My Parasite Skill System

And in the exact same forest, at the exact same spot, at the exact same moment; they waited.

What was this forest? It was theirs. Where was this spot? Right in front of them; theirs, too. And what exact moment? The moment the human Party launched their attack.

And they waited. They only did that. As patiently and sneakily as could be. They were all scattered around down this area; standing scattering.

Goblins.

Being crouched in the bushes that were theirs, too, motionless and attentive. Their yellowish stinking eyes were fierce, and their pointy spotty noses breathing angriness.

The little dark greenish hideous creatures–that weren't all so small, for once–all were laid out here, waiting for the moment, that then again, also was theirs.

Everything here was theirs–and yet the humans attacked the pack of wolves. This pack of wolves wasn't the human adventurers'. It was the goblins'.

And they still went and taunted it–and they still assaulted and wronged it!

The goblins waited, hidden … but I saw them. Only too clear were they to me. But I didn't say a word, though.

I only observed as it unfolded before my eyes.

–"Mhmm … <Provoke>!" shouted the sloppy tank.

As he did that, his sturdy enormous sword fell right up against the earth, pounding it, leveling it.

Upon his doing that, every angry wolf fell under his dominant presence … and couldn't quite help but attack him then.

This maneuver was as per the adventurers' plan. And right away, they fell into it, clashing their teeth at the sturdy tank's armor–clang!

And their teeth were just like sabers–clang!–clang!–clang!

"Mhmm!... ha!" groaned the sturdy tank, before he responded to these little assaults with his bigger one.

Concentrating his strength into his arms, "Not just yet…!" he turned and faced Leader with his head only.

Neither he himself nor the one being addressed by this call hesitated then: Leader knew to stay back for a little more, not even needing to indicated to the excited damage dealer to do the same;

The tank engaged the assault with strength! Bringing his sword above his shoulders, he fiercely groaned some more, "<Earth Shock>!" and knew to bring it back down with utter might.

"Oh…" Leader was in awe. "Is that…"

"That a new skill, eh!" Bumped took up.

The ground resonated and trembled under that pulled weight!

And the angry wolves; or saber wolves–yeah, let's rather call 'em that way–the saber wolves all whined in surprise when that blow went down on them.

They weren't all that much damaged, though–only that much wouldn't make them run off to someplace far away in fear–no.

Was that new skill of fire elemental? It felt hotter, all of a sudden. Only to me, though, I'd guess–others' senses aren't that sharp … but the wild dogs who took that upfront could tell, too.

Out of the six of them, only three stayed attacking the big tank–he had to redo his provocation skill very swiftly–only then did the party leader and damage dealer join in with him.

All three of them attacked the six reunited saber wolves together. Leader focused on the offensive–he attacked, dancing, assaulting. Bumped was about the same–he attacked, madly dancing, happily assaulting.

And Mindful Slug only defended, mostly, by now.

From behind the front they skillfully formed, I was proud of them, somehow. I mean, they sure weren't 'that' weak, all matters considered.

They were still weak, though, don't get me wrong. Like I said, though, I could be proud of my little boys, ha ha ha.

They still took damages; the priestess healed them all instantly, though.

And they still were needing supporting; the sorceress, along with all her tiny dark elementals and spells, did just about what was needed by the attackers. She kept the gray wolves in a group with the tank. And she strained them one by one, for her teammates to have the bestest and strongest upper hand on them, ever.

Well, a fight as good as any by me … so far.

Only so far, yes.

Weren't there the hiding goblins, too, eh?

The Party didn't notice them–but I did.

And … why did I? Well, 'cause I wasn't just weak. All there is to it.

Impressive.

The tiny greenish ugly creatures were scattered around the fighting party, taking place among the bushes and thicker trees of out here.

They were a dozen. A dozen of them that weren't so much noticeable for anyone passing by this place. That was what was impressive.

I didn't lift a finger because it was impressive. To me, at the very least. There were other reasons … but I didn't dwell on them long.

In fact, it was mostly impressive, yup. They who usually were so screeching, being loud as shit–oop–also knew to play it calm and disengaged. Standing with their green skin behind the green bits of the forest–with each blow that went and hit one of their wolves, they only recoiled and grew angrier.

No nervously stirred loud screeches were to be heard from their party.

And when themselves were hit, you can see them screech along with some thrashing around, at their worst–none of the aforementioned there, too.

They were calmly assessing the humans as if knowing when to attack, or how to attack.

Goblins did that. Did they know, though, about the how and the when? Tut-tut, tut-tut. Them braindead freaks didn't know that … and it was all obviously thanks to him.

To him. To this one, there, over to the left. To the one directing and managing their formation. To that goblin. To that special one.

The goblins formed a semicircle around the Party. And 'it' was their leader.

Its yellowish eyes were the sharpest of the whole goblin band. Its little crooked nose was the most spotless and clean. And its two sets of fingers were the most gripping onto that wooden, bony spear he held onto his hands as well as the most trembling, somehow.

This goblin was the special one.

And as it waited, making its crew wait with him, its hesitating yet decisive eyes grew darker and darker; its bent back grew more crooked and more crooked.

Was he going to go on with that assault?

Surely, no.

That same very goblin–it was my friend.

And these very humans–they are mine, too.

–On the humans' side, only three of the saber wolves had been killed so far.