My Parasite Skill System

A voice rang out.

"I'm on the move!"

Starting off from the rear, it rushed all its way to these two ears, standing very far away from it at first, but soon to be very close, and closer, and closer to them.

Passing by the huge tank, so blatantly standing still in the middle of the playground, followed a shadow.

It was stealthy, swift, and habile.

Well, Leader was the owner of this voice, which rang out again: "<Light Speed … Attack>!"

And, starting off from the rear, too, the way he flew towards his friend, headfirst at first, but then sword-first at last … he went slashing one very large blow at the new arriving monsters.

Seeing the chunk of meat handling his sword this way … of course, they growled, and of course, they evaded.

The two ears that had just gotten the leader's message all right processed the information quickly enough … when suddenly, these two ears' lips began absurdly:

"Shitty shitting shits!–don't need none of your help, Leader!"

The absurd and ridicule lips–they said that, but well, that one shitty shitting shit chewing at the human's lower leg wasn't just going to get off of it without the leader's help.

"Shut it…!" did the leader curse, before he went swinging both his shield and sword at the five, six, seven new-coming beasts, "<Double Blow>, <Double Blow>, <Double Blow>!"

Was it all the mighty yelling around or the swinging of the shield and sword that made the beasts back away this way? Both? No matter.

"We still got this!" did Leader add. "Getting wounded isn't makin' us bend!–Clumsy!–No, Slug!–yes, you come here and you handle them by yourself for a little…!" he was panting, but he wasn't finished yet.

"And no, hold up, Clumsy, you stay right there," she replied with a quick 'sure!' before he went on, "Come 'ere, Bumped … can you walk?"

"Argh, man, hurts like a bitch!"

"Hey … hey, yeah, you drop your weight on my shoulder … there you go."

Helping him out like this, they walked side by side for a few meters only. Clumsy Babe could've simply gone and played of her healing spells right to him, but: "The formation's important. We don't break it."

"Sure," acquiesced the priestess, "you're right."

Leader, still panting like some excited and angry beast, quickly helped Bumped down. Without a word, then, he quickly rushed back to where he was needed.

And seeing this all, I got to smile, happily, thinking that all this was pretty good. I liked that. And I wished to see more.

Though, damn, man. Wish it was me, him, right now, on the playground.

Like an arrow again, he halfway through his hurried rush to go towards his brave tank (as he was the only person heavily armored, there, I couldn't say it was so brave, but still), piercing through the air, getting him all the support he required.

They weren't far. Both him and the tank. Still seemed like a pretty long distance to me … and to the others too, I guess.

My attention shifted towards the two others. The two supports.

The priestess wasn't slow to heal any kind of wounds. Now was different, though.

Before she finished applying one of her greatest shields on her tank from behind and silently prayed for his well-being, her two anxious and pale lips were bit by her teeth … she then shook her head before taking a deep breath in–then she healed.

The wounded human's amusing complaints ceased.

In the light of that, it was the sorceress' strained eyes that were now filled with relief, "We push, we push, and we push!... we are getting better at it!... we shall best any kind of foes…!" she said to herself in a surprisingly childish and cute voice, for once.

Getting her two feet planted straight into the ground, her two tiny fists were clenched into two funny balls, that were themselves gripping onto her black purplish wand.

Her words cheered herself up, and she went back to her supporting from the rear again.

Well, well, well.

Me–with that thick backpack and tools on my shoulders, looking like one little schoolboy–standing from where I was, next to Clumsy Babe and the man that already was pretty much fixed up by now, I only snorted, smiled, then chuckled a bit.

All of this was pretty, but the goblins still are here, eh? … Yeah, they are. I can count … hold on a second, mmm … still nine, ten, eleven, twelve … and that thirsty last one, yup.

When will they actually come and play with us, though? Seriously starting to be late, if you want my opinion. Really thought they'd attack right at this moment … but their puny presences don't seem to be moving by much at all.

Well, well, well. Actually planned on letting them take the offensive so that I could fight, since my humans would be overwhelmed and all … probably … but now I simply don't know.

If they'd wanted to, damn, one of the humans was down and they needed to get him healed as soon as possible–'course it was at THAT moment that they needed to strike.

But they don't seem to be about nothing, ha.

Too bad for them. As they're playing it right now, might as well not let them have their ways at all, hmm. Why should they?! They're dumb! Ahem, and weak, too, I'm sure. Yes … they're just weak goblins, after all.

Or … are they hesitating 'cause of me…? 'Cause of the great, great, great me?? Hah, hah, hah … but seriously though.

From his half-lying position–Bumped got up on his limbs real fast, "Ho … ho!" standing balanced on his legs, he jabbed the priorly injured one into the ground with his toes a little … "Yup," he approved. "All fixed up, hehehe. … Thanks' 'stess!"

"No," but Clumsy disapproved. "Thank you, priestess, ma'am, is what you properly utter–"

"Heh, you keep dreamin' on on that is what you do. Off I go, now!"

"Right," she, too, then, from her kneeling position, had to get herself up, "off you go. … And you be careful!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

And despite all of what was going on, at the front, with Mindful Slug grunting each time the swarming saber wolves darted from the ground to hit his chest armor, as well as Leader's obvious and apparent struggling, they knew to be playful.

Only a little, though. They had a long way to go still, but they were having fun.

Let them do that quick, because the party's porter also wants to be having fun, too!

Oh, and … ring!

❮ The Player has reached level 41! ❯

Good, good, good job!

Very good job!

The experience was indeed to be shared among everyone.

Rejoice, me.