Dagger of Doom: A LitRPG Adventure (Beta Tester Book 5) by Rachel Ford

Author:Rachel Ford [Ford, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

An overly optimistic prediction, as he quickly learned. Because the hag swung again and again, coming at him with a strength that stunned him. Quite literally – more than once, the impact from their weapons colliding left him feeling a little dazed. She moved quickly, too. Far too quickly.

Within two minutes, Jack was a battered, bloody mess. He’d avoided any direct hits, but the thorns grazed him more than once, slicing and dicing the skin and sometimes flesh of his arms and legs. She’d whacked him once with the end of the scythe pole, right between the shoulders; and he could feel a bruise forming on his back.

But what was worse was that he’d come no closer to killing her. He’d tried a fireball twice more, but to no effect. And she’d dodged every sword jab, swing and thrust.

She seemed to be enjoying herself. She grinned and gloated, telling Jack how much she looked forward to roasting him – roasting, toasting, grilling, and boiling. “Maybe I won’t finish you off all the way. Maybe you’ll go into the pot still alive,” she’d cackled. “Suffering always adds sweetness to the meat.”

She made a point of breathing on him too. Every few seconds, the game would alert him,

You have been hit by Hag’s Breath. You will continue to lose health while exposed, and your movement will be 15% slower for twenty seconds following exposure.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to rethink his strategy of bashing and smashing. But finally, about two and a half minutes into having his backside handed to him by a geriatric, he formulated a new strategy: he needed to avoid the hag’s breath for twenty seconds. Then, the speed penalty would expire, and he could take the hurt to her.

So instead of countering her strikes and trying to get his own in, he fell back, dodging between trees and ducking out of the way of her breath. The closeness of the forest worked to his advantage as he left the little clearing. The hag’s scythe struck the trunks of trees when she swung it, so he could spend less time focusing on avoiding death and more on running. She started to hiss and snarl. Jack counted off the seconds in his head.

Fifteen.

Sixteen.

Then she swapped weapons. She swung the scythe over her shoulder and picked up the blow gun. That took two seconds.

Eighteen.

She loaded a dart, which spent another second.

Nineteen.

She raised the blowgun to her lips and puffed out her cheeks. Jack reversed course, drawing himself as low as he could and running forward, toward her.

Twenty.

The dart hissed out of the blowgun. Jack felt it whistle over his head, missing him by a centimeter. At the same time, he felt his old strength return. He surged forward, screaming out an incoherent battle cry – blade at the ready. He covered a yard and a half. He had another yard to go.

He saw comprehension cross the witch’s face – comprehension, and fear. She opened her mouth, and loosed another wave of terrible, rank breath.

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