Adventures Of The Ero Bunny-Chapter 29: Whetting My Weapon

The journey to the mines was spent in relative quiet as we just went over everything that had happened and digested it on our own, which meant I was just watching as Ulya gave Izzy the space she needed before occasionally whispering something to her that helped chip away at the various defenses she had erected around herself.

When we were actually back down in the mines and heading over towards the exact same location as the previous excursion it seemed that we were all thinking the same thing for right now, which was that we needed to focus on something else besides what happened.

And mining these constantly replenishing rocks was not going to help since that just left you alone with your thoughts, so therefor we began to head off to locate the larger groups of enemies so that we could exert our energy in more productive ways.

For Izzy that meant playing with her 'food' since these goblins weren't as much of a challenge to someone like her, but for me it was yet another way to learn how to fight and what the dos and don'ts were for me in particular.

What felt good and what felt wrong, what produced the best results, how I should go about everything, where I needed to improve and what I definitely needed to stop doing going forwards; all of that was nice to stockpile now, in a safe environment, so that I could work on it going forwards.

To that front I started this learning process against a single goblin, leaving my mana off of the mace and instead focusing on how my feet moved as I lured the monster in for various attacks; it was roughly my speed and practically as clumsy too, so I was able to figure out what I was doing wrong without much risk...

While the others fought their own battles I was engaged in a fun little game of tag pretty much, with the goblin being 'it' and me dodging any attempt to touch me; I restrained myself from any retaliatory swings and just focused on the movements.

Having played some very low level sports during my time of mandatory schooling I was accustomed to moving around and doing so in a controlled way, but now I was doing those movements with armor that weighed me down, boots that were heavier than any normal sports shoe, and a weapon in my hand that weighed not only a few pounds in reality but also was laden with the weight of any blood I would draw with it.

So I knew how to move but I just needed to get back to that level of 'skill' that I had once had, and thankfully for me I found out that there was actually a very quick path to regaining that skill; the answer was obviously magic, and this became another thing of interest to me as I used bursts of mana to invigorate my body whenever I felt I needed it.

It was like being able to control the flood of adrenaline that I was already experiencing, giving myself a lower overall boost from the basic adrenaline but giving myself access to a higher ceiling of that power and focus that came with it.

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Slipping around the rock club that the goblin was wielding I stared at it in shock, which it matched as well since it had thought I was getting tired thanks to me discovering that little nifty trick; walking around behind it, I felt a primal itch to swing the mace overhead and cave in its skull, but I ignored that itch as I waited for it to turn back around.

My feet weren't as sluggish as before, no longer sliding across the ground whenever I moved and no longer going too far into the air to cause me to lose fractions of a second that could make the difference between getting hit and avoiding that hit.

I began to understand how valuable shaving off those fractions of a second were when I jumped back and away from a horizontal swing that threatened to break my ribs and eviscerate my lung with all those sharp shards, feeling the swing brush dangerously close to me as I got just out of the way.

If I had been slower it would have still caught me, and while it would have just grazed across my armor the force would have still been enough to drive most of my breath out of my lungs, giving the goblin one hell of an advantage over me and maybe even signaling the end of my new life.

Parts of my calves and thighs burned in ways I wasn't really aware was possible, and when the pain got too sharp and I felt that I was pushing my luck I sidestepped another clumsy swing and entered the goblin's guard, surprising it as I went from defensive to offensive.

I started with something that would just satiate my curiosity, thrusting the mace into its stomach and causing it to double over as I broke something and damaged its internal organs, causing it to spit up blood and heave as bile shot up into its throat.

Now that it was doubled over - and I found that using the top of the mace to thrust definitely had its uses - I lowered the weapon and shifted my feet as I powered an upwards swing, slamming the mace into the goblin's face and shattering its skull with that single blow, killing it in a messy fashion that itched that primal side of my brain in an interesting way.

It felt good, only for the normal part of me to be disgusted as chunks of meat spattered all around us, and then the logical side of me reprimanded that primal part as I recalled that the goblin's ears were of value... and they were currently in pieces because its head was a mangled mess...

Definitely not what I was supposed to do, but as I stared at the blood soaked mace in my hands I only felt queasy instead of downright disgusted, devastated and disturbed with what had just transpire, and to my credit... I only threw up a little, which was an improvement!