The Power Of Ten: Sama Rantha 52 Chapter Fifty- Two – Let's Go For A Walk On The Pier

That said, I was still faster then they were, and I didn't have any problems kiting them, leading them here and there, cras.h.i.+ng through windows in either direction to open up distance between us, running up the outside walls to the roof or higher floor windows.

It was a long, drawn-out game, as they quickly tried to come up tactics to corner me, and I whittled them down. Their teamwork was unnaturally good, but they were up against me, and I wasn't any worse in figuring out the weaknesses in their tactics and hitting them hard from surprise.

Tremble slowly slid in Subtlety to the Slotless Enhancements on him. +4 to-hit and damage when Sneak Attack damage applied, which it basically always did, left me room for Defender to improve my AC and make me more unhittable, even with all their teamwork.

The only way to one-hit them was with a charge or braced against a charge, or getting that sweet crit on them, and even those didn't work on the officers and commanders, who had been Advanced and had Health Qi dumped on top of them.

The captain of that s.h.i.+p ended up with 500 Hit Points after all that d.a.m.n Health Qi. He was basically a legendary monster that existed just to make it hard for me to kill him. I was still a d.a.m.n Deep Seven, and could only shake my head and continue on with what I was doing. Him, his first mate, and the marine commander made a lethal team that I simply couldn't take head on, and had a d.a.m.n hard time taking out sneakily.

Kind of fun in its own way, like a boss fight where the boss was controlled by a PK, 'cause these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were definitely not dumb and locked into simple tactics.

As the sailors killed me repeatedly, I noticed that the tactics of the spellcasters were changing. Direct attacks and Summons were becoming less and less common, simply because they were next to useless. The only kinds of spells that were viable were those that buffed their allies, and I could even cut those, if I wished. Direct spells were simply useless if had Guardian up at full strength now, and 75% of the time otherwise.

So, the number of Casters dropped off, and swift, strong, and often stealthy warriors took their place. My night-time fights began to get very interesting as the room began to shrink, and the first time the Grimm hit me in ambush, sent us through the window and outside, did surprise Tremble and I.

The horde of ghouls rising from under the flower gardens, and the flowers turning into animated poison-thorn vine-las.h.i.+ng, attar-clouding, seed-spitting horrors, well, it just moved the front yard fight that much more intense, doncha know.

I still hadn't made it to the second night, however.

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I pulled a yard of steel out of the captain's ear, riding him down as he toppled with a crash, his desperate and defiant expression frozen on his face.

And yeah, he actually had those curls, he wasn't wearing a wig.

I tore the hoop earring off his ear, it was larger than a bracelet, and certainly big enough to Burn.

I jumped off his shoulder as he hit the ground next to his first mate, who had just stopped twitching after the torrent of blood from his throat slowed down. I went sliding across the blood-slick gra.s.s, came to a stop.

"Uh…?" Tremble asked, as we both looked around. "Is that all of them?"

"Yes, unless there's more on the s.h.i.+p." I looked down the hill at the oversized two-master, shaking my head. "Give me three of them."

His pommelstone unscrewed, lifted aside with cantrip-level magic, and I caught the three slender vials stored within.

I could make four Potions a day, to a max of a goldweight in value, barring comps, and naturally in lieu of Burning something else. But the increased staying power was worth sacrificing a day or two, and especially if I could make it to the end of the sailors.

Three wouldn't even take care of the damage from one hit, but that was fine. My Battle Vigor was salvaging more Soak out of nothing, and I spent my last Vigor as I dumped the first sour, concentrated vial down my throat.

Flesh shredded by the pa.s.sing of swords that weighed as much as I did first sealed, and then were settled by the Potions in pa.s.sing, cleaning up what the Vigor could not. The Caster Level of any Potion I ingested was considered to be my own, and if it was a Healing effect, it healed additional damage equal to my Toughness bonus (currently +7), and was then doubled. Double that again by healing existing an equal amount of temporary damage, and then on top of that converting an additional amount to temporary damage, meant Potions were incredibly powerful for a Melee like me. It was just a shame that I could easily burn through everything I made every day.

Powered lived and died by their chi or mana reserves. I was much more direct, my only reserve was my Health and Soak. If I had them, I could fight. If I didn't, I was dead.

But I had finally made it past the sailors. I wasn't in great shape at all, but my Health was near topped, and I at least had a modic.u.m of Soak.

I dropped the vials back into the Hilts.p.a.ce, and Tremble sealed himself back up as I glided gently down the first slope to the next open s.p.a.ce.

Motion to the sides caught my eye as I skated across the level area, and rolled my eyes.

Seriously, giant hornets?

They were as long as I was, buzzing like n.o.body's business as they swarmed and thrummed over towards me.

