The creature that has confronted Necro is a fearsome Felinarian Panther. It's a medium-sized predator with a sleek and muscular body, covered in a blend of earthy browns and deep blacks. Its piercing eyes, sharp teeth, and retractable claws make it a formidable opponent in the wild. It is estimated about 1.5 meters (5 feet) in length from its nose to the tip of its tail.
**Felinarian Panther**
- **Level:** 6
- **Type:** Feline Predator
- **Size:** Medium
- **Health Points:** 70
- **Attack Damage:** 18-22 (Physical)
- **Defense:** 4
- **Speed:** 12
- **Agility:** 15
- **Behavior:** Aggressive and territorial, the Felinarian Panther is an expert hunter that relies on its speed and agility to overpower its prey. It will fiercely defend its territory and attack intruders on sight.
- **Habitat:** Dense forests, jungles, and areas with ample cover.
- **Weaknesses:** Vulnerable to ranged attacks due to its aggressive charging behavior. Can be affected by traps and snares.
The tension in the air was palpable as he gazed ahead, steeling himself for the formidable adversary that lay in wait.
Necro's mind raced, considering the array of skills at his disposal. The slime's versatile abilities, the wolf's heightened senses, and the living sword's arcane powers presented a complex web of tactical opportunities. Clad in his makeshift armor and armed with Sword 1, he took a cautious step forward, his heart pounding in anticipation.
The panther materialized from the shadows, its lithe form coiled in preparation. With a throaty growl, it lunged forward, aiming to seize the upper hand. Quick on his feet, Necro's wolf companion sprang into action, its agile form weaving through the undergrowth to intercept the panther's charge.
"Go, my friend," Necro urged the wolf, a note of urgency in his voice. He watched with bated breath as the wolf's teeth found purchase in the panther's flank, a brief respite from the impending clash.
Amidst the commotion, one of the slime's selves ignited in a brilliant burst of light. The explosive impact momentarily disoriented the panther, creating an opening for Necro to strike. His Sword 1 met the panther's fierce assault, clanging in a clash of steel and bone.
The panther's teeth grazed Necro's arm, leaving a searing gash. The pain fueled his determination, and he seized the moment to refine his combat skills, delivering calculated strikes with Sword 1 until it splintered under the relentless onslaught.
"Sword 1 served me well," Necro muttered, his voice tinged with appreciation. With a swift movement, he relinquished the broken blade and unsheathed the living sword, its power coursing through him.
The panther, sensing the shift, grew wary of the new threat. Necro's agile maneuvers and the living sword's heightened capabilities enabled him to parry the panther's attacks and launch counteroffensives.
The forest reverberated with the cacophony of clashing blades and the panther's frustrated roars. Amidst the intense clash, the wolf lunged forward once more, its fangs bared in a ferocious display. The panther's snarl turned into a pained yowl as it recoiled, momentarily distracted from Necro's calculated approach.
System: "learned Sword Dance - Level 1: Enter a fluid and graceful sequence of sword movements, evading attacks and deflecting incoming strikes. Allows the user to maintain high mobility while in combat."
The wolf's intervention gave Necro a crucial opening, allowing the living sword to strike with renewed vigor. "Together, my companions," Necro's voice echoed with conviction as he guided the living sword's attacks.
Seizing the moment, the last slime positioned itself strategically, a shimmering presence on the battlefield. As the panther lunged once more, the slime self-detonated with a resounding explosion. The panther's momentum was disrupted, and it staggered, dazed by the unexpected blast.
With unyielding determination, Necro's living sword cleaved through the air, its power channeling through him. The blade found its mark, delivering a decisive blow that brought the panther to its knees. As the panther's life force ebbed away, its once fierce eyes dimmed, and its body slumped to the ground.
System:"swordsman job level 3"
With a triumphant exhale, Necro wiped the sweat from his brow, the tension in his muscles easing. As he turned his gaze to the fallen panther, his mind shifted from battle to utility.
Kneeling beside the panther, Necro's hands moved with purpose. He carefully began the process of dismantling the creature, extracting valuable resources that would sustain him on his journey. The forest's somber silence was broken only by the sounds of measured progress, a rhythm of survival echoing through the glade.
As Necro carefully dismantled the fallen panther, he uncovered several valuable items that would prove useful on his journey:
1. ** 2 Panther Fangs:** Sharp and deadly, these fangs can be used for crafting weapons and accessories that enhance physical damage. They are also sought after by alchemists for their potential use in concocting potent potions.
2. **Panther Hide:** The sleek and supple hide of the panther is highly prized for its durability and resistance. It can be used to craft sturdy armor that protects without sacrificing mobility.
3. **2 Agile paws:** A retractable claw that embodies the panther's swift and agile nature. It can be fashioned into a versatile tool or weapon, offering both practicality and potency in combat.
4. **2 Feline Eyes:** These luminous eyes, a striking feature of the panther, hold an uncanny magic. When properly treated, they can be used as spell components in rituals that enhance perception and insight.
5 Panther Ribcages: A collection of ribcages from the panther's remains. These sturdy bones could be utilized in various crafting projects or as a material for creating bone-based equipment or accessories.
6 -. 25 kilos of meat
Necro carefully collected these resources, aware of their potential for crafting, enchanting, and enhancing his capabilities. Each item was a testament to his triumph over the formidable foe, and he knew that putting them to good use would contribute to his growth and success in this mystical world.
As the sun reached its zenith, casting a warm glow upon the forest, Necro concluded his meticulous dismantling of the fallen panther. Satisfied with the valuable resources he had acquired, he took a moment to recreate the two slime companions that had sacrificed themselves in the battle. With a sense of camaraderie and gratitude, he formed their familiar forms, ensuring their presence once again by his side.
With the day's trials behind him and the forest's inhabitants resuming their natural rhythms, Necro decided to call it a day. He gathered his belongings and carefully stored the harvested materials, knowing that they would serve him well in the days to come. As he began his journey back to his small shelter, he chose a path that veered slightly to avoid getting too close to the Mistweaver Sprites' grove. Their enigmatic presence held an air of mystery, and he respected their space as he moved through the tranquil forest.
With each step, Necro felt a mix of weariness and accomplishment. The encounter with the Felinarian Panther had tested his skills. As he walked, he marveled at the interconnectedness of this world, where every creature and resource played a role in the intricate tapestry of life.
On his way back to his small shelter, Necro's senses remained attuned to his surroundings, ever watchful for any changes or discoveries. As he retraced his steps through the forest, he noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The air seemed to carry a faint whisper of something different, a scent that hinted at the presence of an unfamiliar entity.