Minecrafting in the world of Terraria as the Beheaded (Rewrite)

As I fought, several concepts that I didn't know of before suddenly revealed themselves to me.

Barging into my mind as if I owed them money, memories that weren't mine suddenly appeared.

And with it I realized several things.

How to fight, how to receive, how to dodge, how to block, how to parry, many concepts surrounding a single one appeared.

The concept of duel wielding always followed one rule, blocking the enemy with one hand and attacking with the other

Using one hand to receive the blow and lock the enemies weapon into place, the other hand was meant to attack the gap exposed by their brief pause.

This could only occur with weapons with a negligible weight however.

Dual wielding longswords no matter how cool was just a flashy way to get yourself killed as unless you were codominant, your non dominant hand would just get in the way of your attacks.

In addition, since the longsword was a two handed weapon meant for two hands, unless you could easily control a metal slab weighing 3 kilo's without injuring yourself with one hand, it was a fool's choice to dual wield two such items when one was already a pain for the one hand.

So with these two weapons that could classify themselves as shortswords in my hand, the one sided rusty blade and the two sided copper sword received and returned the attack heading my way with a flurry.

The thing was, how do you fight against a similarly dual wielding enemy?

Receiving a straight thrust with the copper sword, I returned with the rusty blade only to stop against the bodyguard named the left gauntlet.

Bringing back my hands, I swung my sword once more to block the zombie trying to make sashimi of me.

Twisting away, I soon returned with a vengeance as the zombie lunged towards me with malevolent intent.

Feeling the response from the blade facing hard resistance, both of my hands held the blades together and slammed them down onto the zombie in front of me which responded by slapping them outwards.

Both hands flying in different directions, the red armored zombie growled darkly before punching at me, their glowing orange blades aiming to carve out a brand new breathing hole in my body.

And although I appreciated the sentiment, I insisted that the zombie should lose the weight on their neck by arcing my blades like the blades on a scissor, slamming them together.

Two jabs and two swings.

Colliding against each other after forcefully changing the directions that they were flying at, sparks flew into the air as the ding of metal against metal occurred.

Pressing down instead of letting up and performing another attack, both me and this undead being put all of our weights behind the attack.

Eyes staring at the enemy in a contest of who would fall first, in the end, it was the weapons that couldn't hold up to the fight.

'Shit.'

Cursing, I watched as the very heat conductive copper sword failed to withstand the test of fire and warped, slowly but surely, the edge of the red guy's blade heading towards me.

Slowly making its way through the sword towards my hands, I instantly made up my decision as another choice arose in my mind.

Drop it.

Hands letting go of the copper sword, almost instantly, the force of the enemies left hand which had lost the force stopping it swiftly stabbed forwards.

However.

Even if I dropped my weapon, I wasn't helpless.

Inventory blinking into existence around my left hand, my feet dug into the earth as I heard my copper blade collide against the dirt, shattering into several hundreds of little pieces.

'I'll avenge you little buddy.'

Sending a little prayer to the copper sword which had accompanied me all of my life here, I pulled out the wooden shield and screamed at the bewildered enemy in front of me.

"You'll pay for this!"

Shield receiving the glowing hot steel blade surprisingly well for something made of wood, my trusty rusty blade stabbed at the enemies chest.

"!"

Not expecting for the blade to actually find purpose, the next thing I knew was that the zombie in front of me had a devilish grin adorning their dead face, a strange light glowing in their eyes as they raised their free hand.

"...Bloody Hell."

Trying to block it, I forgot that the blade hand stuck into the shield had the dual purpose of locking my weapon in place.

And with it came second blood.

"Ack!" Fresh red Blood spilled for the first time out of my body, I immediately retreated.

Abandoning my shield to the clutches of my undead foe, they seemed keen to not give me a chance to recover as I held my hand missing a good chunk of its flesh to the cauterizing blade.

Biting my lip until it drew third blood, I recalled the icon I had received mere moments before encountering this damned guy.

'Well here goes nothing.' Murmuring to myself I hurriedly dodged backwards as my enemy relentlessly tried to attack me despite the shield and rusty sword hindering its movements.

