exclaimed, “Freeze!”
He felt a powerful surge of energy flow up and out of his body. A sphere of roiling blue and white energy formed in front of his palm. In the time that it took him to insta-cast his ice spell the rat had covered half the distance between them. It was not enough, not nearly enough.
A cone of freezing cold magical energy radiated outward from the man’s outstretched palm. The rat chittered loudly in pain and a bright red number six appeared above its head.
Scott ran toward the rat while it tried to shake off the bitter cold. He kicked out strongly and the rat flew back like a hapless soccer ball. The number twelve wafted upward from the tiny beast and it screamed out in agony before dissolving into motes of light.
<<< Victory! >>>
You have slain a wild grass rat!
+1 EXP
+1 Fayth
+1 Ability Points
Items(s) Acquired:
1 Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat [Rare]
<<<*>>>
“Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat? It’s rare?” Scott stared at the message screen for a moment then could not help but laugh. That was hilarious to him for some reason. He had already gained a rare item, it seemed.
He chose to call up his inventory screen and take a look at his loot.
<<< Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat [Rare] >>>
A crudely made skirt of grass worn by the grass rats living in the grasslands near Victory Station. This skirt is considered a sacred object to these aggressive rodents.
+1 Defense
+1 Agility
<<<*>>>
“Oh, that will do nicely. Free armor that increases defense and agility? Oh, hell yes.” Sure, it was pathetically low-tier for a rare item. Still, it was better than nothing and it had cost him only a little of his time and mana.
Scott equipped the thing over his pants then shook his hips experimentally. “Sexy.”
Suddenly, an ominous sensation crept along his spine. His body shivered involuntarily.
<<< Your blasphemy has been noticed... >>>
“What? Blasphemy?” Scott blinked. He was momentarily confused until the background music changed into a hardcore battle sound track. It was similar to the one from before, but this time there was a much more dangerous edge to it.
Three grass rats suddenly lunged out of the grass. One flew toward Scott like a demented rocket while another flanked him. Strangely, the third grass rat stood up on its hind legs and began to shake its little rodent booty in a bizarre dancing motion. Its little grass skirt swayed in time to a rhythm that only it understood.
Scott did his best to dodge the incoming rodent missile, but the rat flanking him caught him in the thigh. The man cried out in pain as razor sharp teeth tore through his miniscule defense to draw blood. A red number two appeared over his head.
He danced with the rats for a few brief seconds while trying to avoid another attack. However, his distraction proved to be a severe downfall. The dancing rat stopped dancing.
<<< The third grass rat has called for a friend! .... Four more grass rats appear! >>>
“Shit!” exclaimed Scott. He took a hard hit to his thigh once more, and lost three more hit points. Out of desperation he leapt back with all his might. Mid-leap he prepped his freeze spell.
“Freeze!” He unleashed his freezing spell and caught all seven rats in its icy grip. Immediately, he kicked and stomped at the closest rodents in the hope of finishing them off. He needed to get away from the things, but they would overwhelm him anyway if he left it like this.
He managed to kill one of them and a brilliant light erupted around him! A victorious fanfare occurred and a screen popped up to tell him that he had gained a level. He could not bother to look at it at the moment. The rats had nearly shaken off the effect of the spell.
Scott cast his spell once more after fending off a leaping rat, and caught five of the remaining six rats in its cone of influence. Four of the rats died outright, but to his horror the
He felt a powerful surge of energy flow up and out of his body. A sphere of roiling blue and white energy formed in front of his palm. In the time that it took him to insta-cast his ice spell the rat had covered half the distance between them. It was not enough, not nearly enough.
A cone of freezing cold magical energy radiated outward from the man’s outstretched palm. The rat chittered loudly in pain and a bright red number six appeared above its head.
Scott ran toward the rat while it tried to shake off the bitter cold. He kicked out strongly and the rat flew back like a hapless soccer ball. The number twelve wafted upward from the tiny beast and it screamed out in agony before dissolving into motes of light.
<<< Victory! >>>
You have slain a wild grass rat!
+1 EXP
+1 Fayth
+1 Ability Points
Items(s) Acquired:
1 Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat [Rare]
<<<*>>>
“Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat? It’s rare?” Scott stared at the message screen for a moment then could not help but laugh. That was hilarious to him for some reason. He had already gained a rare item, it seemed.
He chose to call up his inventory screen and take a look at his loot.
<<< Grass Skirt of the Aggro-Rat [Rare] >>>
A crudely made skirt of grass worn by the grass rats living in the grasslands near Victory Station. This skirt is considered a sacred object to these aggressive rodents.
+1 Defense
+1 Agility
<<<*>>>
“Oh, that will do nicely. Free armor that increases defense and agility? Oh, hell yes.” Sure, it was pathetically low-tier for a rare item. Still, it was better than nothing and it had cost him only a little of his time and mana.
Scott equipped the thing over his pants then shook his hips experimentally. “Sexy.”
Suddenly, an ominous sensation crept along his spine. His body shivered involuntarily.
<<< Your blasphemy has been noticed... >>>
“What? Blasphemy?” Scott blinked. He was momentarily confused until the background music changed into a hardcore battle sound track. It was similar to the one from before, but this time there was a much more dangerous edge to it.
Three grass rats suddenly lunged out of the grass. One flew toward Scott like a demented rocket while another flanked him. Strangely, the third grass rat stood up on its hind legs and began to shake its little rodent booty in a bizarre dancing motion. Its little grass skirt swayed in time to a rhythm that only it understood.
Scott did his best to dodge the incoming rodent missile, but the rat flanking him caught him in the thigh. The man cried out in pain as razor sharp teeth tore through his miniscule defense to draw blood. A red number two appeared over his head.
He danced with the rats for a few brief seconds while trying to avoid another attack. However, his distraction proved to be a severe downfall. The dancing rat stopped dancing.
<<< The third grass rat has called for a friend! .... Four more grass rats appear! >>>
“Shit!” exclaimed Scott. He took a hard hit to his thigh once more, and lost three more hit points. Out of desperation he leapt back with all his might. Mid-leap he prepped his freeze spell.
“Freeze!” He unleashed his freezing spell and caught all seven rats in its icy grip. Immediately, he kicked and stomped at the closest rodents in the hope of finishing them off. He needed to get away from the things, but they would overwhelm him anyway if he left it like this.
He managed to kill one of them and a brilliant light erupted around him! A victorious fanfare occurred and a screen popped up to tell him that he had gained a level. He could not bother to look at it at the moment. The rats had nearly shaken off the effect of the spell.
Scott cast his spell once more after fending off a leaping rat, and caught five of the remaining six rats in its cone of influence. Four of the rats died outright, but to his horror the
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