Cid - Death by Impalement

I parry his advances before kicking him lightly in the shin—snapping my leg forward quickly as though on reflex.

“Gwah, ah! Why…?” the Boss whimpers, curling into a fetal position and clutching his leg.

Blood drips from his shin and pools on the ground.

It’s a cheap trick, you know. I have a blade as sharp as an ice pick sticking out from my toes.

The second handy-dandy feature of the slime sword is that I can wield my blade from wherever and whenever I want. I thought this tactic showed the most potential. All I have to do is get in front of the enemy and slash him with the sword in my shoe, since lower-body attacks are hard to block. I parry hits, lock blades, and give my opponent a kick. It’s nothing flashy, but it gets the job done.

“I guess we’re through.”

“W-wait…!”

“You didn’t even last two minutes,” I note before kicking the Boss in the chin with the blade on my foot.

Death by impalement.

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Volume 1, Prologue