I'm a Stingray?

Within a moment, Timothy managed to once more swim right underneath the enemy's belly.

Since this specific portion of the body can be as important as the brain itself; it should mean that the damage delivered here, should be worthwhile.

However. Even though a highly advanced strategist, Timothy could not think forward too far thanks to the other lacking branches of intelligence.

Meaning he had swam here, just so he would have an easier target to hit; for the sake of training these new powers. He was being strategic in a way, but the root intent was not to hit a weak spot.

And now was the best time to put in a few swings. So once he got close enough, the next step would be to activate this power with the aid of a thought.

Likewise, that was why his little noggin urged that thought. "Grey-tail!"

After such a demand was put pressure on, the only option was for this unique tail to generate.

In fact, he wasn't quite sure what this tail was made of, since it appeared as if out of the thick waters ~ but now was not the time to be curious.

Making this transparent tail materialise, was something that took no effort, he could do it upon will.

One would think that generating the weaponry was a complicated process, especially since it stretched a meter long. But in actuality, the complicated process was landing an attack that was worthwhile!

He didn't know how to properly do that, but that was what training stood for, he will learn.

So after the tail stretched itself out a little bit, and whistled against the water a few times with the aid of a few swift movements, the hero felt ready to try this again.

So the marvelous weaponry, flicked upwards and managed to directly make contact with the enemy's skin.

This marvelously large bastard, was still retaliating from the last few attacks; so it was fair to say that no fight had been put up to avoid this attack.

Water was forced to whistle, flesh had no option but to rip, as the impact once more reverberated as if it was an exaggerated slap!

The hero managed to inflict another slice, and was a bit more curious about the results right now, because this move felt a bit more successful.

So after swimming a few feet away, he turned around to face the enemy and swiftly peeked at the wound. Quite a bit of confidence had bashed through his consciousness, and he was eager to fully acknowledge the damage.

But as he peeked at the training shot, there were a couple of details that were impossible to miss!

First things first, the cut that had been inflicted just now, was just a bit longer in length. It was perhaps just over a foot long, which itself felt more plentiful in comparison to whatever he delivered the first time.

But, there was a noticeable issue that came along with this so called successful slice. Blood was refusing to puke out!

Well a few drops of it were making themselves apparent, but it wasn't really anything worth bragging about.

It made this attack feel quite like a fail, because this shark could not have ran out of blood. That should not be possible, especially after considering that they had only been conversing in battle, only for a few minutes.

The system acknowledged this baffling train of thoughts, so she decided to add a few of her words in the topic.

[The enemy isn't bleeding, because the cut you have made was not deep enough]

[Keep training, you'll get there]

"Oh," The hero followed along, trying his best to process that failed attacks were indeed possible.

While he was putting time towards such effort, it was an inevitable fact that attention was not paid towards other problems. Likewise, it made sense regarding how he did not manage to notice another shark, rushing towards this partially secluded battle scene!

Most of these sharks had put in their precious time to handle Osira, that was why Timothy had a few moments of freedom, to deal whatever damage he pleased.

But now, one of these blasted sharks were approaching, and it had quite a bit of motive to rip the sea-pancake into shreds!

Its jaws had been opened wide, and the enemy itself was resisting the urge to clap them together; this blasted great-white, was strategically waiting for the best time to try and inflict a bite.

Which necessarily, has made this situation a bit more dangerous than it already was. Fighting a shark was one thing, but dealing with one that was self-aware was a whole new page!

But... in the last second, Timmy managed to sense this rushing bastard.

And the first thought became to simply try and get out of the way. Because facing a charging one-ton animal, was quite a dumb decision.

Because once they reached the point of collision, one would be able to crush the other. It isn't difficult to understand just who would the odds favour.

That was why Tim was putting his strength into use, to slap against the water's will itself.

His fins were putting in desperate efforts to move out of the way. Swimming directly up seemed like the best solution, since it wouldn't require more than one movement.

Within a moment, the hero managed to do exactly so, but the pace still felt a bit slow and the shark had approached closer than ever; being just a meter away.

So the sea-pancake put in just another effort to thrust upwards, both of his fins were urged to put in the most effort possible. He could even feel his muscles twitching throughout that same attempt!

And just as he floated a couple of feet higher, the shark passed underneath the hero like a runaway bus!

The momentum that such a blasted enemy brought along, managed to drag the sea-disk behind a little bit.

Any bit of effort to maintain balance, was swiftly losing its foundations thanks to all the friction this fast beast caused against the waters.

And before the stingray thought that things could not get worse, balance-wise... the shark's dorsal fin slapped right across his face!