Chapter 89: Steps forward
"Three slimes. I can handle three," muttered Ren, a short elf with messy hair and a cracked bow.
He crouched low behind a bush, eyes fixed on the wiggling green blobs ahead. His hands were sweating again, even though he'd done this five times already. He aimed, took a breath, and let the arrow fly.
Thwip!
The arrow hit. One slime popped.
"Yes!"
Another slime bounced toward him. He fumbled for another arrow. It slipped. The slime slammed into his leg, and he tumbled back with a yelp.
"Ow! Stupid thing!"
He scrambled up, stabbed the second with a knife, then rolled to dodge the third. It hit his arm, but he swung wildly and crushed it.
Pop.
Gasping, he leaned on his knees. "I'm... still alive."
His card blinked.