I put my foot down for the second time today, and the oversized bugs crashed rather awkwardly to the ground, bringing themselves and the winds they were kicking up down to earth.

A lot of buggy heads went flying, and I thanked the Curse happily as I drew out the poison from their stingers, sucked it down, and Poison Healing reacted energetically, sending waves of new vitality through me at the rate of 1-6 HP per dose. Given the thirty or so yellowjackets and multiple doses, I happily stocked up on extras as I raided their venom for contrarian healing supplies.

And if my heart rate and blood pressure topped 200 for an extended period of time, well, that's what a 35 Con allows you to laugh off.

"Wow, it's like the Curse sent us a bunch of healing just so we could see what's going on with the s.h.i.+p. Bet you it decides the hornets are a bad idea tomorrow."

"No bets. It left in the vipers too long, but eventually realized you were treating the venom sacs as healing potions. And the scorpion was only one night, too, after you sucked its tail dry."

"See, you're paying real attention." I turned to survey the sky, making sure nothing was coming down out of the blue mist up there at me. "Well, you ready to see what the water has in store for us?"

"d.a.m.n straight." Battle Vigor on top of the poison healing and the easy kills also topped off my HP, which was definitely a good thing. I didn't have any more reserves then Potions I didn't want to spend… but you never know.

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I glided down the next slope, to the level stretch that ended in a built-up break wall and walkway along the river, some twenty feet above the water, leading down to the pier the s.h.i.+p was docked at.

More then two minutes had pa.s.sed, so something out there had glommed on to me. It had to be in the water, because there was no movement on the s.h.i.+p, surprisingly enough. Then again, there wasn't anything that said the s.h.i.+p itself couldn't be a monster. An animated s.h.i.+p would take quite some work to take down, although I suppose it would burn pretty well.

Which actually wasn't all that bad an idea. As I came down the stairs towards the pier, Tremble s.h.i.+fted to Firephasing, and then we began peppering that s.h.i.+p with Banestars of fire, fwishfwishfwish, fast as I could twirl him and send them out into its hull, sails, masts, and cabins. Incredibly hot flames splashed over the dry wood and caught fire with great speed. They spread with unnatural, dream-like speed, and in a remarkably short period of time, the s.h.i.+p was on fire, the ropes that were las.h.i.+ng back and forth on their own were being eaten away.

I hopped on board, ignoring the fire blazing around me, and trotted over to the captain's cabin, cutting through the simple k.n.o.b on the blazing door and trotting inside as Tremble pointed eagerly.

Yeah, a large purse of jewels in a burning chest was a definite good find. The pay for the sailors could stay where it was for the moment. I could retrieve it in the future.

About then, this skysc.r.a.per-sized s.h.i.+p lurched and upended itself with unnatural speed. I was suddenly on a floor at sixty degrees to the stern, which made it a bit more difficult to reach the door out.

Difficult, but not impossible, as the s.h.i.+p began to sink even faster then it was burning, d.a.m.n thing.

I ran up the sloping floor with Dragon Walk, slamming the door open with my shoulder as it had slammed shut, back out on the burning hull that was sliding into the depths with unnatural haste, as if its buoyancy now equaled that of solid stone.

Dream physics. Gotta love them.

I scooted over to the side and jumped up and out as the s.h.i.+p screamed past behind me, grabbing the edge of the pier-

And holys.h.i.+t swinging myself out of the way as the long head of the hill-sized snapping turtle came lunging out of the water to take a bite out of me.

Its hooked beak-like jaws snapped shut with a crack like shattering stone… oops, no, that actually was stone shattering on the pier, silly me.

Spinal crest, intelligent eyes, flippers had claws.

Aw h.e.l.l, this wasn't a giant snapping turtle…

I swung myself up onto the pier as the dragon turtle loomed up, and shoved myself away with my arms as my legs made the same motion in the other direction, but did nothing.

Its action followed my legs, quite logically, and so it totally missed me with the superheated steam breath weapon as I slid in the opposite direction. One monstrous eye rotated and followed me in astonishment as I skidded away from it. I spun and turned and was on my feet, still skating backwards and out of range of the flipper-claw it slapped down with crus.h.i.+ng force on the pier.

I reversed abruptly as Tremble snarled and went into Stormphasing and Dragon-Killing Mode. I thanked the master of the mansion for his trophy room containing drakes, and then opened up a six-foot gash along the dragon turtle's webbed claw as his wagon-sized head swung back in my direction, sparks spitting in the thick hide and flesh.

The dragon turtle let out a rather pained sound, opening jaws capable of swallowing your average Buick, and snapped out at me again.

Stand slammed into the h.o.r.n.y jaw, flaring with deflective power, and although that head out-weighed me at least fifty-fold, I slammed it aside, leaping up as the rotating eye fixed on me, and Tremble's ominous drone matched its growls as I cut.

