8 Dragon slayer

Run, jump, slash, run, jump, slash, and repeat. Those were what his days had become after leaving the physician's care. A unending grind of training that would have left any normal man so exhausted and beat the chance of death wasn't insignificant. He wasn't normal though, at least not anymore.

After years of adventures and enhanced leveling from his gift he was a true beast of a man. At level 250 to call him powerful was an understatement at least in physical contests of arms. He was never inclined towards magic and its destructive tendencies instead being drawn towards the sword, shield, and lance.

Which is why when he had encountered that thing in the forest he was incredibly shocked at its sheer speed and power. Even old Frederick was unable to keep up with the thing for any real length of time despite being over level 300. Which is why he was training at the moment.

The humiliation of being trounced so easily by a creature that no one had ever even heard of before was so incredibly demeaning that his pride as a warrior could not let it go. Which is why he found himself fighting the things he was. From baby and adulescent dragons, Rot wolves, Night bears, and even ogre chieftians all of which could trounce ever one below level two-hundred with ease.

After days of this constant exertion he had gained eight levels and all of them went towards his dexterity and endurance stats. After the fights with that creature he had found its sheer speed a challenge that he couldn't over come at the time. Which was all the prompting he needed to go about fixing himself.

After his break though he knew he was simply leveling too slowly, he needed to fight like he had in his prime. When he had first arrived in this world and explored and fought with a fervor unseen since. So he lifted his sword and shield and turned towards the mountains of draclem and the breeding ground of dragons. If he survived then he would return more powerful than ever.

If he died though at least he would do so in a way befitting a warrior of his stature. Taking a final swig of his canteen he leveraged himself properly and jumped sending him flying miles in a single move. Again and again he did this crossing the rivers, forests, hills, and plains of this world so quickly it almost seemed to blend together at a certain point.

He knew that most likely this time of travel would be his last look upon the world before entering the mountains. Death was almost certain with the hundreds of adult dragons that occupied the area would come at him like a heat seeking missile the minute he entered the vicinity of the nests.

He never claimed to be of the sane persuasion though, and the sheer experience gain from killing even a single adult could get him 5 levels each. Though that would decrease quickly when he hit higher and higher levels. Taking his mind away from that he looked upon the approaching mountains in the distance, and with a single unerring jump landed on the highest one he could find.

As he did so he could hear the roars of angry adults quickly closing upon his location. Looking upon his gear that had taken him through thick and then he squeezed the perfectly fitted grip one last time. He saw the dragons break cloud cover and speed towards him.

With a leap he fell upon the dragon at the front of the pack like a bolt of lightning skewering it like a steak with a stab through the eye. The dragon raged uderneath him as it cried out in pain sending bolts of blue flame in every direction. Even being near said flames caused his to sweat as its heat was almost like that of plasma it was so hot.

Wrenching his sword free he quickly stabbed it once more into the dragons weak spot in the form of its eyes. Causing said dragon to roar so loudly and with such pain the ones nearby that were trying to help there comrade by biting him in drive by's seemed to visibly recoil.

Taking advantage of the situation he pushed the sword ever deeper until with his arms completely covered in dragon blood as he wrenched his sword deeper and deeper finally hit the brain of the great beast. The sound of the dragons final roar came out like a whimper as it fell to the ground life less. He wouldn't be going down with it though as he jumped off the dragon and back to his spot on the mountain as the other adults looked upon his with hate and fear.

Quickly looking upon his stats card he saw that yes he did indeed gain five levels for the kill causing a cruel smile to glide onto his face. The time of rest ended quicky though as the dragons sent combined flames of heat towards him which he quickly jumped over to evade. Of course the beasts had already thought he would do so and right as he reached the apex of his jump a dragon slammed into his from behind claws first.

The searing pain of being slashed from behind hit him like a roller coaster as he fell to the ground. As he was flailing though another dragon tried snapping at him with it jaws. He took advantage of said attack by stabbing his sword through the roof of the beasts mouth latching himself onto it while at the same time it roared and howled in pain and fury.

Before it could roast him though he had spun himself around with his grip on the blade landing on the dragons gigantic snout to look it in the eyes. Pulling his sword free he dashed forward to try and repeat his earlier success only for this one to tilt itself completely over in a attempt to throw him off. He was quick enough to grab into one of its forward facing horns though to keep himself attached.

Using this handhold as a spring he pulled his entire body up onto its upside neck and started stabbing as hard as he could with one arm into the things diamond hard scales. First only a nick as he couldn't use both arms and he was just barely holding on, but he took advantage of said nick in its defenses to stab down once more cracking the scale off completely with the strike.

After that he stabbed over and over into the beats neck causing blood to flow from the ever expanding wound. All the while the dragon bucked, snapped, clawed, and breathed smouldering fire in his direction. Thankfully his location made all of those attempts mute and easy enough to dodge.

His luck pulled through a final time when his stab seemingly broke through some particularly hard muscle ass the way into the base of the spine. This caused the entire dragon to lock up and go still. The eyes though he frantic and panicked as it continued to move and struggle with its head.

Of course without the dragon using its wings and magic to keep them flying in the air the ground was once more quickly approaching. With one last stab into the dragons eye he threw himself into a smaller mountain than before and watched as the other dragons raced towards him now that the threat of wounding one of their own was no longer a problem.

With a single breath he once more took up his sword, and with a smile on his face charged the incoming draconic hoard. The sounds of his laughter and excitement being heard all the while as his blood thirsty instincts long unused to there fullest potential kicked in once more.