Vell stood in front of the slime lord, his katanas ready.
"My name is Vell," he said, watching it carefully. "What's yours?"
The slime tilted its head. "No… name," it gurgled. "Protect… core."
"I need that core though, soooo... we have a problem."
The slime moved fast.
One arm stretched out like a whip, sparking with lightning. He jumped aside, but the other arm came at him, cold as ice. He blocked it with his katana, feeling the chill through the blade.
"You're quick," he said, breathing hard. "And smart."
The slime lord's mouth opened wider. "Learn… from you," it said.
He frowned. This thing was getting stronger every second. He had to stop it soon, or it would be too much to handle. But he was tired, and his energy was low from all the fighting.
He looked at his pack. Inside was the container with the nuclear slime. It was dangerous, but it might help.
"I have an idea," he muttered.
[...be careful.]