Goldie
Also known as Goldilocks, golden boy, gold pig, piggy bank and other things denoting its value, Slade's preferred name for this enemy was Goldie.
It didn't have anything to do with his friend Gordon, the blonde boy who was an incredibly upright man.
The Golden Boy to be honest.
But nevertheless, why was Goldie called goldie in the first place?
Well because of the great experience these guys dropped.
Smiling at the thought of receiving the experience, Slade ran forwards, sword in hand while noting down all the monsters that were within the cellar.
They were skeletons, not incredibly notable since they were just pure skeletons either wielding a sword or using their hands to attack.
But nevertheless they were still strange to look at.
Staring at the skeletal body being held up by nothing in pure wonder, the monsters noticed him and turned around before shouting a soundless battle cry.
That battle cry was somehow heard by the rest of the skeletons as they rattled their bones against each other, the battle cry being reciprocated by the fact that Goldie here was the one that actually had a boy.
Roaring out its anger, the undead nearly two meters in height rushed forwards.
Swinging its arm, the arm collided off the surface of his shield before slipping off of it, feeling the heavy strength behind the blow, Slade mentally celebrated the fact that he received riot training and moved.
Taking advantage of the stance break, Slade lunged forwards with his blade only to meet the defending blades of the skeletons.
Furrowing his brows, Slade pointed his shield at one of them, feeling the wrath in his body move around and drag him straight towards the monster, a shocking impact resounded outwards.
Buffeting the other skeletons with the shockwave.
[Loathus the Cursed] pointed his arm at Slade before the Skeletons simultaneously charged forwards.
'I forgot these bastards can command.'
Moving backwards, Slade slammed the flat side of the blade against the skeleton's head, rocking it backwards.
Backstepping to dodge a blow from one of the skeleton's fellow undead brethren, Slade continued the deadly dance where a single misstep could lead to life or death.
But as a special forces soldier who had to perform various missions underneath high command, he was rather used to it.
If anything, the danger here was slightly lowered since he didn't have to keep constant watch for any stray bullets.
Feeling the whiffing air of the blade brushing past his face, a strange expression rose on his face.
'I can't believe I think fighting with swords is safer.'
Noting his strangeness with incredulity, Slade slammed his shield into the skeletons where it dissipated into the crowd behind it.
Not that it was really a crowd since there was literally just four of them.
As Slade mulled over his thoughts, a blue glow suddenly appeared around the Cursed man.
Staring at the phenomenon, Slade felt himself get pulled against his will.
Suddenly plunging straight into the crowd of skeletons, Slade quickly dodged the falling blades and fist with a barrel roll.
Something to be celebrated for since the fist shattered the blade of a skeleton, something he didn't know was possible in the first place.
Shivering at the thought of being at the receiving end of the fist, Slade held up his sword while thinking.
Tracing an intangible path through them, all the way from his steps to the path of his blade, Slade nodded as the rough outline of a plan rose in his mind.
Moving forwards, Slade's feet seemed to move.
Stepping forwards with the right, a sword lunge.
Placing the left foot further to the right, Slade spun around with a shield bash.
Following that, Slade got into a horse stance to block the following blow of the large Golden aura'd undead.
Feeling the force travel through his system, his arm trembled fiercely.
Choreographing a dance of sorts, Slade began his deathly dance while using his combination of memory and experience.
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"When in a fight!" A large burly tank topped man shouted loudly as hard music played in the background.
"You should know how to properly fight in an enclosed space!"
"You usually go pew pew with your guns alot in the outside world so you don't really experience close quarters combat!" The man made a gesture of shooting an invisible gun.
"BUT!" He raised his thick sausage like finger.
"In a fight in close quarters where its impossible to easily draw your weapons! You need to know how to fight!"
Throwing a few punches at an invisible enemy, he began to bob and weave as if fighting an invisible enemy made of air.
"So that's why we're going to start dancing!"
Confused voices resounded the wide open training yard.
