I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 105: First home (3)

GUP!

An ear punching sound echoed. It felt rough to hear but at the same time sounded soft, as if whatever clashed were two soft bodies bashing against each other.

Too much action was crammed all in a split second, that everyone around could just not understand what happened up until a second later.

"How dare you come and fight without me?!" A familiar female tone echoed once Tim thought that everything was lost.

"Can't a man fight alone for once?" Tim yelled back, and emotions themselves became so mixed up in that second that he could not understand them by the slightest.

He took a peek at Haze and easily figured out that she was aided to escape what almost was a bite through the head. That of course managed to give him a lot of relief and brief happiness too.

And then the hero gazed at the new arrival on this bloody battle, it was easy to determine who this was once taking a peek at the orange features. It was Osira, the marvelously brave blacktipped grouper who does not fear battle, at least when Tim is involved in it.

She continued to steer the boy's emotion, strongly poking irritation with another holler once swimming away from the enemy. "You're a man? When were you going to tell me?"

Although agitated a tad bit, he was still somewhat happy to see her here and that large thud from earlier proved that she took the enemy head on.

Therefore he just answered with a blank threat, "If you didn't just save my sister, I'd remind you!"

Afterwards they heard a battle cry unlike any other that came out of Harold the unholy. Struggle was evident in his tone, a mental breakdown close by as the shout finally escaped after a 5 second long and thick growl. "Die! All of you!"

He charged right towards where the closest sound managed to tingle senses, everyone was smart enough to keep their distance for the sake of keeping their asses.

Apart from Timmy of course, he was right in front of the blind-eye that belonged to this ragging storm of a charging enemy.

With a bit of struggle, he slashed fins towards the opposite direction for the sake of sinking lower towards the ground for the sake of avoiding the blow.

But...

Unlike swimming up, this procedure was much more difficult as he had to move the fins in reverse. Swimming up wasn't an option this time as the enemy would be quick to catch up and land a deadly blow.

GUP!

He felt the enemy's body mass pinning almost like a needle, close to his tail and managing to cause strong imbalance! Thankfully those jaws were escaped but the boy was tossed a meter to the side in exchange.

[Health -2 bars]

[Total health = 83/100]

"This isn't so bad, this isn't so bad." Tim uttered repetitively, trying to ignore that the collision felt so much like a spank on the ass.

The eel continued to charge forward with that pace of which was fueled by intense rage as a prime base, and smashed against the yellow coral that was close to the ceiling of the den.

Thankfully a marine animal of that size, couldn't really destroy coral with a strike of such volume so the home whom used to belong to Timothy, was still safe.

The collision managed to slow the beast down by at least a quarter, the group could hear a bone crack even, so that can never be a good sign for the enemy.

Harold turned around a little bit and shook his head around, trying to push the pain away, uttering. "Where is that fat-ass shark when you need him?"

Wanting this to be an easier kill, the sea pancake tried to keep a manly tone as he shouted. "Give up, you're outnumbered."

"Fuck you!" The enemy answered back and easily helped the team determine just how cooperative he was towards such an idea.

Feeling like he knew where the closest sound came from, the eel charged right towards direction, almost to the left even. But for a blind fish, everything felt like left so he just followed what sounded like the base of a successful attack.

Unwilling to get tossed like a frisbee by the enemy again, Timothy flapped his left fin and therefore bent around to the right side at a 45 angle.

Using the split second that still stood to his disposition, Timothy charged straight forward and swam in the same angle. The base intention was to avoid collision, he only had a second to work something up in exchange for his own life and that was the first idea that came in mind.

Harold pierced up towards Timothy, the momentum that the raging jackass managed to build up, sucked him backwards for a good second, almost changing the route that required so much effort to build up.

Once Tim managed to regain just a little bit of more control, his stinger curled downwards and formed into a U-formation.

The 45 angle remained somewhat intact, so that made it easier to land a sting. Harold charging like a crazed beast, aided to land a longer and quicker cut as the little boy did not have to rely on his own momentum to deal damage.

And since eel's somewhat slither around when they swim, the enemy kept bashing it's body back and forth against the barb while sliding away towards the direction that the momentum had picked.

Thanks to those combinations of a quick collision, to Harold it felt as if a saw had ruptured through his body and bashed enough to form wounds that looked like internal triangles.

Harold continued to swim forward, blood coated half of the little hero's body and enveloped on the surrounding waters as well. This... seemed more than enough damage, but the little boy could instantly sense danger.

Sure the damage is content, but the cloud was deep in colour and wide enough to make predicting the enemy's next move: tricky!