Time To Counterattack
'You are directly underneath the ore veins running up above,' the old man said in relief while Jim glanced around, totally ignoring the monster that was waiting there.
That monster seemed to enjoy the feeling of despair and helplessness coming from its prey. And Jim was deeply appreciating this bloody nature of it.
"Let's start a counterattack then," Jim's face changed and instead of the hopeless look he had before, a determination shone over his face.
'It's coming,' the old man warned.
"Let it come," Jim calmly said while walking raising his sword with one hand while putting the other on the wall behind. "I have a very deep enmity with that monster... It's personal and I will kill it right here."
Jim was already losing his control over his body. Even his hand holding the sword couldn't maintain the posture for a few seconds before his fingers twitched and the sword fell off his grip.