One notable feature of the Concierge besides their Dorito shaped body freckled with bits of orange light was their incredible strength.
Something I found out the hard way when I foolishly tried blocking their telegraphed large swing from above.
Despite the simplistic movements that of theirs that could be summed up gracefully into an up then down motion of the hand, much like bringing down a hammer, the Concierge nailed down a protruding nail.
Its just that in this case it felt like a war hammer had hit the Nail called me
Drinking the potion to heal my near broken spine, I heard the sounds of bones cracking as they attempted to realign the bones through some unknown means.
It definitely was unnatural means, but hey, I wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth and get my face chewed off.
Bringing myself up from the bridge face that had bits of stone crumble down into the waters below, my spine realigned itself as I cracked my neck.
'Close combat with physical means are definitely off the table.'
Of course it wasn't impossible to perform close combat, but personally I would like to not throw hands with an inverted triangle with arms as thick as my waist.
Especially if said inverted dorito could turn me into a continuation of clown's balloon animals.
Clown Special, Human Balloon animal from yours truly the concierge
That said, it wasn't as if I was out of options.
I still have the tool that allowed humanity to conquer the earth.
Long range.
Even if a tiger could rip you apart with one swipe of its claw, does it really matter when they can't even reach us?
'I also wanted to polish my bow skills.'
Bringing out the Marksman's bow and the multiple nocks bow, I made sure to keep the Infantry's bow in my back pocket while making sure my inventory was in clear view.
Since my enemies definitely wouldn't be relegated to just those on the ground, it made sense to polish up skills in archery.
'And to begin with, I'm not even that good at it.'
Recalling the past few days that involved my poor skill in the bow that rarely achieved headshots on the zombies and the rare shots that could hit the rapidly flying red beans, it's a miracle I hadn't abandoned the bow.
But much like every tool created by the hands of mankind, they would eventually find a use for them someday.
Today was the day for my bows.
Thankfully, despite his size and strength, he wasn't that fast, allowing me the breathing time to prepare all of this.
Reaching for the Marksmans bow that applied a [critical hit] at longer range, it seemed fitting that I use it since I would mostly be relegated to long range here.
'This guy really is slow though.'
Not that I was complaining.
Calming my heart that had jumped up due to the adrenaline flowing from my brain to aid the shock of my semi shattered spine, I took in several deep breaths while staring at the Concierge that was right in front of me.
'Oh.'
Instantly reacting to the sudden appearance of the Concierge that was initially several meters away from my current position, it made no sense since from what I've seen for the Concierge to suddenly appear besides me so swiftly.
But would the Concierge allow me to puzzle out my confusion?
Well the answer would have to be a harsh no.
Reality was cruel like that.
Raising my bow horizontal to my body, the same up down motion of a woodsman chopping down with their axe replicated itself in front of me with chilling accuracy.
Because the target of said axe was my skull.
Marksman's bow briefly resisting the gigantic arm, although it was durable enough to take the place of a staff, there's a reason staves were used instead of bows.
Breaking down the middle, the taut string instantly snapped backwards, lashing against my arms protected by bandages
Taking the time given by my destroyed bow, my waist twisted around to give my head reprieve, sacrificing my shoulder in its stead
*Sizzle!
'God!'
Instantly hearing the distinct sound of heated metal against flesh to form what's known as a cooked meal, my senses instantly blared the fact that my left shoulder was nearly detached from my body.
But if this was enough to have me killed, I would have perished in this world long ago.
Still holding the two broken halves of bow, I moved my still functioning right arm and stabbed its broken end into the flesh of the Concierge, digging it deep into its undead flesh
Arm rippling in pain, the dorito man shuddered in surprise.
Perhaps it was surprised that I was still alive and kicking or maybe it was surprised that I was able to hurt it.
Honestly speaking I didn't care.
Well to put it more accurately I couldn't care.
Feeling the firm resistance corresponding to the body going into rigor mortis, the undead called the Concierge roughly tried to move their hand downwards to cut straight through my bones.
But I wasn't just going to let it happen.
Taking the time it was surprised when I fought back, my arm dipped downwards, escaping the blazing hand blade.
Arms moving in a sweeping motion, I slipped straight underneath the Concierge's grasp, moving behind it instantly while ripping out the cork of the potion bottle with my teeth.
