Ramiel was being played around; all he could do was dodge the troll's blows, which were only as effective as a scratch. In his second mother's domain, he had been training for months to gain part of his power when he was in the other realm.
This made it easier for him to deal with trolls because he could wound them with magic spells and greatly damage them with his preferred weapon. Ramiel's magic, however, was chained and useless in the human realm, and his weapon appeared to be low-level and genuinely ineffective against the troll's hard, rock-like skin.
But the troll's capacity for regeneration gave it much greater power. Ramiel tried to evade and counterattack, but the troll would soon recover itself, no matter how much damage he dealt. As a result, it was nearly impossible for him to destroy it with his current limits in the human world.
The troll was twice his size and seemed to have an endless amount of strength. Ramiel's sword felt heavy in his hand as he tried to block the troll's powerful swings. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he desperately tried to come up with a plan.
But no matter what he did, the troll seemed to anticipate his every move. Ramiel was starting to lose hope when suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. It was his mentor's Trazgallen Villmarine Ber'gith voice, reminding him of the lessons he had taught him. 'Remember, Ramiel, it's not always about brute strength. Use your agility and cunning to outsmart your opponent.'
Ramiel dodged the troll's next attack and swiftly moved behind him. He then used his sword to strike the back of the troll's knees, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud thud. Taking advantage of the troll's momentary confusion, Ramiel quickly climbed on its back and aimed his bar mace at its back skull, pummeling the monster with all of his strength.
As the troll roared in pain, Ramiel could feel the vibrations through his weapon. The mentor's words echoed in his mind, reminding him that victory required not only physical strength but also strategic thinking and quick reflexes. With each strike, Ramiel focused on exploiting the opportunity; without a head, it wouldn't be able to process any information or react to his attacks.
Ramiel knew that he had to act swiftly before the troll regained its senses and retaliated. As he continued to deliver powerful blows, he strategized and regenerated its wounds. He continued to deliver powerful blows, ensuring that the troll remained incapacitated. Ramiel knew that he had to finish the fight quickly before the troll regained its senses and retaliated with its immense strength.
Saying that no living thing is immune to suffering might be a stretch. Trolls are the same; not even an undead lich could endure the severe pain inflicted by strong magical blows. Ramiel may not be able to use magic, but he took care to make up for this shortcoming by concentrating on his endurance and strategic use of force, which allowed him to strike the troll where it was most susceptible with speed and accuracy. Even though he was aware that one misstep may have dire consequences, he continued to cling to the troll's back.
The moment it was about to roll over, he would deliver a blow on its side, hoping it would knock the troll momentum. He knew he only had a few seconds to do this until the huge monster decided to just stand up and endure the pain. As the troll's momentum shifted, Ramiel seized the opportunity to strike with all his might, channeling every ounce of his energy into the blow. He aimed for a weak spot near the troll's head crown point, hoping to inflict enough damage to actually kill it.
But the unpredictability of life was always a factor, and just as Ramiel's strike connected, the troll's body twisted unexpectedly, causing his blow to glance off its thick hide. The force of the blow still stunned the troll momentarily, giving Ramiel a split-second chance to reassess his strategy and regain momentum. He quickly adjusted his stance and prepared for another attack. When an arrow glazed his side.
It was another group of monsters who stumbled upon their battle. It was a group of kobolds, small reptilian creatures known for their cunning and swarming tactics. Startled by the unexpected interruption, Ramiel had to quickly shift his focus from the troll to these new adversaries.
He knew that he couldn't afford to underestimate the kobolds, as their sheer numbers could easily overwhelm him if he wasn't careful. Determined to finish off the troll first, Ramiel made a split-second decision to ignore the kobolds momentarily and deliver a final blow that would hopefully bring an end to this grueling battle.
But the Kobolds were a race that was militant, with the stronger tribes ruling over the weaker ones. They also hate other living things. Kobolds hate most other lives, delighting in killing and torture. Seizing the opportunity to kill a troll and a human warrior was a rare chance for the kobolds to satisfy their bloodlust and assert their dominance over weaker beings.
The sight of Ramiel's focused attack on the troll only fueled their aggression, causing them to converge on him with even greater ferocity.
taking advantage of this situation in their favor, the Kobolds rushed in with their poisoned spears and attacked both of them. The troll was the first one to get stabbed, while Ramiel rolled backwards to evade the onslaught. However, the kobolds were relentless in their pursuit and managed to land a few shallow cuts on Ramiel's arm before he could regain his footing. Despite the pain, Ramiel knew he had to fight back or risk being overwhelmed by the swarm of vicious kobolds.
The troll was able to intimidate the kobolds with its sheer size and strength, causing them to hesitate momentarily. Taking advantage of this momentary pause, Ramiel quickly unsheathed his dagger and swung it with precision, striking down the first kobold that was able to reach him in one swift motion into its right temple and quickly stabbed it again on its side as Ramiel grabbed hold of it, preventing it from hitting his neck.
As it dropped dead on the ground, Ramirl rolled on his side, and like a cat, he sprang back to his feet. poison. was holding his side wound and assessing if it was infected with poison. Luckily, the wound was not turning purple, because it was a sure sign the arrow was dipped in poison. Ramiel let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the wound wasn't showing any signs of infection. He knew that being hit with a poisoned arrow could have had disastrous consequences. However, he couldn't afford to let his guard down just yet; he needed to stay vigilant and ensure there were no lingering effects from the attack.
He stepped back as the kobolds were focusing on the troll. A weak human was not a treat to them; even if they saw he was able to kill of their kind, they just assumed it was pure luck of the kobold that attacked him was weak, but he knew better. He had seen the cunning and precision of the kobolds' attacks before, and he couldn't underestimate their capabilities.
As he watched them from a safe distance, he prepared himself for any unexpected moves they might make. Running away was still an option, but turning your back on a creature that could use a weapon was a foolish choice.
Getting a piercing stab in the back was not an option he was willing to take. He knew that staying vigilant and alert and seeing their action was crucial in order to outsmart the kobolds and protect himself from their potential ambushes. As he weighed his options, he still had a potion on him, but he thought there were many more different monsters in the area who might need it in the near future.
He decided to save the potion for a more dire situation and rely on his quick thinking and agility to evade any immediate threats. Additionally, he considered finding higher ground or a strategic vantage point that would give him a better view of the surroundings, allowing him to anticipate the kobolds' movements and plan his next move accordingly.
He moved cautiously and slowly, picking his way through the thick undergrowth. In this scenario, he realized that stealth was essential, since any sudden movement would alert the kobolds to his presence, and they might target him. He took a moment to gather himself and examine the situation before he could step back and use the slightly angled roots of the Shorea faguetiana tree as a defensive position.
The roots provided him with a small amount of cover and stability, allowing him to observe the kobolds without being attacked from behind. When out of nowhere, a familiar woman drops forcefully directly at the gathering kobolds. The woman's sudden appearance startles both the kobolds and the man, causing a momentary pause in their actions. As the dust settled, Ramiel recognized her as Amisha Hartono, Annisha's older twin sister.
She was speaking in the Indonesian dialect, swearing at the kobolds.
"Sungguh hama yang menyebalkan, beraninya kamu menyentuh jenis kami, aku akan membantai kalian semua!"
"What annoying pests, how dare you touch our kind, I will slaughter you all!"