"What are you doing you worms!? Start dancing! Follow me!"
Bursting into a series of poses, the people there belatedly followed.
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Recalling the absurd situation that had occurred when joining the Special Forces on the day of initiation, Slade shook his head.
But nevertheless, the teachings that the special forces instructor had imparted onto them was indeed incredibly helpful albeit the way that they were imparted was slightly strange.
They only had to have their bodies feel immense pain constantly as lactic acid burnt straight through their muscles.
If one person stopped midway out of exhaustion when the instructor wasn't satisfied...
Sleeping standing while carrying several bags of weight wasn't exactly the healthiest way to sleep.
That to in the cold.
Rest in piece oh tired one.
But as things went, a dance drew several similarities to a fight.
Likened to a similarity between dancing styles and martial arts styles.
A dance relied on two things.
Not the arms which was usually seen to be moving around crazily in a fight or dance.
Nor was it how much stamina you had to last that long in a dance or fight although they were indeed useful.
But it was actually the feet and core.
When in a dance you had to keep in mind where you put your legs to draw the wildest arm movements that would look more impressive than just wildly waving your arms.
People certainly paid more attention to someone running and waving their hands than someone just standing and waving their arms.
But in a fight, you had to decided where you wanted to place your feet because the smallest change could decided how you moved.
With a wide stance you wouldn't be easily moved, with a small stance you would topple quickly although you would be able to move quickly.
The same could be said for a dance, the larger the distance the legs needed to travel, although they suddenly became more stable due to the weight distribution being spread out they came with the cost of being slow.
Which was why good legs was a must.
But where does the core come into this you may ask?
Well the core was the abdomen, and it was in that place that the majority of the power in the body was concentrated.
It was also the center point where the most energy could be transferred to the other points of the body with the most effeciency.
And that was disregarding the other benefits that came along with a good core, those being rock hard abs and high stamina in general.
But anyways, with a good core and proper footing, you could turn the power of the earth that usually stopped you from falling through the world into your own power.
By pushing with your legs and supporting yourself with your other leg, more force would be transferred up from the ground to the arms.
But with proper usage of the core, you could increase that power to nearly threefold.
By turning your waist and torso to stop the loss of energy in the midst of the transfer you could send more energy to your arms.
Something that Slade loved to abuse when fighting the harder than usual skeletons.
'I swear these skeletons must've been dumped into a vat of milk with how hard their bones are.'
Slamming his shield using a mixture of what had been explained earlier and a skill, the skeleton in front of him suddenly burst into a mist of magical nothingness.
Something that was not expected but was also to be expected at the same time.
With the following shockwave blasting through the ranks of the five undead, the rest of the skeletons did two things.
Turn into dust or act like a puppet that had their strings cut, except in this case, they were also thouroughly dismantled.
Dropping into a clatter of bone and dust, Loathus the Cursed roared loudly, a deep rumble running through their throat as they swung their arm.
With a flash of blue light and a realization that it was the same thing as last time, Slade instead of dodging the blow by rolling which would've spent a precious few seconds.
He brought his shield up.
Blocking the gigantic fist that was the size of a watermelon and no doubt could've shattered it, Slade sent is sliding off the shield with a skillful show of dexterity..
Twisting his torso, Loathus fell forwards following the momentum, following that Slade brought his sword straight up and brought it down.
Staring at the body of the monster for any signs of retaliation, he couldn't help but notice the smile which rose on its face.
'What the-?'
Inwardly wondering what the hell the monster was smiling about, upon touching the flesh of the neck of the monster an explosion of light suddenly sent him tumbling towards the stone walls of the musty cellar.
Slamming into the wall with incredible force, Slade's mind blinked into darkness.
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Actual convo that happened today.
What is the plural term of fish.
Fish? Or Fishes?
e.g.
School of Fish, lots of Fishes?
It was an absurd argument that I had all the liking in watching.
God I wished I had popcorn.
Anyways, hi there!
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