I'm a Stingray?

As he went through the tunnel that was the closest to reach, swimming 15 meters in it, Tim's field of vision was captured by what in all terms, was a marine animal.

Happy but yet nervous to see life down here, he couldn't help but yell out. "Leggy crabs!"

And then charged right towards these fine species, using the ground itself here that sunk down just by a foot ~ making this meal appear like it was already in a bowl.

By now the little stingray had eaten so many of these sea critters, that he learned to ignore the freaky, spider-like legs they had. Instead he chewed through those legs as if consuming a snack, which was understandable after the core of the animal was eaten.

This little bowl contained 4 of these animals, which aided in many ways once considering that he hasn't eaten anything all morning and that these precious animals provide an outstanding gift.

[4 marble shrimp have been killed and consumed. Like-wise, 4 system points have been given to you as a reward.]

[Total system points = 33]

[Health bar = 74/100]

[Hunger bar = 10/15]

[Sleep bar = 19/35]

[Stamina bar = 10/15]

But yet unsatisfied with these statistics, Tim complained. "I'd be surprised if my health goes over 80, this is becoming so rare nowadays goddamn it!"

[You just have to expand the knowledge around animals who can grant health. This place is practically an underwater wasteland and you still manage to get health raising foods, bizarre at least but your bar is perfect - considering the circumstances.]

"Sometimes I can't understand who's side are you on." Tim answered as he took a better peek of the 6 foot wide tunnel he was in, afterwards coming back with another claim to enhance the first one. "One second you hate me and in the other you love me, this is so confusing."

[I reply based on situations and just how dumb your claims could be, so how I answer is depended on you.]

"Understandable." He answered and continued following the tunnel, at this point beginning to notice the drowsy effects of consuming those little sand crawlers.

This tunnel stretched seemingly long, each common turn felt like the end of the road but it was replaced by another piece of natural structure, the tunnel continued to be more exact.

At this point, having travelled 60 meters deep into this path ~ he notices an animal that seemed all too familiar, linking it with the overall situation in this dilemma, he easily managed to puzzle it all together.

"I thought these things went extinct after I killed them!" Timothy shouted as he glared against the pufferfish that slowly swam about 5 meters away.

And of course the system swooped in and splashed reason on the boy, [Their entire species can't go extinct just because you killed a handful of them.]

But the raging sea disk didn't want to reply and instead focused on the enemy, himself trying to stay hidden here just for a few more seconds.

These are the same checkered bastards that flocked the area in the den of which that crazed angler fish possessed. It's rather confusing to think of just how the same animals made their way here, but one thing stands victorious against them, Timothy knows their weak spot.

That in mind, he didn't want to hide any longer and instead charged right towards the enemy whom was double his size, thrusting with that pure intent of asserting dominance.

The checkered menace somehow noticed the boy, perhaps because of the war cry the opposer released, as if shouting would help the matter.

With the new situation partially comprehended, the pufferfish made a dash for it to the left - this tunnel being 6 feet wide at average gave quite a lot of space to aid such manoeuvre.

Thanks to that, Tim continued to charge forward and noticed his flaw a split second after it was too late.

[Health, -15 bars]

[Total health bar = 59/100]

At this point absolutely staggered, he didn't entirely understand the situation until the sharp pain continued to spread on his fin.

Considering that he had a huge restrain on a portion of it, the little boy began fearing for the worse. Gazing at the enemy whom had swam 5 or so feet away, his conclusion met an answer.

Enraged more than ever in his entire fish life, the sea pancake shouted. "How dare you bite off a piece of my fin?!"

Although the shout had spooked the enemy a tad bit, it still had the guts to spit out the chunk it bit off, which in a way felt like an offense to Timmy.

The sudden reduction of health unleashed an effect that caused a bit of fatigue throughout his entire body, the pain on his left fin made it difficult to properly move.

Those barricades aside, he still wanted to charge against the enemy at full speed and assure who's boss around here, even if it meant that death might reach near.

But yet he did not want to underestimate this enemy again, because it was fast enough to land such a blow ~ he does not want to think about how the situation would be if bodily durability wasn't upgraded a while ago, death would feel like a certain equation through this dilemma.

Ready, he once more charged towards the enemy but now his speed has been reduced by a good portion, now the sea disk was going at a not so stunning 2 mp/h.

Seeing that the enemy had began to charge as well, Tim continued with the next step of this attack. With a smack against the waters, he swam just a foot higher to avoid collision by any means - these pufferfish seem to have deadly jaws, he does not want to explore more pain.

But the inability to swim properly had caused an inevitable effect, he began swimming in a lopsided way.

What was supposed to be a direct strike against the head, just managed to scratch the surface because his tail was locked to land a specific blow, the strategic boy didn't think far enough to change the plan.

His barb just ran across the enemy's head for a quarter of a foot, right after the collision was avoided. At this point the probability of killing the enemy with this past blow, was far too low.

Enraged because of that large miss, Tim turned around and witnessed the enemy following a singular path before it too took a sharp turn, facing the enemy.