Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Chapter 111 Next Assault

"Alright guys, let's get this monster," Jett declared as he took a bold step forward, eyes locked on the towering figure of Medusa. His confidence radiated through the room, unfazed by the dark aura she emitted.

Rey stepped up beside him and summoned Master Dragon. The massive creature materialized in a flash of light, its mighty wings stretching wide as it stood protectively next to Rey, the air around it crackling with power.

Aiden spoke up from the corner. "That's Medusa. Watch out for her petrification attack: one wrong move and you're done for."

"Be careful," Asher warned from the sidelines, his voice weak but urgent. "She took out Wraith Bat and Elora's Death Wolf in a single attack."

Cedric glanced at Asher, his brow furrowing in concern. "Huh? For real?"

"Yeah, she's no joke," Asher confirmed, wincing from his wounds.

"Well, that's not good," Rey sighed, glancing at his Master Dragon. Now, unsure if he wanted the creature involved, he hesitated for a moment. The stakes were higher than he initially thought.

Jett, however, took one look at her and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Mid."

Elora's eyes widened, a flash of anger crossing her face. "What did you just say?"

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"Mediocre at best," Jett replied, unfazed by her irritation. "That's not the real Medusa. Probably some kind of cheap knockoff from whoever started this whole mess." He casually unsheathed his sword, its edge gleaming in the torchlight.

Elora, still slightly miffed, opened her mouth to argue, but she noticed something in Jett's demeanor: he wasn't just being cocky, it seemed like he had a plan.

Medusa, on the other hand, stood her ground with a twisted smile on her face. She didn't even flinch, her glowing eyes scanning them with the confidence of someone who thought their efforts were futile. She was waiting, toying with them as though victory was already hers.

[Area Heal]

Jett raised his hand, casting a healing spell that washed over the group, rejuvenating the others just enough to keep them in fighting shape.

"Alright then, you got a plan?" Rey asked, sensing there was more to Jett's calm attitude than just bravado.

Jett nodded. "Yes, I do. But honestly, you don't really have to do much. I just need Master Dragon over there."

Rey looked confused. "And what exactly are you thinking?"

Jett's smirk grew wider. "On my signal, I want your dragon to hit me with Holy Flame."

Rey blinked, completely taken aback. "You want me to what!? You do realize that's dangerous, right?"

Jett's eyes gleamed with determination. "Trust me. That's the point."

Medusa watched them from across the room, her patience seemingly endless. But the flicker of interest in her glowing eyes told them she didn't expect anything significant from this group.

Jett immediately took off, moving with blinding speed across the freshly-constructed trails. He darted up and down the platforms, running, jumping, and flipping through the air, using the trails Cedric had created to keep Medusa guessing where the next attack would come from.

Medusa's snake-like eyes narrowed as she struggled to keep track of Jett's movements. Her large form twisted and turned, her massive body slithering across the battlefield as she tried to follow him, but her strikes kept coming up short.

Jett's attacks were relentless, swinging his sword imbued with holy flame from one angle, then disappearing, only to reappear at her side a moment later for another strike. The heat of his sword sizzled in the air each time he swung it.

Medusa, now on the defensive, could do little but retreat, her petrifying gaze proving ineffective against the constant barrage of attacks from unexpected angles. Stone pillars cracked and crumbled as Jett used Cedric's trails to leap high, slicing downward, only to vanish and reappear behind her for another blow.

"Doesn't he have a skill that grants him mobility like that already?" Freya asked, watching the display of acrobatics and swordplay in awe.

REy nodded, still catching his breath from the earlier fight. "Yeah, but his MP was already depleted before we got here. Plus, he used the last bit to heal you guys."

Freya's eyes widened in understanding. "So he's fighting without his mobility skills? Like that's his genuine speed?"

"Exactly, I wouldn't have believed it either" Asher replied, admiring the teamwork between Jett and Cedric. "That's why Cedric created those trails: so Jett can keep his momentum without wasting any energy."

Jett's sword lashed out again, cutting through the air toward Medusa's side. But this time, she was ready. With a swift flick of her tail, she lashed out toward him, the massive appendage slicing through the battlefield with blinding speed. Jett leaped into the air to avoid it, but Medusa's tail was faster than he anticipated.

It whipped around and coiled tightly around his midsection, lifting him off the ground.

He let out a grunt of pain as the tail constricted around him, its crushing force threatening to snap his ribs. His sword, still glowing with holy fire, remained firmly in his grip, but he was now trapped in her powerful hold.

"Well this was unexpected." Jett cursed, struggling to break free, but Medusa's grip tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs.

"Jett!" Rey called out, his eyes narrowing as he saw his friend caught.

Medusa's slitted eyes gleamed with malice as she hissed, satisfied at having finally trapped her prey.

Just then, a notification flashed in Jett's peripheral vision, showing his MP slowly regenerating had reached a certain point. He grinned, even though Medusa's tail was squeezing the air out of him.

"Hah... Hell yeah, you're mine now," Jett smirked, his voice strained but confident.

He muttered under his breath,

[Spellblade Dance]

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It's about to go down.