Its scream as I harvested that eye was beyond my vocal range, and I thank my Con score and Thunder Resistance for not getting my ears blown out. It tried to slam me away, but I was swinging over its head, sliding past the crest on its head, spinning around and down and, hey, did you know it had another eye on the opposite side of its head? Wonderful, wonderful, those things came in pairs! Splurch!

Blinded, it snapped its head back as I felt flat to the pier, let it whip past overhead, pause and orient on the snapping hum of Tremble, and drive back at me, turning its head and opening its jaws wide to snip me in multiple parts.

Instead of jumping, I folded right down to my s.h.i.+ns and leaned all the way back, and effectively did a moving Archer Stand Thrust as it shot by above me, driving Tremble into its neck near the corner of its mouth, and letting its own ma.s.s and strength tear open a ma.s.sive wound through nearly a forearm-length of scales and hide and muscle.

I hit at least a couple big veins, and its entire neck convulsed as twisting lightning blew apart blood and water and made something bad 50% worse, elemental vulnerability tyvm. The horrendous damage went up its spine to its head, and I saw small bolts erupt out its b.l.o.o.d.y eye sockets as it convulsed. I pushed myself aside as the extended neck crashed down limply.

"Fudge. I do not want to go water-diving for the dragon heart," Tremble cursed as I spun back up to my feet. We watched as the flipper-claws released like taut cables from the stone, and the weight of its sh.e.l.l dragged it backwards and down into the dark waters, following after the s.h.i.+p.

"Not a big surprise at all," I mused, looking up and down the length of the pier, my eyes stopping at the far end of the pilings.

Two wrist-thick strands of something were playing back and forth there. I turned to face it, eyes narrowed, before the narrow head and the first thin legs came over the edge, and the ma.s.sive pincers swept up from the sides.

"Uh? Scorpion's big brother?" Tremble asked, noting the size of the pincers.

"Lobster. Water-dwelling crustacean. Their tail flesh is delicious, as is the pincers." I sighed as I watched it whipping around a couple hundred pounds of delicacies as Samsnipping appendages, stopping my drooling thoughts of hot melted b.u.t.ter. The cold and emotionless eyes fit perfectly as it pulled itself over the end of the pier, easily spreading out to cover most of the width of it.

"Vulnerable underneath, aye?" Tremble a.s.sessed.

"Just like most bugs, yeah." We watched it start to come towards us with careful, heavy steps on the stones, feelers waving about to sample the air and touch everything carefully. Due to its size, it actually moved fairly quickly while not actually taking that many steps.

I skated towards it, and it paused immediately, tracking my motion and pulling its open pincers back to strike.

I repeated the tactic I'd used against the dragon turtle, perfectly effective since I was charging in too fast for it to adjust the path of its larger pincer coming in to pinch me in two. Down on s.h.i.+ns, just above the ground, leaning all the way back, and punching up with Tremble still in lightning form along the joins of its carapace and legs.

It was defying physics with its size and weight, should have collapsed under its own weight, but the basic physiology was still the same. Let loose the pressure differentials in its legs and thorax, and its legs just snapped down and back, unable to hold on as the air squealed out the path chewed down its underbelly.

The shrill sound sounded very much like boiling lobster, and I licked my lips at the smell and sound despite myself.

I rolled out sideways underneath it as its ma.s.s settled down with a multi-ton crunch behind me, tail flapping uselessly and unable to send it away from me, being out of water and all. As it beat the stone uselessly, I hopped up on its backside, trotted up along its back to the front of it, crouched down and expeditiously drove Tremble into its black eye and brain while it lay there unable to move anywhere, flailing its ma.s.sive pincers uselessly.

And jumped as two tentacles came whipping out of the water to grab me, spinning and cutting a third one apart in midair, landing and sliding under two others and back out of effective reach towards the walkway.

I watched as a kind of cross-shaped flower of a head rose out of the water on a thick, rubbery stalk. It had lamprey-like teeth on it, the round hole of a mouth, and the 'petals' of the jaw seemed to be lined with rudimentary visual organs, as well as hooked teeth.

The tentacles looked something like a giant octopus would have, except for the serrations along them that heralded a kind of flesh-rending threat octopi didn't have. I couldn't see the central body from my angle… but I could sense it along the edge of the pier, moving below my line of sight closer to me, and this extended head staying mostly unmoving relative to me.

"The h.e.l.l is this thing?" Tremble asked, curious and completely unable to feel the unnaturalness about it.

I narrowed my eyes, watching the way s.p.a.ce seemed to bend around its body, and the stone of the pier give way uncertainly under the tentacles, before reforming.

"See the way it is interacting with the environment?" I said in a low, careful voice. I could feel Tremble focus. "It's bringing in its own reality. It's not a part of the Curse…"