And it seemed even this guy felt its hindering properties as it paused the attack to briefly get rid of the shield stuck to the blade and the rusty blade stuck into its shoulder.

Big mistake.

"GraaAGHG!?!"

A fountain of blood spilling out of my enemy as it got rid of the rusty sword stuck into its body, I suddenly had an appreciation of Guillian.

Taking the time when this non living being was surprised by the fountain of dark dead blood suddenly gushing out of its body, it seemed even an undead being needed blood to function.

'...Now that just sounds wrong.'

Hurriedly popping the cork of the bottle that had suddenly appeared into my palm in the same manner as all the other items when I took them out of my inventory, I immediately chugged the orange fluid.

'...It's sweet.'

With a fluidity like water, it tasted distinctly like orange slices dipped in honey.

It felt even better when I noticed that all of the pain in my hand had went away as the orange fluid removed the char grilled flesh in my body and replaced it with actually functioning muscles as if it never existed in the first place.

'Good Death I wish that I had this when I was with Fun.'

Smacking my lips at the surprisingly refreshing taste, I instantly recalled where I was when an orange blade tip suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Immediately loosening the muscles in my knees I fell horizontal to the ground only to be stopped by a forceful tightening of my core and leg muscles.

Reenacting that one scene from a movie so old that I forgot it's name, my hands flailed around as I tried to dodge the blade in the same manner as that character dodged the bullets.

Hand instinctively diving into my inventory I pulled out one of the two items that I had skipped over using my instinct as a gamer.

But in this absurd reality where the line between fact and fiction blurred, the fact that an axe could split wood didn't change at all.

It was just that this time, the axe could also split heads.

Scratching their skin as blood continued to leak out of their body, the axe head dug out a portion of their muscles, a sudden gush of blood erupting from the site of the wound.

Continuing my fall, I instinctively tucked my body in as I kicked against the ground.

Back colliding against the dusty and dirty ground, I instantly got back up onto my feet.

'God I felt cool.'

Placing my hands against the ground like a superhero from comics, I looked at the axe in my hand before throwing it into my inventory and retrieving the final weapon that I had picked up when leaving the room I had come from.

'A bow huh?'

Plucking its strings, I didn't forget to constantly move backwards as this dual wielding zombie constantly ran after me, blood gushing out of their wounds.

Pulling out an arrow from the ether, my hands seemed to know where to go as my eyes locked onto the moving armored zombie, the wounds I had carved through its armor gushing an even more crimson hue.

Thanking the lord of all things dead that the bows from Dead Cells didn't require arrows like the other games as they automatically refilled themselves given enough time, I performed what could be called a pro gamer move and shot the enemy from where they stood.

Well ran but you get the point.

I may like the thrill due to finding everything dull after experiencing that hell of a soul meld, but that didn't mean I wanted to experience death a mere day after experiencing it once.

And who knows? I may not even have the ability to respawn like many of the other video game characters.

So in a fit of facing reality where the only life you had was your own, it just stood to reason that I would use a bow to shoot down the enemy from where they stood.

In addition, I literally had no other weapons.

Seriously thinking about where I could find some more durable armaments, I prepared to loose my second arrow in this reality where the survivor was the victor.

'...I just didn't think that the loser would be so friggin fragile.'

Barely in the process of pulling the strings back to fire my second shot, as if to say that they were actually dead, the bloody fountains gushed out black blood one more time before falling silent.

'...Should I desecrate his corpse?'

Pondering over this moral dilemma, I instantly came to the conclusion.

'Dead people have no rights! In addition, he tried to kill me first! This is just self defence!'

Firing the arrow into the undead's dead body without a third thought, I performed some more self defence before finally confirming that the enemy in front of me had no other tricks up their metaphorical sleeves.

'...I don't think I can salvage his armor though.'

Noting that it was covered in several holes thus causing it to be useless, I couldn't help but note that it was also painfully fragile.

Touching it, the once vibrant and protective looking red armor turned out to be nothing more than a paper tiger as it crumbled near instantly.

I doubt that it would even be functional armor.

'On that note, where are this guys drops?'

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Tree that forgot to upload but has it ready

Will upload another later