Pouring the orange fluid onto my body, pain instantly turned my vision white before allowing my vision to restore in that same second.
Eyes flickering as they attempted to restore the information it briefly was unable to process, my ears sent news of my balance allowing me to avery my doom by falling off the bridge.
Core balancing my body so i didn't fall to the ground where I was easy pickings for both the sharks and the concierge, I whipped out my bow as a pillar of flame aimed to knock me over the bridge.
Bursting out of the ground, a line of fire was drawn straight from the hands of the concierge, forming a small shockwave that pushed me backwards.
Thankfully, by now I had made my way far from the edge of the bridge so it was nothing more than a small shockwave.
Stabilising myself, my body which had regenerated to the point I could use both hands grabbed both the tonic and the grenade.
Stabbing the tonic into my still recovering left shoulder, my left shoulder on the other hand worked in tandem with my mouth to pull the pin.
Dropping the grenade from my left hand, in one swift continuous movement, I connected the grenade to my heel, sending it straight towards the Concierge still in the process of recovering.
Pulling up their arms from the ground, the concierge's orange eyes flickered with an unknown emotion when it noticed the grenade glowing right in front of its eyes.
Exploding into a rain of shrapnel that dug deep into its flesh, many more of said shards bounced harmlessly against the thicker portions of its flesh alongside portions of its armor.
But just because most of them were reflected didn't mean damage hadn't been done.
Black coagulated blood leaked from the numerous wounds on the undeads body, the orange tinted blood dripping onto the surface of the bridge.
Turning its gaze towards me, I met said gaze with the sharpened tip of my arrow.
Actually that's a lie.
I met it's gaze with several Dozens of arrows.
Arcing straight into its body, the heads of the arrows drilled deeply into the Concierge which attempted to block or at least minimize the amount of arrows heading straight into its face.
Orange eyes glimmering, the Boss monster who went by the name Concierge let out a ghastly roar reminiscent of the Captain in the Ramparts.
At this point, there was nothing to difficult.
Although the Concierge was much stronger than the average Elite and by the looks of it should be much more durable than most of its more fragile counterparts, it was just that.
It was to the point that I doubted whether or not Cherry was exaggerating the danger of a boss monster since all I've seen so far was that it was just a much stronger elite.
Probably in the highest tier of Elites sure, but it still was in the range of an elite mob.
But now I found out the hard way that when a separate classification had to be made specifically for Boss monsters, there was a separate classification for a reason.
A visible shockwave vibrated through the air, colliding against the shot arrows, destabilizing their path as they wiggled visibly in the air in an attempt to overcome the sudden obstacle in their path.
At this point it was still in the realm of my understanding.
The shield that appeared suddenly after that blocked the numerous arrows as easily as if they were toothpicks was what was beyond my understanding.
Bouncing off the pure white shield that suddenly appeared around the concierge in an egg shape, the arrows collided against the hard shell and clattered against the black stone floor.
Staring in disbelief, my eyes, although confused at what they were seeing nevertheless didn't control my body that instinctively continued to fire arrows at the roaring concierge
"ROOOOAAARRR"
"BLOODY FUCK!"
Letting a curse fly out of my mouth in surprise, the Concierge let out one roar before its legs tensed against the ground.
Forming a small crater underneath the soles of its feet, the Concierge instantly darted through the air towards my static body.
Raising its arm, the flames embedded into its arm blades glowed brightly as they brought them upwards in a move that many fans could recall is a 'hulk' smash.
Bringing both arms down like hammers onto my head, my eyes dilated as I tried kicking at both the air and the ground in quick succession so that I could escape the impact zone swiftly.
But were things ever that easy?
Well the Concierge could answer that question of mine with a resounding no.
Continuing its motions as if it didn't matter whether I was in the presence of its swing or not, the Concierge brought both hands down and slammed them deep into the surface of the Black bridge.
A crater formed on its surface as the flames embedded into the arm blade sunk into the ground.
Eyes wide, my instincts screamed at the back of my head as glowing lines of orange escaped the cracks formed with the crater.
Blasting mana roughly out of the soles of my feet, my boot was torn apart, but I couldn't care less as a dazzling orange light filled my eyes.
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