My Parasite Skill System

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Three.

Calming was counting down.

Two.

Still counting down.

And one?

Suddenly, the floor lit up in bright light.

"Now!"

The human paladin had just been slain. A thick sword had just gashed his neck from behind.

And he fell to the ground, giving birth to a loud thud sound.

Indeed, the battle had just ended … and yet.

"Sakage, get in line!"

"Tsk!"

Even I had to squint even from that far of a distance, in order not to get slightly blinded by the elves' thing.

Quickly, all the light disappeared.

A fight was over, should they rejoice?

No.

Another just seemed to have started.

"Just give us the goddamn princess, elves!"

Heh.

Humans, demi-humans, all the same, right?

None of them dared to be slow.

Now that the bigger foe had been dealt with, the little rallying predators would break their truce and go swarming at each other.

Why'd they even fight among each other, though?

Weren't they on pretty good terms before all the fight went down?

Well.

'Give us the goddamn princess,' right?

I am but an inexperienced little parasite, maybe there's even more to it.

"Saritar Ek Olan!"

Seemingly knowing the light would go all blind-blind, Angry swiftly got into his line and faced an orc.

His opponent was Smart.

"Tch!" Although not that surprised, Smart wasn't as quick-witted as Calming, "Damn elves!"

Another fight, yes, Smart.

Another fight just about started.

It wouldn't last long, though.

All of them were really worn out already.

And the stronger wouldn't necessarily be the tougher.

The stronger would be the winner.

The one who still stands after all the struggle.

Who'd be the winner, you think?

Being blinded, Smart tried to distance himself from the two elves.

Angry was facing him gripping on his two daggers. Ready to bounce at any moment, though still noticeably hesitant.

Calming was placing himself right behind Angry, still holding many elven sheets in his hand.

Now, he'd drawn out a sword too, though.

Calming, hmm.

My eyes squinted observing him.

Without missing a moment, he started mumbling words and applying whatever runes he'd been holding in his left hand onto his sword.

And, oh oh? It didn't smell good.

Rather, it smelt interesting.

I mean, I don't know whether that was [Mana Perception] or not but … as always, I could understand the flow of mana, somehow.

A considerable amount of energy started to gather around his sword.

I'm sure he'd be surprising us.

Just sitting by, there on the side, with my left shoulder resting on my good woody chariot, propping myself up, I'd just observed.

I didn't plan on helping the elves to begin with. Now though, I'd further reasons not to do so.

Let's just see.

Smart was blinded.

What would a blinded person do in front of another person holding two sharp knives, only waiting to stab them in your guts and get rid of themselves?

Well, I didn't know.

Smart though, he knew, "Damnit…!" cursing and using both his legs, he jumped backward.

Angry hadn't even slashed his knives at him, though.

Just out of security, right? You never see anything when you're blind.

But however, darting backward was precisely not what to do in his situation.

And that was his mistake, 'cause right behind him, there was his colleague.

Bumping into him, he nearly tripped, tossing out some orcish words at him, most likely cursing out of nervousness and irritation.

Heh.

And from then on, well.

Calming had quickly got down to the job as he finished applying his last rune on his sword.

The awaiting surprise would come about now.

Hmm.

And Angry.

He must've been the most surprised here.

And so, to be more surprised, let's just imagine we're Angry right now.

Angry was just before Smart, still hesitant on whether to go in and try to assault Smart or not.

In Angry's defense, they were elves against orcs.

In a fists fight, they'd stand no chance.

Now, they all carried weapons with them.

The difference in physical capability still was palpable, though.

Angry's relatively shorter and weaker stature was facing Smart's bigger mass.

And so we're here, facing that very tough-looking orc, whom we've seen fight before, and whose opponent we didn't wanna be.

All that, plus Angry tended to be a coward.

Not a good, careful and wary coward, no.

A coward who was scared easily.

Though knowing the fact that, without being blinded, they stood no chance against the two orcs, Angry still didn't dare to attack Smart even as it'd be his only opening.

The elves were considerably weak, and they were facing the orcs.

Even with his opponent blinded--Blinding light's effect wouldn't last long anyway.

Calming knew this. He knew and knew. He was smart.

Calming took action, knowing what would be his only window of safe assault.

The only safe window.

It'd all unfold now.

"It's now or never," I commented.

And so, being Angry, we're being pushed from behind, violently, yes.

We even hear that loud and mad shouting coming from behind us.

Why is Calming shouting in that mad, frantic way? "Aarghhhh!!!"

We freak out, "The fuck, man?!" and we fall onward.

We try to get out of this--Though we can't, it's too late, we're already falling upon the two orcs standing in close ranks too.

Adding up ourselves to them,

Stab!

We feel something piercing through our guts, without stopping, no.

All of this happens so quickly. We don't even have time to react.

That very lame doesn't stop with just that much--It carries on with the killing.

It's just like a knife piercing and cutting through butter…

Oh?

Are we onto something?

That elven sword stabbing through our guts … has it been enchanted and enhanced?

Surely, it has been.

Otherwise, how the hell would it be glimmering that much.

That burning sensation wasn't only due to the sword, no.

How many actual elven runes have been used to charge that sword of magical energy?

We can only wonder.

Soon, the sword just casually dives in and pierces the orc resting in front of us--Smart's complexion becomes grave.

Soon, he coughs blood.

Oh? And aren't we coughing blood too?

And the sword still doesn't stop with its journey.

Quickly enough,

Stab!

Into the last enemy's body.

But no--

Clang!

The one lonely elf that was pushing us from behind stops his shouting, "Shit…!" and curses.

Without reaching its purpose, the sword has to call it all off and, "Feh Ek Olan!"

Being torn off to the side, the pain gushing forth from our guts just abruptly intensifies--And stop.

Still wondering what the fuck's just happened, we have to close our eyes, and fall, following the dead smart orc in front of us, too.

'Cause, right.

What's even happening right now?

Calming?

Care to explain … maybe?

Did Calming's appraisal upon this matter was that they couldn't get away without sacrificing this much?

That he only could give his all in this wild surprise attack, so that they could take care of the two other orcs in one fell swoop?

That he even had to sacrifice his fella's life in order to get that accomplished?

Calming was drained.

Drained of all energy, it seemed.

Wildly huffing, his breathing was too much for him.

He had to let himself fall to the side, just like his two victims.

"They…" still huffing, he tried to say something.

Why was he even trying to talk to himself?

"They … knew … too much…" painfulling huffing in between each words, Calming explained.

Was that answering my question?

Duh.

Did I even utter it, the question?

Unwilling to just go down and black out, Calming did try to struggle a bit, "No … no…!"

There was still one of his enemies living after all.

And they seemed to 'know too much,' to quote the exact same terms.

I shook my head, in his sorry state, he could only go down.

No other possibility…

Should I help him, now?

Mumbling out words to himself, the still-standing orc was the winner so far.

And even though he won, he was scared, his eyes trembled.

I'd go and congratulate him, but well, he didn't want me to, it seemed.

Taking steps back, scarily looking down at his dead boss sharing the same impaled sword as Angry, as they both lied down, and only did that, the winner just ran off.

Would he be the winner, though?

And in the end, even pouring both his whole strength and his partner's life in his attack, he fell to the ground.

What should I say, if not, "Most entertaining."

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