I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 115: Arrogance (3)

Knowing what his biggest advantage was, Timothy leaped high as much as one could with a single flap against the salty waters. It was a massive aid but he could still feel the king's massive antennas tickling the soft portion of his belly.

"The biggest mistake you made was sending those guards away!" The brave little boy shouted, his tone crackling with the pure thirst of blood lust.

Through that same sentence, he had already taken a dive towards what was locked in his eyes as a target. That marvelous barb began twirling left and right, such an act behaved like a deadly attack once he managed to swim on the enemy's side.

A bit of acceleration paired with fear, helped to land about 4 blows which felt rather easy to puncture through skin.

[Health, -7 bars]

[Total health = 70/100]

"Fuck!" Tim shouted as he felt a strong bite right on the fin, but luckily it wasn't enough to take off an entire chunk, that would be tremendously troublesome.

Yet it proved a fact again and again. This species is more than 3 times the hero's size yet the damage it deals was hilariously small.

But pain was pain. And the portion he just received, almost felt good. The anger he had built up just by holding in rage until now for the sake or recruiting a tribe... well, it was larger than his size no doubt.

Now to land blows and receive them, half of the steam broke out - as if he was a sucker for pain.

The sudden shock of damage made the boy bounce out of the way and follow the narrow path in this open room, that aided to escape another blow.

Gazing back at the enemy whose body parts he craved to be spread all over the room, the brave sea pancake boiled with a threat. "Are you getting nervous? Not so easy to fight without those pleasure guards you have ha?"

"How could you possibly know that?" The king shouted back but felt more embarrassed than ever. It felt as if his secret had leaked out of this lair and somehow reached the ear holes of this bastardous stingray. "I will kill my guards soon as I kill you!"

"Good luck with that." Timmy answered, confident blooming in his tone enough to be considered a blood-red rose.

Right after that second, he witnessed the enemy leap high enough to be considered a threat. It had to be at least 3 meters high this time, if the ceiling was any closer, he would have brought the cave down.

Unwilling to wait and be crushed by this double cheeked maniac of a king, the hero rushed straight forward. And after a foot of distance, he swam straight up with a bit of extra effort.

Poking the tail downwards and close to his belly, the sea pancake used the tail's momentum along with an opposite bash against the water with his fins: to stop on his spot and push the main tool forward, the one that can stab a species to hell and back.

Elegantly, he has synced into the banana formation. Although those two names don't go well together, its result was beyond elegant.

The enemy could not stop the speed built up while falling down towards the flooring again, so this was a great aid for the little inflictor.

The king tried to swiftly swim out of the way but those chunks of meat didn't allow such a procedure ~ so the loud mouth continued to sink like a rock and harshly landed his belly against the barb.

Although the momentum had in all ways worked to the stingray's favour, it wasn't enough to poke the tip through the enemy's back - but the damage was still plentiful.

Using the situation to a further extent, Tim gazed upon one of the many legs this bastard had and managed to reach out and lock those jaws in them.

These legs felt tough but the young one could notice that a simple stronger bite would be enough to bite through. But...

That's not what he wants to use it for. Holding on to the leg with his jaws, he began bashing the little tail left and right with the pure intent of slipping out of the enemy's body.

Once his tail reached half way out, the grip against the king's leg snapped because the bite force was too much. It made sense, these species are bland inside and the boy had level 3 jaws!

Regardless of the inconvenience, it was still enough to reap benefits out of it. The young hero managed to slip away from the belly before sand met him and the enemy. He had an idea of how much health would be lost if he was bashed against the surface. Although it wasn't significant, it wasn't peachy either.

"Shit! You little bastard! That was a grave mistake!" The king shouted out and acted like he was in complete control in the situation.

At this point it couldn't even be considered arrogant overconfidence. Delusion would be the best way to describe it. But that wasn't a problem because surprisingly, he enjoyed the very pain in the enemy's tone and the mental breakdown that was building up with it.

At this point Timmy thought himself as evil... to feed off someone else's pain? It does sound inhumane... but this was the fish world. In all ways, he was aware of the emotional intelligence working over time ~ making a theory, that some portion of this intelligence would be more active than the other chunk.

At this point, the young one didn't even feel bothered to point out just how stupid the king's claims are. He just began circling the foul-mouthed fat one and observed how nervousness emerged by every flap his fins went briefly against the water.

Unwilling to take his chances anymore, feeling the pain in the mid section becoming stronger by the second ~ it became a motivation for his majesty to yell out, "Guards! Get your white asses here!"