The Jackrabbits continue with their advance, the formation is wide and messy but not totally disorganized, making a curve as they approach towards the inhabitants of Karmdaris.
The Horned Jackrabbits increase their already high speed, leaving behind the Plated Jackrabbits.
This is clearly an offensive maneuver, portraying this animals have a silver of tactics and strategy.
But most people trapped in this new unknown environment, are too used to their peaceful, boring, and repetitive lives in the City.
Which makes them unable to understand their dire situation, falling prey of collective panic solely due to the large horde of rabid mammals.
Unbeknown to the majority, this will soon turn into absolute chaos; As the leading rodents stop their tracks abruptly, with their horns glowing with the recognizable milky brown shine of Nuvlierz Energy.
Some people including Dackör are stupefied, animals are not capable of using Nuvlierz Energy, yet, the Jackrabbits are proving the contrary.
This people shout at the top of their lungs "Get on the ground!"; The warning comes too late, most people are stunned or too frightened to think and act accordingly to the dangerous situation.
And the Horned Jackrabbits are not delaying their attack, firing from their horns a burst of ethereal projectiles that pass through the fragile bodies of the defenseless people of Karmdaris.
Dackör is appalled, but not by the hecatomb he just witnessed, not even the ruthless assault perpetrated by the Jackrabbits.
For the short young man, the most disgusting occurance, is the people themselves.
{This shots were absurdly slow!, How can be possible almost no one simply evade the energetic rounds?!, Or ducked down to avoid them?!}
With their first strike proving its effectiveness, the Plated Jackrabbits increase their speed, passing their teammates and charging forward as they prepare Nuvlierz Energy on their foreheads.
The animals are relentless, engaging in close combat, leaping forward with headbutts that cause a pulse of energy, pushing back and disorienting their victims.
Jumping to be on top of those who fall over the well kept neon grass, biting with their sharp frontal fangs the feeble necks of their vulnerable preys.
Screams of terror and pained cries for help are heard all over the meadow; Making some people to run away with no actual destination.
The short young man squats down and moves diagonally to his right; Most people are standing, and they will attract the Jackrabbits attention, especially as they stand out more than him.
Of course, a black spot moving in a neon green grass is easy to spot, and the Horned Jackrabbits gallop to intercept Dackör.
{So this pests can't shoot us constantly, then the same must apply to the Hornless}
Instead of retreating, Dackör observe which Jackrabbits are unable to shoot Nuvlierz Energy, sprinting towards them with a clear thought in mind "Survival Of The Fittest".
Aiming his hand forward, the short young man generates a small sphere in front of his palm, launching the immaterial projectile.
The strike almost reaches two thirds of the speed of sound, but its trajectory doesn't advance in a straight line, getting deviated and going sideways, hitting a different Jackrabbit than the one Dackör wanted to eliminate.
Still, the hit is gruesome, parting into two the rabid animal, spreading yellow blood over the ground.
The grass in that area grows, duplicating its length and girth, twisting itself to obtain more of the hideous yellow blood by infiltrating in the rodent corpse.
"The grass is alive?!"; Scream a person, and for absurd that may sound, is the truth.
Dackör's accuracy can be laughable, but his potency cannot be underestimated, as the projectile keeps advancing, blasting a second, third and even a fourth Jackrabbit before the Ammunition disappears.
Evidently, this event attracts the animals attention, yet, they avoid the areas with taller grass; A tendency that is abused by some quick thinkers, as the grass appears to be harmless for people.
An obvious misconception that is understood by those who committed the mistake of approaching to close to the taller grass, getting snared by the leaves.
The dangerous vegetation stabs them, infiltrating in their veins to subtract the people's blood.
{Is a reaction!, as long as there is no blood around, the grass should remain docile}
Dackör is on point, but in a makeshift battlefield like the one he is standing on, such luxury is unobtainable.
With no options available, Dackör has to resort to hit and run tactics, praying for his shots to land in an enemy, while avoiding the growing tall grass that comes strong with every new hemorrhage that spills blood over the meadow.
During the combat, one of Dackör's strikes lands in the tall grass; However, the ethereal bullet doesn't pierce the organic tissue.
Instead, the Nuvlierz Energy gets stuck in the grass, sucking the neon glow around its location, reaching a braking point and exploding.
The detonation is relatively powerful, releasing sufficient heat and pressure to burn the fur of the nearby rodents.
Yet, the noise of the explosion is really useful, disorienting the Jackrabbits, encouraging other people to fight back the weakened animals.
{This would have been much more easy to handle if I could use my Pistol}
The short young man sighs as the last Jackrabbit is slammed against the grass.
The responsible, a tall fit and muscular woman with dark chocolate skin; Her middle length white hair with orange tips is issued in a short ponytail, accompanied by golden orange irises surrounding her menacing slit pupils.
The woman is somehow serious, having tightly close her amethyst lips, a tone that is as striking as the white sport outfit she is wearing.
{Railing someone like her would be a real challenge}
With that thought, the silver interface pops up.
Challenge = Type Of Will
• 623 Participants
Earl's Will = 623 / 500
Count's Will = 623 / 250
Baron's Will = 623 / 125
• Survive For Five Hours
• Xenz = Time Per Coefficient Flow
{*Argh!*, I didn't want this shit…}
The mind of Dackör is stunned for a second, the list is obviously shorter, because the "Participants" no longer are 3,862, as the people have been reduced to less than one sixth of said number.
Shaking his head, Dackör deactivates the annoying interface, looking up to the sky, contorting his face with anger.
Challenge Ends In → 00:04:17:42
{We haven't even been in this place for an hour, How can we survive?, There is nothing in this meadows, only endless bloodsucking leaves until the sight can reach}
Aware of the primordial need for a water source, and how invaluable the food in his backpack is, preoccupies Dackör, introducing his hand into the pocket to try and fill one Cell of Nuvlierz Energy into his Pistol.
While the idea of eating Jackrabbits could be doable, it is not of Dackör's liking; Blood of a different colour implies a different base element, so the animal's meat could be toxic.
{I prefer to refrain from having to test the theory myself}
Dackör Kruelckdom
Class Orgasmcer
Level 0
Improvement • 286 / 1,200
Coefficient Flow • 33
Cell Capacity • 22
Xenz • 0
{*Argh!*, This things are exasperating me!}
Getting rid of the second interface, Dackör annoyance is slightly funny for the dark chocolate woman, who has a short snort as she reduces the distance…