Brigan swore inwardly, as he rushed for what he knew was a futile attempt. The attacking monster, on the other hand, resembled a standard grey mouse. Its whiskers were the only thing unique if not including the thing's enormous size.
Bent at a curve near the end, and matching the image of horns, the four whiskers on each side vibrated at a frequency that pulverized concrete.
Eyes reflecting flamed rubies, the short swipe missed Melody. She had zoomed toward Brigan in her fright. One could only say this lady was fortunate because her reactions and the giant mouse's reach played a vital role in her escape.
Melody then jumped on Brigan, locking her arms under his armpits, and her legs around his waist. Forced to receive the unexpected weight, he stumbled back, now resembling a human turtle with the shell in front.
"Honey!!! You almost lost me!!!" She cried, smearing wet tears on his clothes.
Following her weeping, Brigan had to jump back, dodging the giant mouse's horn whiskers. Having failed to kill its target, the monster was now using its strongest killing move, its whiskers.
As the two began a game of bullfighting with the monster charging, trying to hit Melody, plus him dodging at the last moment, Brigan's irritation and patience ran thin.
The reason being Melody.
"Knock it off old hag! I'm a minor!!!" He roared, pushing her head far from his.
While he dodged for life with his movement hampered by Melody's clamp, he was also required to raise his head and stretch his neck to its limit as the insane old woman proceeded to assault him with love kisses.
Or at least try.
"You have become strong!!! Let's make later tonight a... long reunion!!!" She said with excitement and joy.
"Ahhhh!!!" He bellowed as he exerted everything to run away. The monster followed, trying to seize any given opportunity spotted. Whether it was buildings or trees, they dodged it all in the pursuit.
"HELP!!!" He cried.
"Honey!!!" She gleefully shouted.
"HELP!!!" He cried again.
"So manly!!!" She said, rubbing her face into his chest.
"Please!!! Somebody help me!!!" He begged. The chasing monster was a thing of the past. Now in its place was Insane Madam Melody as she tried molesting a minor.
Brigan, on the other hand, had tears rolling down his face. He truly exerted his full power, attempting to pry the insane old woman off. But her strength was absurd, nothing worked.
"Where is that useless mask man when you need him? Seriously Mrs. Melody, please stop!!!" Maybe using a kind voice would allow reason to set in?
"Even now manly, you are still gentle and kind! Honey..." Brigan felt dread on watching Melody's lips enlarge and zoom closer. What did he do to deserve this?
Crack! Boom!
A tree fell, dropping centimeters from their figures. The chasing monster could be seen raging. It had felt ignored the total time. The role that it played in the pursuit was minor. How could it not be furious?
"Your still here? Give up!" Brigan stated firmly. To think that it was raging, he should be angry instead. After all, how would it feel being targeted by an ancient lady?
Bending down, his muscles slightly enlarged upon grabbing his targeted item, shooting bulging veins to the surface of his arms. "Argh!!!" He exclaimed, managing to lift the falling tree off the soil. "C'mere!!!"
With an impressive all-embracing swing, the charging monster met the falling tree.
Bang! The sound of a powerful impact, followed by a whimper, entered the area into an eerie silence.
Boom!
The tree once again hit the ground surface. However, the section of the earlier collision was splintered and shredded in wood shards.
Afterward, the monster proceeded to show the same results as the previous one. With dazzling flakes, the brilliant glow danced up before it flew toward Brigan.
Once it settled down, Melody dislodged herself from him. "Are you a Blessed Creation?" She asked softly, closing her eyes with light tears forming at the corners.
"Mrs. Melody..." He was at a lost on how to respond.
Shaking her head lightly from side to side, she gave out a sad smile. "I knew. I knew it was too good to be true, but I still wished heartfully that those days could return. Here, I don't need it anymore."
His mouth parted slightly in amazement. "How..." He said trailing off. When he first came to the village, Elber had said Blessed Creations were things only in legends.
And yet, wasn't Melody a Blessed Creation also?
Upon inspecting her hand, an opened violet Geno Art Box shone faintly. "This is an Ordinary grade Geno Art called Voice Heal. With it, you can heal minor injuries using the vibration in your voice to stimulating the body's ability to self-heal. It works for both the user and others."
She then looked at it in reminisce. "In the past, Honey would always ask for those fake goods, harming himself each time. Every failed attempt would bring despair, then a determination on succeeding the next try. His promise to me was to have a strength that could protect a Blessed Creation. But how can a False Demi be that strong? Even so, I silently endured, waiting and healing him until his body accepted it or he perished."
It was a sad story. From other people's view, she sang while happily watching him suffer. But for her, those songs were healing him to survive another attempt. He sighed before focusing his eyes on her more clearly.
Watching the old woman become more depressed the further she spoke, Brigan decided to change the subject. "Wait, what are the Geno Art grades?"
Pausing at the break of her mood, she patiently explained. "I only know four that exist. From least to greatest is Ordinary, Extraordinary, Heroic, and Blessed. Of the four, I have seen the first two."
With the help of Melody, Brigan absorbed the Geno Art, bringing his durability to higher lengths. He even considered himself similar to tank classes in virtual reality games.
Brigan Heartforce
Race: Human
God Title: None
Genotype: Ordinary
Genophase: 1.02%
Geno Art: Voice Heal (Ordinary)
Feeling stronger, Brigan escorted Melody home before continuing his search. Since Elber had shown him kindness, he would return it by protecting the village he loved. Once the invasions deceased and ended permanently, he would consider the debt paid.
