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Time Off, Pt 2
The disgusting Ratman’s rusty, jagged sword struck the heavy kite shield over and over. Sparks flew with each blow as the barely-sharp blade left tiny scars and scratches in its wake.
The Ratman itself was a fetid, disease-ridden beast-like humanoid. Its fur was matted, its muscles were sinewy, and its eyes were beady. It stank of the ripe combination of urine and rotting meat.
How its weapons and armor didn’t disintegrate from direct contact was a complete mystery.
Not that Pelli even cared about any of that.
His eyes were wild with surprise as he held up his kite shield and blocked blow after blow from the enraged Ratman. And although he was covered head to toe in gleaming plate armor, and wielded a razor-sharp longsword, he was still pushed back heavily.
CeritusOrbisThere’s a genus of organisms called Hydra vulgaris, and these things are functionally immortal. Their cells don’t age or degrade like all other living things do. If one is torn in half, it ends up growing into two. If they’re broken down to their individual cells, they reform themselves back together, like a T-1000. Go look them up! They’re really cool.
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