Chapter 12: One shot

Chapter 12: One shot

Snap out of it.

Tom shook his head, as if he had just been hallucinating all along before. His movements were jerky and slow as he forced himself to turn back around and begin walking in the same direction he was before, fighting back both his racing heartbeat and his desire to make a break for it.

Intrusive thoughts barraged his mind, some wanting him to fight the enemy head on, others egging him to take a gamble and see if he could outrun the beast.

He was officially in the worst case scenario now. Not only had he encountered a beast with a higher levelled card than any he possessed, it also seemed to be more intelligent than the beasts hed encountered so far.

This was a bona fide predator, staking him from the shadows.

That raised a question.

Why hadnt the beast attacked yet?

Stealthy glances were all he allowed himself as he ambled forward, attempting to replicate his earlier pace as he creeped from one tree to the next.

[The Shadow] didnt sound like a particularly offensive card, yet the beast had managed to kill enough of its brethren monsters or perhaps other humans, though Tom thought that possibility unlikely, to level it to level three.

Maybe it didnt have a long-range attack method.

Tom thought about it, looking back at the last two hours. If the [Elfinclaw] had been stalking him all that while, it surely had plenty of opportunities to take a shot at him from afar. One that hed never see coming.

Instead, it chose to silently stalk him.

The beast could be a sadist. One that liked to torment its prey before finishing it off. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

The thought sent chills down his spine, but Tom forced himself to discard it. That wasnt a rational line of thinking. If the beast was so arrogant, it wouldnt have climbed to Level 3 when the powerful [Symiril Boars] failed.

The one, and quite possibly only chance he had to kill his silent persuer was that he knew of the enemys existence, but the enemy did not yet truly know him.

That was the beauty of humans, for Tom would wager that every one of his kind would react differently if they were placed in his situation. Subtle differences they might be, but the individuality of his kind couldnt be denied.

The beast hadnt attacked yet. The reason was simple.

Tom hadnt shown any vulnerability yet. Sure, his back was exposed, but hed still managed to notice the beast in the end. Moreover, in Artezia, where people likely had superhuman reflexes, an exposed back didnt necessarily mean an outright advantage.

Did the beast sense the threat coming off from the card in his hand?

Possibly.

Till now, Tom had been steadfast in his resolve to maintain caution and continue moving, albeit slowly. Hed never stopped to experiment with his cards and now he was thankful hed made that decision.

His next idea was even crazier than the last.

Or rather, his previous idea had been more experimental. This one was reckless but grounded in theory.

Tom couldnt allow a third-party to continually stalk him, not on the very likely chance that he would stumble upon another beast. He could deal with threats on one front, but the opportunist [Elfinclaw] would likely finish him off the moment it saw an opportunity.

No, Tom had to fight back.

He scanned his surroundings, looking for the the place where hed make his stand.

Toms eyes lit up when he spotted a set of gnarly roots jutting out from the earth, tracing back to one of the wide trees. Twenty meters separated him from the gnarled root, giving him enough time to mentally compose himself.

If he fumbled this, there would be no second chance.