The scenery flashed, becoming a mere blur in the fading background. Traveling at this speed was Brigan. Ever since his body consumed the Geno Art, he felt bolder in his approach.
He understood from the sensation that new genes had mutated inside his body, producing another sense comparable to his five original senses. But one difference, it could evolve further.
Still, he didn't allow this new sense to cloud his awareness. With focus and closing up upon an open area, he slowed to get a vivid detail before departing once more.
Whoosh!
This was the course of action he chose. When there were places that appeared promising, he would slow his pace and then speed up again depending on what he saw. But even so, the small intervals weren't wasted.
Instead, he used his time to its absolute. Every period it took to travel, he studied how to utilize the Geno Art to its full-potential better.
Before he knew it, an hour crossed by. While maintaining alertness, he caught sounds of conflict produced in the expanse ahead. Because every moment was dire, he quickly sped to the place, exerting his max speed.
In moments of exiting the gaps between buildings to appear in an open spaced road, the scene of three people running in despair met his line of sight.
Chasing behind was a rabbit of water?
The view was truly peculiar. Although a giant by normal rabbit standards, its true height was eighty centimeters. The total of which wasn't even half of Brigan's full height. And yet, the strange beast didn't lose in regards to its counterparts of beforehand.
Each landing produced from hopping was designed to crash its victims as warnings could be gain from the footprints left embedded into the ground.
And if meeting its eyes, the dark pools of traumatizing black sockets would draw appalling quakes in the body upon contact.
All of these happening, Brigan saw and experienced. It caused numerous thoughts to surface. However, there was one main thought above all.
How did the three villagers manage to survive?
Once this concept fostered, the reason became apparent as the water rabbit leisurely glance at him, and then them. The look expressed its feelings openly. It was strong, and those running before it were weak.
He could see its view as a hunter regarding its prey. As to prove this point, when the distance reached a certain extent between the two parties, it would hop just shy of killing but quite close — always making them fall.
Of course, being terrified and confused, the three villagers played to the water rabbit's tune. To them, every miss landing was another second of a blessing bestowed upon them. If their blessings could continuing endlessly, the chance of surviving their crisis was more than a fantasy.
Having had observed plenty, Brigan initiated action to interfere. But such a movement didn't go unnoticed. As if in warning, the water rabbit's figure radiated intense violet glows.
The shade of its glows was different than just being violet. At the edges was a scarce flicker of a light indigo color.
With the message being sent, it also brought a comprehension of danger. If Brigan was determined to intrude, he would need to put his life on the line. Something which he felt he'd done but in reality, the fights prior this encounter never induced pressure like the water rabbit.
Just using his own judgment and knowledge regarding the Geno Art grades, if he applied the same concept to rank beasts, he felt that the beast and God Candidates radiating violet glows were considered Ordinary grade.
As for the water rabbit, it was on the verge of being an Extraordinary rank beast.
Straightening himself firmly, Brigan stood to full height. In this coming fight, he needed to be at his best capabilities to succeed.
Now firm, he gave advice to the running trio. "Scatter to the alley gaps!!! I will block off its path here!!!" He spoke calmly. His expression was also solid, raising no indications of wavering.
"Who..." one tried asking before being rebuked.
"Shut up and just run!!! If that guy wants to die in our stead, let him!!! Or do you want to traded places?!!" The shouter this time was a big sturdy man hiding his muscle physique under layers of body fat.
Turning his face grim, the first speaker ran off faster. He didn't give a second retort nor look back. But it wasn't just him. The other two running also came to a consensus. They were better off letting wanna be heroes take the death ax.
Regarding their thoughts and actions, Brigan didn't care. From the beginning, he chose this action to repay his dues since he believed in returning grace with greater grace. This was all to set Elber at ease once he left this place, nothing more.
With his goals sets and having already approached close to the water rabbit, he assumed a fighting stance he was most familiar using during bouts of scuffles — a boxing stance.
Tap! Tap! Tap! The bouncing of his feet echoed in the area.
Floosh! Dashing inside, he delivered a downward blow that would drive it into the ground.
During these happenings, the water rabbit didn't move. In fact, all it did was glare viciously and radiate its aura brighter. But once the incoming impact closed in, its dark pools flashed.
Showing the difference in their experience and knowledge regarding each others species, the water rabbit remained still, attempting no procedures to protect itself.
Blop! The blow was a solid hit, but the resistance felt odd. And odd indeed it was because the water rabbit's surface sunk inwardly which created a feeling of being recoiled on collision.
Bong! Bop! The water rabbit once more proved its high intelligence and hunter ability as it sent out a two-foot high kick during Brigan's repelling, landing it on his chest to send him in the air and shooting toward a pointed tree branch.
Being the place they were at, the pointed tree branch was not a standard kind. It possessed the same features the outside trees of this planet held.
Thick and razor sharp like long blades of swords.
Flying through the air at rapid speeds, Brigan was helpless in controlling his self mid-flight.
Bang! Crash! Using instinct to swing blindly behind him, and because of the insane speed he soared through the air, the branch was slightly redirected, allowing his body to take damage from a blunt type of contact.
Boom! His figure he the ground as he hacked mouthfuls of blood.
The difference between a borderline Extraordinary and an Ordinary was vast. Once more, having no weapon except for his body, it could be said that the water rabbit was his direct nemesis.
Okay, fixed! Read along my readers and pce!
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