Stupid Decision! - 2
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"Oh? It seems you've betrayed my expectations. Let's see how long it takes for you to regret your decision." His voice was calm, yet laced with the kind of menace that froze her momentarily.
He ducked sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the massive, gnarled claw that swung at him with deadly force.
*Raaaaaaaahhhh!*
The abomination roared, its guttural growl echoing violently through the cave. The sound reverberated off the jagged walls, dislodging loose rocks and filling the air with a suffocating tension. Dust swirled in the dim torchlight, creating an otherworldly haze.
He straightened, brushing off a speck of dirt from his shoulder as his gaze settled on the towering beast. "At first, I thought this monstrosity was just an overgrown brute," he mused aloud, "but no… this thing is an amalgamation of multiple creatures, stitched together and brought to life through dark arts." His lips curled into a cold smile. "You do realize that's a crime punishable by death under capital law, don't you?"
The abomination stood at an imposing twenty feet tall, a grotesque patchwork of mismatched parts. Its hulking body was that of a mutant orc, its arms ending in the razor-sharp claws of a Nether Werewolf. Blood Mammoth tusks jutted out from its misshapen jaw, glinting cruelly in the dim light. Large, crude stitch marks crisscrossed its body, binding the mismatched pieces together like Frankenstein.
"You should worry about yourself first, you arrogant bastard!" She sneered.
His eyes shifted to the woman standing. She watched from the sidelines, her expression twisted with defiance and thinly veiled anxiety. She raised her hand, and the beast lunged forward at her command.
*Clang!*
His blade met the abomination's claws in a deafening clash of steel against bone. Sparks flew, and the sheer force of the impact sent tremors through his arms. "Tsk... you'd do better to focus on running. It won't take long for me to take this thing down," he taunted, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I forgot—puppeteers can't afford to lose control of their creations, can they? You need to keep feeding it mana. Constantly."
Her lips tightened as she watched the battle unfold. 'Damn it... why did he have to show up now? Of all times!' she thought bitterly.
Her mana reserves were low from the extensive testing and creation of her "masterpiece." She had poured everything into this experiment, only for him to barge in and ruin it all. 'I'm out of mana potions too... shit!' she cursed inwardly, her fingers twitching with barely contained frustration.
Though she refused to show it, doubt gnawed at her confidence. The abomination wasn't ready for a real fight. It was incomplete—a rushed project, still unstable. She had hoped to perfect it before anyone found out, but now, here he was.
Meanwhile, he studied the beast, his sharp eyes analyzing its movements. 'This thing is a nightmare… its raw strength is overwhelming. But it's slow. Slower than me, at least. That's something.'
He darted forward, sliding under the beast's massive legs in a blur of motion. His blade slashed across its thigh in a precise arc, aiming to cripple it. The blow landed cleanly but drew no reaction—the abomination moved as if it didn't even feel pain.
'Tch… regular wounds won't work. Of course. This thing's just a mindless zombie, a jiangshi under her control. I'll have to sever its limbs completely… or destroy the core holding it together. Its heart and brain won't matter since it's already dead,' he realized grimly.
Tightening his grip on his sword, he leapt into the air, vaulting over the beast's hulking form. With a sharp twist of his body, he drove his blade deep into its right shoulder, the force of his attack causing the creature to stagger.
*Boom!*
The cave shook as the abomination stumbled backward, crashing into the wall. Dust and debris rained down and clouding the vision with dirt. He landed gracefully, crouching low and readying himself for the next attack.
The woman gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms. 'Damn it! If only I had more time... or mana... I can't let him win!'
But the man's confidence only grew. He stood tall, his silhouette cutting an imposing figure through the haze. "You've made a grave mistake," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "Creating that thing was a crime. But crossing me? That's a death sentence."
"If you can slash it, then blast it." His grin widened, a hint of savagery gleaming in his eyes as he channeled concentrated mana into his blade. With a swift movement, he plunged it deep into the beast's massive shoulder.
The reaction was immediate. A muffled explosion rippled through the creature's flesh, sending chunks of blood-soaked meat and sinew flying in every direction. The cave's walls were splattered with gore, and even he wasn't spared, several pieces striking him as he stepped back.
Though the blast hadn't completely destroyed the arm, it left it weakened, the remaining muscles torn and charred, making it vulnerable to his next attack. "That'll do for now," he muttered, his tone calm but brimming with confidence.
'Next up: its legs,' he thought, eyes narrowing as he analyzed the beast's sluggish movements.
The abomination roared, raising its remaining arm to crush him in retaliation. But just as before, he capitalized on its sluggishness. He darted forward with unparalleled speed, weaving through its slow, clumsy attacks. With a precise leap, he landed on the beast's leg, his blade plunging into the dense flesh.
"Let's see how well you crawl after this," he growled, channeling mana into the wound.
Another explosion erupted from within the creature, sending a spray of flesh and muscle outward. When the dust cleared, the beast's leg was reduced to exposed bone and tattered connective tissue, dangling uselessly.
The effort drained a significant chunk of his mana, but it was efficient. Skills would be wasted on this monstrosity, as it was nothing more than a reanimated corpse. His strategy had to be methodical: dismantle it piece by piece.
The woman watching from the sidelines could barely contain her shock. "What... what the hell is he doing?!" she stammered, her voice trembling. She had never anticipated such a brutal and unorthodox method of dealing with her creation.
Her "masterpiece,", was being systematically torn apart. The abomination staggered under its own weight, one of its legs now barely held together by frayed tendons.
"You're seeing this, aren't you?" His voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. He turned his cold, piercing gaze toward her. "It'll be your turn next."
With those words, he moved to the beast's remaining leg, evading its desperate swipes. His blade struck true, driving into the thick muscle and repeating the process. Mana surged through the wound, and with a deafening blast, the leg was reduced to nothing but splintered bone and shredded sinew.
*Thud!*
The beast collapsed, its massive frame crashing to the floor. Dust and dirt billowed into the air as it struggled futilely, dragging itself forward with its one remaining arm.
But it was over.
"Stay down," he muttered, stepping around its flailing form with calculated ease. With a single, powerful swing, he severed the remaining arm.
Now, the abomination lay crippled, reduced to a pathetic heap of dismembered parts. Even as it tried to crawl toward him, its grotesque body jerking with unnatural movements, he didn't falter. With one final strike, his blade cleaved through its neck, severing the head from its massive body.
The cavern grew silent, save for the sound of his steady breathing.
The woman's face paled as she stepped back instinctively. 'This can't be happening… He just dismantled it like it was nothing!' Her heart raced as she realized how dire her situation had become.
His gaze locked onto hers, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Your little pet's gone. Now it's your turn."
(End of Chapter)