Kite Clump Leveling

With every swing, Marcus was getting more proficient. He swung on a tire swing before but leaping from one line to another was nerve-wracking. The only good thing was that the nerves were leaving after every swing. His hands were getting a little sore but holding on to the rope was the only thing keeping him from breaking his neck on the ground below

He also needed to get more proficient in swinging to accomplish a plan he thought of to get more exp. He took a look at his stat sheet to see what he could improve on

[Marcus Grayson lvl.2]

Stat Points: 0

Ability Points: 0

Strength: 2

Speed: 3

Intelligence: 0.4

Balance: 1.0

[Skills]

Slack-lining: Lvl 9

Web Swinging: Lvl 10

Art of the Garrote: Lvl 3

***Prowl: lvl 1

There were slight improvements that he did not expect.

"I guess stats can be improved upon without using my stat points. Except my balance and intelligence have not improved. I guess it is based on the number and if I used the stat. I didn't really use intelligence, not as much as strength and speed."

He also noticed that his web-swinging leveled up twice, which is probably why he got so much better at swinging. He did not ram into as many trees and there was a clear uptick in speed when he swung. He thought it was just his ability to swing his feet better but the increase in levels offered a more rational explanation.

After taking a deep swig of oxygen, Marcus jetted into the forest. One of the first things he's noticed about the forest is that the deeper into the forest he goes the more dangerous the animals and wildlife. So he planned to kite strong animals into his web of hunter and paralysis silk, like a true hunter.

Now and then, Marcus would squeeze out hunter silk in between two trees and branches. He couldn't create too much concurrently but after getting a quick break, he would be back to making more.

It wasn't too long until Marcus saw a trio of 3ft tall cat-like animals chowing down on some squirrels. It didn't take much to get their attention. As soon as they heard him, their bloodthirsty eyes looked at him like free dinner. They had blue eyes and a brown coat with dark green streaks. They looked like African Servals but thicker and larger.

They stared at him before wiggling their butts and pounced toward him. He truly underestimated their speed. One of the servals took one leap and landed a couple of feet away. Before the crazy cat was able to rip his face-off, Marcus leaped off the web like a trampoline. He didn't get very high but he was able to add distance and start swinging. The green serval started bounding to him on the ground and leaping off the branches, trying to reach him. The two others were jogging behind their friend and starting to pick up speed. Every time he turned around, they were collectively getting closer. The only good part was that they were getting closer to the hunter silk traps he laid before.

The first trap failed because a random squirrel went across the line and severed its leg. The servals completely ignored the dead squirrel and jumped over it as well as his line of hunter silk. Marcus just kept on swinging and tried to steer the deadly posse toward the lines of hunter silk. He was lucky enough to clip one of the cats on a line. It always amazed him how sharp the silk was, it completely severed off the cat's paw. The serval flipped and stumbled, stunned at the loss of its appendage it let out a sorrowful yip. The rest of the posse started chasing him through the branches. They clearly learned that the deadly silk was on the ground and started jumping from branch to branch to run him down. It slowed down their chase but they were still gaining speed.

In a brief bout of confidence, Marcus turned around in mid-air and shot out a line of paralysis silk. It was really obvious what he was doing, but the silk shot out soundlessly, and it was so skinny it looked invisible during a high paced chase. Weirdly, the feline saw it coming and ducked but its large ears worked against it. The paralysis set in moments later, Marcus couldn't revel in his success as his internal spool of Omni silk ran out. He had enough to fall somewhat gracefully but it was only because a turtle broke his fall. The final serval stood 15 yards in front of him, angry and hungry.