I'm a Stingray?

The den carried 40 more of these bastards now, their quantity isn't so easy to comprehend especially since the den was filled with fish now.

Such a situation made Timmy think, "No wonder none of these pufferfish were in their homes, they were waiting to attack us!"

If one would want to move around here, they would have to inevitably face one of these enemies and it was the same result if one didn't want to move from their spot.

Tim was one of the first to notice these enemies bash in the scene just because of the disturbance they have caused in the waters.

He had noticed that the quantities were large so the first step was to swim to the side so the bundle of teeth wouldn't shred him into pieces as even the hero wouldn't be able to avoid such trouble.

After they got in which was something that no being here was large enough to prevent, he began lunging towards them.

Speed wasn't to his highest disposal but a proper battle strategy was. It took only a few seconds to build the plan up and a blink to execute it.

The first of these menaces he attacked, received a cut right across the face as the raging sea disk swam across with his tail curled.

The second enemy that he managed to find, got a stabbing strike right against the head and was inevitably forced dead. This was the very weak spot that these enemies had, and experience made it easy to hit them all while using the floppy side that was his damaged fin - to avoid getting bitten.

He wasn't willing to stop and check just how damaged his enemies became once he struck. If they died then it's great, if they didn't then the next target would become any other fish who would be unlucky enough to collide against him.

His attention and focus throughout this chaos was solely lended to observing his surroundings enough to land enough blows and not get killed in the process.

These enemies were randomly charging around as if they were deadly torpedoes, and they would most definitely bite anything foreign that crossed their paths.

So he had to use all senses to have a complete overview of his surroundings, no split second could be spared, every attack had to be avoided.

And so he slid or stabbed through enemy after enemy, by far killing 15 of them alone and leaving the damaged ones for his friends to kill.

It truly was difficult to swim at full speed through this procedure with no intent of stopping before the odds favoured the fish of this den, quantity-wise.

The system had alarmed more than a few times through these past kills, a lot of them were urging recommendations to get the hell out of here.

But he only paid attention to what began appearing very attractive, the most recent notification felt like a new achievement.

[Checkered pufferfish killed, 10 system points have been given to you as a reward.]

[Total system points = 225]

This species most definitely contributed in to achieving system points of such quantity. It felt like a big achievement but considering the average and yet growing prices per each upgrade bought, these points might aid just to buy a couple of upgrades ~ so this wasn't anything to be too proud about.

Since the crabs and reef sharks aided to massively reduce the enemy quantities, especially after Timothy began nailing one after the other through the head, the hero had stopped on his spot just to observe how bad the situation was.

About 8 reef sharks have been bitten dead by these attacks but one of them seemed to have had the most severe wound.

This particular shark had its entire belly ripped off, getting closer to the corpse it became easier to determine who had landed such a blow.

The wound was almost straight, it had no curl so this damage couldn't have been done by anything but that humpback anglerfish whom indeed was bigger.

But as he observed this dead shark more, giving a peek on the eyes as well and smelling the carcass too, he attained complete utter shock upon realisation. "This is Marlo. No!!"

Blam!

A couple of heads collided, the hero saw one of the enemies change its route and bashing against another enemy of this den.

A tone he knew all so well hollered and pierced the stingray's suddenly reduced atmosphere, "The fuck you standing around for? We are in the middle of a war."

Turning around, he spotted Osira. And what she had done just a second ago was easy to determine, an enemy was bashed against the head by this fine lady - but the prime intent was protecting Tim who was angry enough to be lost due to the death of this friend.

"Marlo is dead!" He shouted out, acknowledging what the problem was and the heroic grouper could sense the pain in the boy's tone although still unable to understand it.

Motivation standing stronger than ever with an unwilling sense of breaking, she shouted. "Nothing we can do about it now, let's kill the rest of these bitches!"

And that's when the young one was brought back to reality and charged towards the closest pufferfish he could find, landing not 1 but 2 strikes against the head so the chances of survival sink below 0.

After that kill, he leaped against another close by enemy and indeed managed to cause another pre-meditated murder.

Tim's ision was captured by the two stingray siblings of his whom were working almost side by side, chasing enemies together and almost mimicking the battle techniques that the hero here had invented.

Blam!

Another clash was heard and the shocked sea disk saw another enemy changing course, Osira's tone thundered after. "Don't just float around, kill!"

And then herself charged towards another one of these pufferfish and sunk her teeth on it, taking off a chunk and then swimming away to not receive any blind shots from any other enemy.