I'm a Stingray?

As Timmy took his ever loving time to understand those statistics, the corner of his eye captured the humanoid's brief movements.

Although the enemy moved slowly, progress was still there as it had swam about 15 meters away from the stingray, far no doubt.

After further analysis, with just a couple of seconds lended, he figured out that the enemy was tad scared. The prime factor that raised such thought, was the slow movements.

It signified that the fleshy one who desperately wanted to be a marine animal, paid exaggerated attention to surroundings. Which either calculated to fear or a prime urge to kill the fish who roughed up the first humanoid enemy a bit earlier.

Spotting the enemy's complete inability to find him (Tim), the boy became twice as confident which now can be considered risky.

An idea planted in his mind and blossomed like a mint plant in the first tip of summer thanks to one question. "System, how many points would I get if that human dies under my buff strong fin."

[First of all, your body strength is at level 1.]

[Second, killing a human doesn't give any system points. You can try when you actually meet the criteria but right now it's best to avoid doing so.]

"Why wouldn't I get points? Do you see how large that human is? Basically like 10 Harolds!" He felt fairly enraged but thankfully didn't yell it out loud.

[Ocean survival system focuses on marine animals, whom only way of living is dependent on the ocean or at least half depended by it.]

[Likewise, killing land animals doesn't give you points either.]

[Unlike 14 hundred years ago, humans being underwater has mostly become for sport or enjoyment, so system has erased the reward for killing a human.]

At this point, the boy wanted to find reasons to encourage pre meditated murder against this enemy, so he argued. "Kinda stingy to be honest, it's really hard to kill a human so there should be a big reward for it. 500 points at least."

[Sorry, the recommendation is rejected.]

At this point feeling discrimination but not smart enough to understand the emotion or put it into word, he instead raged. "Why? You accepted the other tip!"

[Indeed. But the death rate on fish kind from humans met a massive spike once the guests figured out that great points can be achieved from it.]

[As you said, killing a human is hard work. But that didn't stop opportunists, hence the massive death rate.]

As if a moody teenager, Tim's view instantly shifted, afterwards adding. "Oh you're smart."

[Indeed. And you are difficult to work with.]

"Because I'm a boss." Timothy answered, rather confident and then focused on the base plan. "It would be a waste of time to kill this one, but I can cause some damage."

[If you must, keep it short. A few stabs can deliver the message you want to interject.]

"Okay okay okay, now I stab." The sea pancake answered and moved a foot from his spot.

But instant paranoia struck him, thinking that the first human might have spotted the attempting ambush predator.

Looking to the left, he was quick to realise that the first enemy had already swam up. Gazing at the water surface, Tim could see a small cloud of blood surrounding the enemy, likely because of the stabs.

Confident to the furthest extent for the morning, he sighed. "Air sucker."

And then swam a foot more towards the enemy whom at this point was 20 meters away, back turned and completely unable to spot the most ill intended enemy.

Feeling certain that the enemy won't be able to see him, the sea disk went through a burst of energy, swimming for 5 meters before he attached on the roof of a big coral.

The far north having identical coral architecture, gave the ability to spot the enemy easier. It was still a blur considering the target being 15 meters away, but it still stood out like a zit.

So he reached for the coral floor and then slowly started swimming towards the enemy without any particular break between the stalking.

Now, he got just 5 meters close and managed to get a grand view of the overall figure this humanoid carried. Considering size and the lack of curves, this one had to be a man as well.

Not that gender mattered much at this point, he would attack anyone whom tried to kill the boy and his friends with that dangerous smooth spear.

The enemy's back was still turned, so Timmy used the opportunity to charge towards the enemy at full speed, reached his target under just a second!

Landing on the human's middle back, he landed a strike right near the spine and managed to attack one more time before a heavy yet muffled tone, yelled out in pain. "Cavalo!"

The human waved his free hand behind with the aim of finding and grabbing whomever landed those sharp pains.

That was the blue dotted assassin's sign to get the hell away from that spot.

And instead, he swam straight down and then made a sharp turn upwards. All in the same seconds when the enemy was turning around to face the attacker.

Being close to the inner thighs by now, Timmy decided to land another blow but steered clear from the crotch. If he attacked that particular part, chances to touch the reproductive part was too high.

That was one thing he did not want to touch.

So instead, he sunk lower and landed a blow on a spot whom will surely behave like a lifetime wound.

With one swing, he struck against the knee but felt the stinger having a hard time landing a puncture. Difficult but not impossible.

But yet not wanting to take his precious time, Timothy landed a strike right above the knee and then repeated the blow on that same spot.

A split second later, he dipped down straight for the big chunk of coral, taking a swim around it to find a good hiding spot.