I'm a Stingray?

Once he was struck back to the battle after Osira thundered through his hearing holes, every emotion of which the hero contained, rapidly became replaced by nothing but boiling and blood-thirsty rage!

He arose from the very sand that carried the fins when he was gazing upon Marlo, and locked vision with the closest enemy before lunging forward.

Speed for once in a while became a perk all thanks to this precious rage. Definitely something worth being proud about but it still was barely 4 mp/h.

He spiked through yet another enemy but wanted these fish to feel more pain so the boy avoided striking against the head.

And instead that dangerous barb began scratching across the side of an enemy, it sunk just an inch deep as a wound across the enemy was imprinted from one end to the other.

Through the battle cries Timothy heard something pop and remembered why these attackers are called pufferfish. "Every spot of theirs is a weakness, I just need to destroy their sack thing."

The attack was an inevitable death cause and the young one felt proud about it but the crave to kill more hasn't yet disappeared. His eyes and tail craved another enemy to slaughter.

A new cumulative of 5 kills counted after a while, and he had heard the system yap about gains over and over. Even now, she didn't fail notifying.

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

[Total system points = 275]

Plentiful no doubt but the raging sea pancake's focus wasn't lended to such aspects, instead he made it all the way where the toughest souls this den had to offer.

They were still going at it, showing that crazy old hag who truly rules this reef. These dungeness crabs had stabbed this one enemy so many times that when Tim arrived to take a peek, all he could see was holes taking refuge in the entire body!

There were no eyes, no face or fins. Just a blob of meat whom has been tortured with more holes bashed against it than any other being could possibly handle.

Even the crabs felt convinced that their job was more than well done so they began crawling away from the body, giving everyone a better view.

"Our messenger is dead!" One of the living pufferfish yelled out and suddenly a stronger disturbance overtook the waters, as if such a thing was possible.

The enemies all ended their battles and charged towards the spot where the mutilated body was laying at, Tim wanted to turn around and make a dash for it or at least stand and fight but he came into reality a bit too late - gazing upon the corpse didn't fail to make him feel lost.

The second he tried to swim away, a sharp pain captivated a good portion of his right fin, directly at the bottom and painfully close to the private portions.

[Health -15]

[Total health = 43/100]

This shot managed to damage the only other functioning fin, and so speed will not be to his disposition for a long time ~ that is, if he survived.

These numbers were smaller than most times, the only other moment he reached health low to this point was when he got stung by the now-dead Alba.

The same enemy who just delivered such damage, wanted to take another bite after swallowing one of the chunks.

But...

The bite our young hero had received was enough to grant a bit of information, although he did not have to turn around and look.

Sensing a minor commotion in the waters, right next to him even, the clever stingray swiped his tail up and punctured the enemy right through the neck. His tail didn't manage to puncture through to meet the other end of the skin surface.

But it still aided the system to notify, [checkered pufferfish killed, 10 system points have been given to you as a reward.]

[Total system points = 285]

One of the enemy's attacks was not focused on the stingray who managed to cause quite some havoc in the battlefield, but instead he was focused on the dead 'messenger' a bit more than anyone else.

The most concerning part was that this pufferfish was a new arrival, he didn't belong to the second batch of warriors but had just reached the scene.

Swimming fast wasn't to his aid compared to all the friends, the only reason behind such motion was that he had puffed.

That itself was confusing alone as she should have long deflated if he had met an enemy on the outside. Here, even though in battle, none of the pufferfish had puffed in order to interject any damage through that kind of route.

But this one had and at the same time it felt as if the sea water itself was pinpointed to his body, he felt this great mass trying to crush him and it wasn't in any way metaphorical.

The yellow colour on his skin began turning pale and the straight checkered patterns crumbled into a scribbled way, it felt like his soul was being sucked out in the worst possible way - even the flesh and bone in his body began deteriorating.

With the last bit of life he had left, the pufferfish deflated and bursted out the contents that were trapped in his stomach once he had inflated earlier before entering this den.

A thick-green-substance hollered its way through the waters and dotted right over the anglerfish's body, this ridiculous liquid even made its way through the many holes this lady had withstood.

The pufferfish whom was obviously picked to make such a delivery, literally split in half after that. Whatever this substance was, touching it wasn't a good idea at all unless one intended suicide or wanted to sacrifice their body.

After a few seconds, the corpse of the humpback began shaking around and 1/4th of the holes had disappeared, allowing anyone around to witness a bit of skin.

Every fish in this den, enemy or friend, had stopped their battle and stood side-by-side, gazing at the commotion that included this ridiculous green substance.

After a handful of more seconds, the entire den heard a shout that solely included rage and determination. "The holy tar demands your souls!"