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Emri remained winded on his back after taking the blow from the blue slime. It was an excuse to rest. The enemy had placed him on his back rather than his fatigue. That’s what the small goblin told himself, but still, the hunt seemed to for the most part have been a success. So he would take that short rest, only a few moments, before pressing his callaced green palms to the dirt below and pressing himself back up to a weak standing position.

His stomach was still sore. But they won this battle, and he looked over to Hoi just before the rotund goblin spoke.

[b]"Decisiveness strong. Discipline strong. Easy for Emri, too."[/b]

Ah, that was the kind of motivation a shy goblin needed. The reinforcement of effort with words of encouragement, that was the shit Emri lived for. Even if that was only three days. Despite the slow grasp of goblin language that the small goblin had, the familiarity of this feeling was enough to make his quarrels melt away for the moment. His thoughts quieted.

[b]“We eat.”[/b]

Emri watched as his brother popped the slimy green sphere right into his mouth without a fear in the world. Emri scuffled around for the blue sphere ejected from the remains of the slime he had worked so hard to slay. After a few taps around the dirt he would find the wet material, coated in mud, but still he popped it right into his mouth and crushed the bounty down with his sharp maulers. Chewing through its sickly sweet flavor with a mixture of gritty mud getting stuck between his teeth. But it was a meal, and a full stomach is what everything needed to survive.

He smiled brightly, beaming mismatched razor teeth. His eyes as well stared fiercely at his new hunting companion, nodding at the ready like a grunt prepared for orders from a trustworthy superior. But as the slime core finally broke down in the goblin’s stomach and the rush of energy filled his goblin veins, something stirred in Emri. His skin felt different, ever so slightly it felt tighter maybe m? Maybe that’s just what being a properly fed goblin felt like? It felt good, maybe there was something in that slime core but Emri was ready to hunt some more dangerous prey.

[hider=Absorb x1][i]Blue Slime Core - Absorbed Skill 1/3[/i]
[b]Blunt Force Resistance:[/b] As the name implies, the user takes less damage from blunt force attacks. (Passive) [E-Rank]
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[b]”We worked, we ate. Now, we work, we drink.“[/b]

Oh yes, water. Another necessity for organic life. All this time Emri had felt that in those three days he had been one of the weaker, brainier goblins, but truly he was mistaken. Hoi’s guidance really gave this entity of curiosity some direction, and the mention of their next goal immediately reignited the thoughts within Emri’s head.

[color=AF9A5A][b]”Fleshy plants, also good sign for water. But keep listening.”[/b][/color]

He offers just those words as he followed Hoi, having absolute trust that his very motivated brother would lead them to their next objective.
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