My Parasite Skill System

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The two humans were standing before me, not paying me any attention. They had their back turned onto me. And they just walked.

The two orcs stood a bit away from the humans. Only two meters of distance or so were separating them.

And even when the humans proceeded onward, these two meters of green grass wasn't shortening one bit.

In fact, as the humans proceeded onward, the orcs steadily walked backward with them.

And that was about it.

<Quick Pace>

But at some point I darted up--a combo of dark slashes would come next.

The skill was <Chain Attack>.

With my cobwebs in between my gripping hand and sword's handle, I was sure it wouldn't get off my hand--I slashed two times.

The first blow, falling onto the right human's neck, didn't feel like anything more or different than butter.

❮Mingle into the Very Many Grasses battle, and slay the enemies that may come your way. 1/30❯

Being detached, his head fell off.

The other one's eyes grew to their fullest, "Wh--" and as his shoulders rotated towards his fella…

Slash!

And with another slash, the sword dug itself in between the human's neck and shoulder.

The grass became shy.

❮Mingle into the Very Many Grasses battle, and slay the enemies that may come your way. 2/30❯

And what were previously only playful smiles gradually became more than that when,

"Gehehe…"

"Heh, heh, heh…"

The two orcs laughed.

Landing back onto the green grass, that wasn't quite so shy everywhere, my feet found their support back.

With a hand on the ground, both my legs folded, I had landed on the ground just fine.

Looking up at them, one of my brows twitched.

And they were still laughing. Though it wasn't very loud at all. Their laughters didn't match the way their chests were going up and down frantically.

Moving were their chests and jumping were their lips. They only let a few of their dry chucklings out.

Looking back down, right in front of me, was to be found the dead body of the human I'd just killed. His friend was further away to the right.

My sword was stuck in his shoulder.

And so, giving it a little push, I had to take it off of him.

It was an easy task. I could do that just fine.

❮Quest: 2/30 enemies dealt with.❯

I'd just dealt with 2 enemies.

And climbing back up, my eyes were now set on the two laughing orcs, "Hmm ... and who the enemies are, you think, though?"

Would they happen to know? Hmph. Would they happen to think at all?

Down here, my quest was about killing folks, basically.

That's what I'd be doing. That's what I just did … "And that's what I'll do," I brought my sword up and pointed it at them, "And, 'enemies' is kind of a broad term, isn't it…?"

Yes, I had to do that.

That, and also the assessment of my skills so far.

"Gehehe … what … is this shit, gehehehe…"

"Oh … so you can talk?" I inquired rhetorically before I went on, "so, so, would you happen to know who are the enemies?"

"Heh, heh, heh, heh…"

They don't know ... maybe. I think they don't. And that they never will.

What they do know, however, is what a serious battle stance is.

Because, right now, that's what I see.

Battle stances.

Who are the enemies? This was my question. But at any rate, I could always verify and find that out by myself, couldn't I?

By now, they'd been putting on some good battle stances.

And I did just about the same. I didn't want to miss one bit of action.

"Oh and, the reason why you two laughed just before … was it because you knew I'd be doing..." giving a light kick to the dead human before my foot, "I'd be doing that?"

Calming their urging to be ominously chuckling, their faces became dead-serious.

Maybe I talked too much.

"Nah, never mind."

Or maybe, all matters considered, maybe they didn't speak.

Lowering both my knees and shoulders, I'd adjusted my center of gravity and got ready to fight too.

These enemies wouldn't take me as an ally. They were ready to fight.

Placing their feet and organizing their body as they wished, at once, they both exhaled ... then inhaled.

The duo of their two big swords was now pointing at the lonely team of my rather short, brave one.

And as the sun was beating down on us, we just concentrated ... I think.

I actually didn't really know what was the long call for.

But anyway, I'd just concentrate with them.

Not even five meters were separating us. We faced each other from that distance.

Distance that was rather short to me, the two orcs understood that.

And as a result, when I stepped towards them, they did step back for a bit.

They weren't being cowards.

Only taking me seriously.

And I could say it felt good, sort of.

They were within my range, and at any moment I could just burst onward with my tilted head and pointing sword.

Was I being menacing? I think I was.

But big swords were still staring at both me and mine.

Four meters were now in between us.

The atmosphere was tense and the air thick.

This was even true for me.

One little mistake, and I may be totally and thoroughly cut through, then left lifeless to the ground.

And they understand that too well, too.

I will fake out a blow.

And lead one of them into attacking me … but which one?

The tension had reached its climax. Some action was about to go down. My senses were sharpened and top-notch.

Gulping, I took a quick and strong step forward--The one to the left did the same!

And it was a big step he'd been taking. Not just a regular one. From three meters we went to only one meter of distance…

His whole massive body stepped in at once.

Stomp!

The earth slightly trembled, and right after that--his whole right was on the move.

All of it was to be put forward: right foot and leg and flank and shoulder; and, most importantly, his whole right sculpted arm and longsword!

And, heh.

Judging a book by its cover is just commonplace. Even when you work against it. A cover still holds much of everything.

From all the humans and demi-humans, at a first glance, the orcs would be the ones from whom you'd expect the least harmony.

And yet, would you look at that … beauty.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Beautiful … but scary above all else.

I was only faking out an assault anyhow.

And so I started hurriedly backing off already.

My tiny feet quickly danced their way to the back.

And Left Orc's blow wasn't quite finished yet.

All of it was just being in the process of being properly launched, right now.

His shoulders went in the front of his body. What followed itself was his thick bulging veins as he clenched his grip onto his sword… "Argh!"

My eyes grew to their widest and my breathing stopped--

And just like this--

With a loud and dull slash!

The tip of his sword just passed before my eyes and nose, throwing at me such gust of wind.

Phew…!

It was a close call. I thought I had it under control … but I'm good still.

It didn't brush my face, but it nearly did…

Oh, and what am I doing right now? Getting all shocked and speechless by the close call that just went down.

I mustn't lose it.

I haven't been faking this out for no reason, after all. A feint would serve a purpose. Mine would do too.

That, and I still have that skill to get a hold on. It was time to introduce one of my other infamous, ominous, dangerous skills.

I'd just evaded it.

The huge deadly sword did go away to the side, rampaging against Right Orc.

It sure was a powerful blow. Did Left Orc even control it?

It didn't matter.

My dancing steps still were dancing a little bit … quickly and promptly, I got them to work back onward--I found an opening.

Not with my shortsword, no, but with this--

<Cat Hissing>

"Hiss!"

I stopped the course of my dancing feet--I just hissed.

'Cat Hissing,' yeah. It just sounded like a cat? I think? What was even this skill, actually?

Shaking my head at myself inwardly, I ... didn't quite know what to tell myself.

It was just for the sake of the good assessment of my skills and abilities.

So let's just do that.

"Hiss!!!"

And I hissed again, on the tip of my feet.

Had I been the possessor of a fur, I'm sure it would have been standing up really high, as I did that.

Oh, and for some reason, I was feeling angry too.

The orcs got to pause right here. Such an awkward expression was to be put on their complexion.

May they find me weird all they want.

Ring!

What'd be the effect of that skill?

...

❮'Run away!' Negative Effect could not be of effect on the targeted mob 'Orc level 17'.❯

…

Oh, okay.

"Geh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!"

And they laughed at me.

Obviously.

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