Shadow Slave

'Crap!'

This was the only thought in Sunny's head as he awkwardly fell backward, allowing the pincer to close right in front of his face with a loud "clack". The jagged, chitinous blades were so close that he could clearly see bits of mud sticking to their surface.

Sunny landed on his back, narrowly avoiding the unexpected strike. The good thing was that he managed to avoid being injured or even killed. The bad thing was that he was sprawled on the ground, unable to quickly create distance between him and the attacker. The massive pincer was still hovering above.

Just as this realization dawned on Sunny, he desperately rolled to the side. In the next moment, the pincer lunged down, sending small tremors through the mud. If not for his quick reaction, Sunny's chest would have been caved in by that blow.

He was just beginning to stand up when the pincer swiped sideways. Luckily, Sunny was ready: instead of trying to dodge or block the attack, he went with it, letting the pincer collide with his outstretched hands and cushioning the blow.

As his arms screamed in pain, Sunny used the force of the blow and allowed his body to be sent flying through the air. This way, at least, he would get out of the pincer's range.

He might not have been taught how to fight, but one thing he knew very well was how to fall!

Instead of breaking his neck or having the breath beaten out of him by the landing, he braced his body and nimbly rolled before stopping some distance away from the ambushing monster.

'I take it back!' Sunny though, remembering his sarcastic critique of Hero's battle rolls. 'Rolling is an integral part of any respectable monster-fighting technique!'

Then, he looked up, trying to ascertain the situation.

In front of him, the attacker had finally shown itself. It burrowed from under the mud, casting a vast shadow over kneeling Sunny. Its tiny eyes were full of rage, hunger, and malice.

him at almost three meters in height, the bulky creature moved its mandibles

you devouring the giant carcass with the rest of your buddies, you crab

monster seemed to be in a rather bad shape: half of its eight scythe-like legs were broken, and there were cracks in its thick carapace, each oozing with viscous azure blood. Additionally, he was

prey. It could have just followed the other monsters and joined on

an awakened human. It was also weightless and inaudible

other hand, Sunny could also consider himself lucky — by the same logic, he would not have been able

his luck could wait for later — right now, Sunny had a far more pressing thing to do. Namely, try

he ordered the shadow and

attacking monster. Its heavy pincer crashed into the side of a coral pillar,

out to be surprisingly agile. Its scythe-like legs pierced the mud behind him, and the pincer was already flying through

long, smooth,

in a narrow, sharp tip. It was almost like a spear. The problem was, even with the added length of this makeshift spear, Sunny's range of attack was still shorter than the monster's. He also

creature's armor. However, he didn't dare to. At that short of a distance,

crazy idea entered Sunny's

bit shocked, he momentarily couldn't decide whether it was the product of audacity

out again. This time, Sunny was a little late to evade, and as a result, a sharp pain pierced his left leg. It was grazed by the edge of the pincer. The Puppeteer's Shroud held, not allowing the monster to draw blood,

no

wide, Sunny understood that it was time to act crazy. So, instead of trying to dodge, he stopped moving

as though he was going to be split apart, but his armor, received from defeating an awakened tyrant, resisted the crushing

the Puppeteer's Shroud. With the protective properties of the armor enhanced, he was able to

at an impasse. The young man couldn't free himself from the monster's grip, while the monster could not kill the prey by cutting it