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He had to be honest, he had never seen such a beast before in all his years of adventure!!

His legs traversed him down the slope, his feet crunching against the bones below, the air rushing against his face, his clothing blowing within the haste of wind. The troll held under his left armpit quaked with each step he made.

There was a low growl or a roar, he couldn't accurately perceive which it was. But did it really matter to him??

Hell's no.

A small quake of the mountain of bones.

"Sh*t!"

His body naturally moved in a response, turning around, his right hand grasping his weapon. He had already swung it when his eyes crossed with the desolate crimson eyes of the beast.

There was a low spark as a shrill resounded.

The jaws of the beast clamped tightly upon his blade. Its strength firmly empowering upon his body.

The force of the momentum caused his legs to quake for a moment, the whole rubbled area seemed as if it would fall at any moment.

Both opponents found themselves gritting their teeth at the other's might.

Jack thought himself doing fairly 'well'.

Then the tail of the beast came swinging...and it naturally smacked against his face!!

Now, the author didn't know physics well but...

Jack's figure was instantly blown leftward.

Crash

He crashed into a mountain of bones.

His figure embedded, not flying deeply within, and rolled down right after.

"Ugh." He forced himself from the pile, his body slightly sorer.

Standing up, shaking his head and stretching, he was in surprise to finally find himself now upon a blackened ground similar to that of marble.

"Blimey! This scurvy dog is more of a seadog than I thought." His left arm whipped against his face, easily picking up the blood that had now been made from the scar running across his cheek.

A light flashed.

A jaded green orb the size of an orange appeared on his palm.

He imputed a bit of his mana within, connecting the orb and his soul.

"Hmm..."

'The one skill I have is practically useless in a frontal one on one confrontation...'

He glanced at his Sacred Text.

'Strange, my swordsmanship has broken through a minor rank.'

[Name: Jack Sawhand

Strength: A

Speed: B

Mana: S

Skills: Swordsmanship (B), Walking Battleship (U),

Overall: SS+]

[Walking Battleship: Within your soul holds a battleship in your control. The battleship may be summoned to devastate your enemies. One may also jump into and out of the battleship, once it has been summoned, at will.

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