Chapter 2785 Ambush

“Duck!”

I shouted and shouted down with Rachel seeing the huge stone coming at us like a cannonball.

BANG!

The stone ball missed our heads by inches and crashed a meter behind us, sending out stinging hot sand at us. “I will go at it,” I said to Rachel and moved toward the Bearman; running is not an option, especially now that it is throwing the stone b.a.l.l.s.

The stone b.a.l.l.s were not really a surprise; the Grimms we faced were too dumb to find the ingenious way to use their size and strength.

Many humans have suffered due to them, crushed to death; it is one of the most talked about subjects in the human camps, and there is no way to avoid it other than killing the Grimm, and that is what I am going to do.

SUP!

Seeing me coming toward it, a cruel smile appeared on its face, and it picked up another stone from the hidden place I could not and threw it at me.

The aim of the b.a.s.t.a.r.d is perfect, and it used some skills, but like it, I also see everything clearly and know where to move to dodge the attack, and I began to do that the moment it released the stone and Rachel used that same moment to launch the arrow.

I could see the alarm flas.h.i.+ng in its eyes, seeing the arrow; the b.a.s.t.a.r.d is an idiot. It did not focus on Rachel, who is most important here.

The archers are the only humans who could fight against the Grimm here; they have range and speed. If they are good with excellent judgment and enough arrows, they could create a terror in Grimms, especially when they have someone like me to distract them, Grimm.

The small arrow moved at the lighting speed, many times faster than the stone coming at me, and soon, it had reached the Grimm, and without any choice, the Grimm moved its hand up in defense.

Puch!

The arrow pierced into the hand of the Grimm, and it flinched as it pierced its hand but soon controlled itself.

It might seem like the Grimm had not suffered anything, nothing more than a bite of the ant, but no, it had hit where she wanted. The eyes were never a target; it was always a hand and that particular spot where it hit. The Bearman did not seem to understand it, but it will soon.

BANG!

The stone ball crashed, and I avoided it, this time by more than a meter. This time, I was prepared, and the shoes helped a lot.

“Little human, you are good, but you will still be crushed by me,” shouted the Bark Skin Bearman and lifted another stone from the pile that now I could see and was about to throw at Rachel this time when it had paused.

‘It seemed like it had finally understood where that little arrow had hit and now stuck,’ I thought with a smile.

That arrow of Rachel had hit the movement nerve on the Grimm’s right hand, and it was not much of a problem, but the thing is arrow is now stuck in this place, like a clog in a fine mechanism.

Now, it cannot control its hand properly, and ask anyone who practices a throw how important the control is.

“b.i.t.c.h, I will kill you!” It cursed at Rachel and thew the stone; immediately, its eyes blazed in a bad mood, as even it understood its throw had gone off the mark, much less Rachel, who did not move even an inch from her spot seeing the stone coming.

I continued moving the Grimm, and it noticed that as it picked up another finely carved stone and threw it at me, its aim was a little better this time.

BANG BANG BANG

I avoided the stone, but it threw another and then another after that, and dodging them became quite difficult as the distance between us reduced.

Thankfully, with it having used six on us, only two stones have remained in its pile, which it does not seem to have any intention to keep, as it lifted it up.

SUP!

It did not immediately attack me with the stone; it let me enter the two-hundred-meter range before throwing the stone at me with perfect accuracy.

Seeing that, my expression became serious, and I leaped left with a speed that even left the Bearman surprised.

“Its the shoes, isn’t it? You were able to dodge my attacks because of the d.a.m.ned shoes,” it said as it looked at my shoes greedily. Yes, the shoes helped, but it would be wrong to a.s.sume it all because of the shoes; I did not use that much of the power of the shoes, not even half.

“So, are you going no use that last stone?” I asked; I did not get any closer. This is the distance; I have the confidence to dodge its stone attack. Getting close any further is going to be very dangerous, and I rather not do it.

“Nah, the stones are useless; I am going to use this beauty to crush you two,” It said and picked a huge greatsword and ran toward us.

It is not running toward me but Rachel; it is a very wise move; with her out, it will be able to focus on me without any problem, but it will not be easy; I will not let it happen.

As it ran toward Rachel, I ran toward it; with its huge steps, it only needed a second to cross the distance between us before I appeared in front of it.

“Die!”

It seemed to be happy about the fact, thinking I had come to bring myself in the platter to it as it did not waste any time and brought down its sword hard, with the speed that not many Grimms would be able to project.

The attack crossed the huge distance in an instant till there were only two meters between us when I jumped left.

Bang!

The sword clashed on the sand, and two things happened instantly; the first one was that I leaped at its leg, and the second one was that it found an arrow right in front of its eyes.

It was so busy thinking it had me that it had nearly forgotten about Rachel, who was its main target. She used that second to attack with perfect timing, and now the Grimm is in an extreme dilemma, whether to stop me or the arrows.

The thing is, it could not stop us both even if it wanted to; the arrow was nearly in front of its eyes, and its hands were down. They will not be able to reach it before the arrow hits the eyes; it is the same for me. I am leaping toward its leg with the full power of shoes, which is slightly greater than the speed its hands could move.

So, at max, all it could do was move its leg, and with the time it had, it will not even lift it high enough to crush me.

Slas.h.!.+

It moved its leg, wanting to use my momentum to throw me back, but just as its leg was about to crash against me, I spun in the air while the long sword cut through its defensive bark-covered leg effortlessly as the hot knife cut through the b.u.t.ter, leaving behind a shower of blood.