Dave was puffing, exhausted and annoyed. The EXP was lousy and it took a lot longer to kill monsters alone. Dave was starting to realize how fortunate he'd been to have his undead homies. With them backing him up he could gank high level monsters using the advantage of numbers, the kills were quick and efficient. Now, he had to kill everything himself, and he couldn't afford to make mistakes, they were painful.
"Fucking Stamina comes back and bites me in the ass," Dave grumbled.
As a living human person his Stamina was finite now. He couldn't spam his attacks anymore, he needed to keep track of stamina and carefully judge when to attack, defend and even reduce his movement to the bare minimum.
Dave rested between fights, drinking potions like they were sugary soda-pops.
"And I'm drinking all my profits," Dave grumbled again.
He stood up to look for more monsters, he still needed to relieve tension, the rage just kept building back up.
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