What Remained

Miguel swiftly caught the bamboo spike before one of the crocs could approach him, instead of climbing right away he pretended to faint and fall down.

The unintelligent creature did not really care as it leaped from the waters, ready to devour Miguel whole.

And that slow implicit moment where Miguel's body automatically reacted, Miguel tightly gripped the spike and pointed the sharp edge unto its roaring jaws—instantly piercing the croc's head with a sharp fluid thrust!

"Not enough!" Miguel screamed, his brows knitted closely as he focused his gaze towards the savage beasts.

Of course, the thrust did not manage to deliver a fatal blow, it only scraped the throat of the croc.

And according to this cold demon killmonger, the damage was still not enough as he prepared another blow, readying the bladed spear in his right arms.

Aimed at its head perfectly, like a fired bullet, the bladed spear dashed at the crocs head—dead!

Its an overkill!

Blood flowed like a waterfall, dripping and dying the rivers in blood.

Miguel clenched the spike and the bladed spear roughly, all while spinning his forearms.

The two trusted weapon was then removed mid-air before the croc fell towards the now dyed red river.

"There are four remaining crocs." Signalling Aen to toss him another bamboo spike.

"And Two of them are fastly approaching!" Aen bellowed, deeply worried as he pointed his fingers towards one of the two approaching crocs.

"I have to quickly get up and reach the land..." Miguel could feel himself faintly weakening.

Then, upon reaching the land Miguel noticed the two crocs speedily swimming.

Each of them was rapidly wriggling their tails, swaying it from left to right.

This enabled the crocs to swim faster.

"Should I Jump or should I time in a thrust if they leap?"

And with that thought, Miguel took another Bamboo spike which Aen had tossed at the ground.

Then he patiently waited for the crocs arrival.

At this point, Miguel had proven himself as the hunter that hunts predators and turns them into his prey.

Then almost instantly, two crocs appeared!

They lunged against Miguel in sync, not a bit later, or not a second faster but was perfect in sync.

The unprepared Miguel gnashed his teeth, his heart palpitated fast like a strike of warm hot coffee in the morning, his insides became nervous.

Which he then calmed through closing his eyes.

Breathing deeply, he focused his senses on the two weapons in his arms.

Then, to the two aggressive beasts.

And finally, as sudden as a wink, just a tiny bit little closer, the two crocs jaws almost reached Miguel's head.

But Miguel immediately squatted down and rolled himself towards the edge of the grassy mountain cliff.

Evading the Jaws of death.

He opened his arms wide and like ramming a cattle's head, Miguel swiftly pierced each of the croc's eyes in a perfectly timed manner.

As if he already predicted it with his eyes closed.

"Awesome! Too bright for my eyes!"

Aen who was looking at the scene Marvelled at Miguel's battle sense.

"Does he have a third eye to actually see that from that angle?"

Wondering if Miguel did have a third eye of some sort, Aen began scratching his head in deep contemplation.

The crocs then, issued an ear defeating screech, almost like a dragon's howl it frightened the birds who are calmly chirping above the trees.

A large plopping sound succeeded next, as the two behemoth beast splurge on the deep rivers beneath the mountain cliff.

Staring at the river below, Miguel sighed exhausted by that brief exchange.

But it was still not over...

The two crocs were just badly injured but not heavily damaged.

The two could still pose a threat and so Miguel with the weapon still intact at his hands, he leaped forward.

Before the fall, Miguel was gnashing his teeth due to the pain and ache he was receiving from all over his body, he even speculated that if he was not careful enough, he might miscalculate his aim, as he pointed the sharp edge of the spike towards the crocodile's head on the left of his sight.

With a loud shriek, the crocodile's head was pierced from the sharp edge of the spike and Miguel roughly twisted the rod before pulling it.

He killed another crocodile with one single move!

Stomping his arms and wiggling his feet, Miguel shifted his eyes at his right side.

There, another crocodile whose eyes were bleeding swam close.

And with a flick of a finger, he raised his arms, abandoning the other spike from the head of the croc in the process.

The bladed spear was raised instead.

But at this moment, a disaster would befall to our great cold demon warmonger whose now under the name Badong...

"...Wha—" Miguel felt a pang through his left lobe and his head suddenly ached.

This had caused his initial aim to dart sideways, missing a thrust against the croc.

Luckily the croc was also startled and backed away from Miguel.

"What was that?" Miguel questioned himself but instantly shrugged his shoulders.

Not minding what could've caused the sudden pain.

He even checked himself if he unknowingly got himself bitten.

But, to his surprise there was none.

Aside from his scraped skin and lightly wounded flesh, nothing seems to had damaged him severely.

As he was busy examining himself, the uncaring savage beast suddenly leaped forward which made his strides wavy and unbalanced.

He countered this by rapidly flapping his feet like throttle and immediately sprung himself sidewards as he tried to avoid the approaching croc.

The croc was fast!

As what you could expect to an apex predator, swimming in large strides. as it leaped forward.

Again, preparing himself for a strike. Miguel lifted the soaked wet bladed spear, its sharp edge was pointed below the jaws of the croc.

Aimed steady, right off the mark! With a huge splashing sounds from the river, Miguel without care if his eyes got spotted, suddenly thrusts the weapon at hand.

Then the croc wailed and screeched, but to no avail, his plea for his dear life came short with a rough pull after being pierced by Miguel's weapon.

The croc's eyes faintly dimmed as it died out.

Floating at the river, dead.

Miguel was again successful but felt anxious due to the unknown cause of pain which he suddenly felt a while ago.

"Psh. this is bad. What was that?" What Miguel hated the most was something he could not perceive.

It terrifies him.

He was already somewhere in a world unknown to him. Although he theorized that he was indeed transmigrated to the past, he still could not shake off the undescribable unfamiliarity yet familiarity he felt after waking up with his current body.

"Everything felt unreal and surreal."

As he recollected himself, again like always...

Miguel had decided to put everything at the back of his mind and think of it later.

He went climbing at the stack of damaged boats and made his way up at the side of the grassy mountain cliff.

Aen seeing him faintly losing his grip supported his climb.

"Are you alright?" Asked the worried Aen and raised his left arm to signal Malpi at the top of the hill.

A moment later, Malpi who seemed to have run down towards them, approached with a jug of water at his hands.

"Here." Malpi pointed the jug towards the exhausted Miguel.

And Miguel immediately grabbed it then gobble it in seconds.

Rapidly emptying the water jug.

Gasping for air "There's..."

Faintly mumbling... "Two left."

Followed by heavy breathing "But... it would be more difficult."

And proceeded with an Exhale... "I'll be needing help from the two of you."

While weakly opening his mouth and uttering almost incoherent words which he still managed to speak, Miguel Pointed his fingers towards the bottom of the tree from where a man is seen stuck at its branch.

What remained revealed itself.

Below, were two behemoth crocs larger than the rest.

As if the previous crocs whom he killed aren't big enough, the two surpassed the size and each of them emits a deadly aura, yet was relaxed and was calmly swimming beneath the tree.