Infinite Farmer: A Plants vs Dungeon

Every time Brist used his arm, Tulland could see the spikes digging a little deeper into his shoulder. That was a limited blessing. Some plants and weapons had a sort of magical intent imprinted on them. Swords were for hurting things, and if they were built by someone with a class, they even knew it to some extent. When you hit someone with a blacksmith’s sword and a sword-wielding skill, it did more damage to their overall health than the wound you were creating implied. Beasts had the same kind of effect in their fangs and claws. But plants and their seeds had none of that advantage. The Silver Star was simply a very, very sharp piece of metal.

It still did something. Though it wasn’t doing much to Brist’s overall health, it was still wreaking havoc on the inside of his shoulder joint, leaving damage his regeneration would have to heal. Brist seemed to know this, but it took him precious seconds to finally block enough of Tulland’s attacks to make room for him to move backwards, make some space, and yank the star out of his joint.

Tulland had been waiting for that. Juicing up one of his Acidbulbs with as much power as it would hold, Tulland launched it at the exact spot the star had been. The big man moved to dodge the bulb, but not before Tulland could send it a mental command to burst, spraying a six-inch-wide circle of the boxer’s body with acid, the wound included.

That was a little trick Necia had helped him figure out, one particular boring evening in this place. The acid didn’t do that much damage, especially when landing on thick hide or well-sealed armor. Where Tulland had used it best in the past was either as a quick distraction or exploding it inside the body of the thing he was attacking. Those worked, but the new function they had figured out was much, much better.

Acid, it turned out, was very good at cancelling regeneration. They weren’t sure how far that effect stretched, but most of the cuts Necia had opened up on her own hand hadn’t healed at all as long as the acid was on them. She figured it was probably because she was still technically taking damage. And however little damage the acid did, it did so across a large surface, spreading out as a liquid and sticking to almost anything it touched.

Tulland could only hope enough of it would get into Brist’s wound to keep his shoulder from coming fully back online. He didn’t have time to stop. Brist was more than content to jab a farmer to death with just his left arm, and even though his right shoulder wasn’t healed yet, the removal of the Silver Star meant he at least wasn’t fully hindered anymore.

Over the next few moments, Tulland let himself be pushed on the back foot as Brist pushed forward with jabs, eating a couple on the chin as he desperately dodged the rest. He waited until Brist pulled back for a big, hard hit before springing the next surprise on him.