fish. Fuck you and your ceremony!"
The cover was blown at this point, a good portion of new information has been admittedly collected as well. And now he instantly thought about what a different group of pufferfish explained - before they sent him out to mass slaughter the fish in that other den before, whom too worshipped the holy tar.
"These maniacs really raped innocent fish, just to surrender their souls to the holy tar... however that fucking works." The young stingray raged those thoughts through his head.
Throughout that same second of storming thoughts, he had lunged towards one of the pufferfish, flinging his magnificent barb upwards and sliding underneath the enemy after: landing a strike right against the head before escaping.
The system was swift to announce, [Checkered pufferfish killed. 10 system points have been given to you as a reward.]
[Total system points = 55]
"You bastards are supposed to be trained? Weak!" Timmy shouted as a form of tease against the enemies, at the same time he heard the other pufferfish yell out. "My brother!"
The water itself became massively disturbed through that split send and he could feel the enemies following with the prime intent of ripping the inflictor into pieces.
Speed remained as a problem, being bitten on the fin isn't quite easy to handle and he could the biggest enemy following along, proving the fastest.
A strike on his belly was inevitable to feel after, balance no longer became an option as he was tossed off the route, spinning quite like a disk - but thankfully no damage was felt, that strike from the enemy was almost labelled embarrassing.
Although struck a tad dizzy because of that collision, the boy's little brain was sharper than a dagger thanks to the accelerating danger.
Therefore, the same tunnel he had gone through earlier, caught the corner of his eye. And with such a circumstance, it was easy to puzzle out what the next move should be.
He twisted that little stingray body to the right and lunged with all of his power towards the tunnel. But regardless of effort, speed just couldn't go over 2 mp/h.
Which allowed for the other living pufferfish here to have a shot against Timothy, even though the attack was nothing more but charging like an angry land bull.
He instantly saw the enemy sliding underneath, ultimately missing the target. It was a blur regarding how that happened, but once his fin ached thanks to a swing against the water: he remembered that the lack of balance was making him swim lop-sided.
The fleeing stingray was admittedly close to the wall a few seconds ago when the big enemy fish struck him, so the raging puffer decided to share a similar fate, knocked the basalt wall with all the speed that a checkered pufferfish could gather up.
The tunnel he aimed for was just a couple of meters away, so the twirling sea disk managed to reach it before disaster could have poked out its ugly head.
Arrived at it and even managed to swim a few meters deep, before he heard the pufferfish yell out like a raging baboon. "I'm going to kill you!"
The enemy bursted through the tunnel, his eyes troubled with rage itself and the not-so-holy intent to kill had followed along with the tiny dorsal fin on his spine.
FLUGH!
The checkered bastard felt a sharp pain right across his forehead, and rage was replaced by a total mist that suppressed emotion and solely insisted on having an empty space. Short said, the enemy's soul had left the said puffer's body.
[Checkered pufferfish killed. 10 system points have been given to you as a reward.]
[Total system points = 65]
"These dumbasses are far easier to kill when they are angry." Tim celebrated as he separated from the very ceiling that proved helpful as a camouflage.
The enemy would have never expected a shot from above, but now another problem has dawned brighter than the shining sun in an early summer morning.
These battle cries and unnecessary shouts have alarmed any fish who had the ability to hear, in a hundred meter radius at least. That and the large chubby fish was snooping around the entrance of the tunnel, somewhat scared of swimming in deeper to investigate.
Trouble multiplied when a familiar female but yet heavy tone, echoed from the main portion of this natural structure, loud enough for anyone to hear. "What the hell is going on here?!"
