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

To put it bluntly, the blaze rune was extremely fun to use, especially since I had basically ripped a weapon out of the spine of a strange red skinned zombie.

Swinging a blade of the color crimson, appearing similar in shape to the rusty blade, instead of being made of blood rusted metal, the blade was instead quite literally...

Made of blood.

Red droplets flying through the air as they sizzled briefly on the ground I stared at the enemy in front of me.

It was just like the many undead archers I had come in contact with all the time before coming to the Promenade of the Condemned where they suddenly stopped appearing before me.

It was probably due to the fact that the usage of a bow wasn't as effective in the forest filled with trees where obstacles were a plenty.

Trust me, it certainly wasn't because I had played football with their heads before coming to the promenade of the condemned.

'...'

What? I had to amuse myself while wandering the corridors of the Prisoner's quarters somehow.

But now that I think about it, it probably because of this larger fella right in front of me.

Standing much taller than the average Undead Archer I had seen, the undead archer in front of me stood at a solid 2.5 meters tall, a full two heads taller than me.

'...God I hating thinking about my removable heads.'

Blinking briefly to rid myself of that heretical thought about heads, the moment that I reopened my eyes an arrow was already flying straight towards me

"!"

Belatedly reacting by twisting my head to the side, I observed my enemy even as I felt the wound of my flaming cheek, ignoring the fact that I could even feel pain with a fiery head.

But as I was saying, the Undead Archer in front of me was way more different from the others.

And not like those people with gender dysmorphia trying to get themselves be called with strange pronouns that I'm not even going to bother talking about.

Quite literally speaking, besides the obvious height difference, this undead archer in front of me was in all sorts of ways better.

'Hell, I can't even close my eyes otherwise another arrows going to be flying towards my head.'

Carrying an almost deadly skill to them akin to the dual bladed enemy I had come in contact with before, the undead archer before me was also much stronger, faster, tougher and was in all sorts of ways harder to beat.

'Just like that Dual bladed guy...'

Narrowing my eyes as the connection was made, I smiled as I recalled the brilliant deduction my below sherlock level mind had made.

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A few hours before the encounter with the weird undead archer.

"...This is strangely pathetic."

Staring at the dual bladed zombie in front of me, I pondered, playing with my newly twin daggers that I had picked up from somewhere.

Flipping the sharp edged blades that could easily cut through flesh and bone as they were nothing more than fancy looking sticks I pondered.

The Dual Bladed monster in front of me... no, the Red armored zombie in front of me was... strangely pathetic so to speak.

Don't get me wrong, it was still a hard fought battle, but in comparison to that Dual wielding monster of a zombie that had stabbed me in the side multiple time sand was very close to ending my life for the second time...

Well it was pathetic.

When I saw two of those guys paired with a bomber and two other zombies, I instantly felt my heart begin to pump.

Anticipation building up within me, I instantly hid behind a wall, counting the number of seconds it took for the group of five to get within striking distance.

And with my heart beating in my heart, the second the count reached eighteen I instantly struck.

Both daggers leaping at the zombies in front of them, they were decapitated without a moments further notice.

And mere seconds later, I was on those red armored zombies head.

Jabbing the daggers into their skulls half expecting them to block, imagine my surprise when I found out my blades were smoothly sinking into their brains without any other resistance.

Hell, even their skulls provided a greater resistance than whatever pathetic show that was.

But not one to look the gift horse in the mouth, I immediately kicked back the pink ball that slums version bomberman threw before slicing apart the red armored zombies because you never could be to sure.

And that led to the situation right now where I was currently pondering for my life on why the hell these guys weren't as strong as the Dual Wielding zombie.

Staring at the two mutilated corpses, a flash of inspiration came into my mind.

'...Is there a difference between the smaller guys and the bigger guys?'

Immediately picturing both enemies side by side, although there could be additional differences in height amongst the same species of zombie, the height difference wasn't as stark as the one right now.

Of course, when one looked at the members of the same species, there could be additionally large height differences as I last recalled the worlds shortest man was barely the height of a large coke bottle so it wasn't as strong of an indicator that height made the difference here.

But just because the connection was weak didn't mean that it wasn't there.

Narrowing my eyes at the time, I noted down this piece of knowledge into my mind to be explored later.

I just didn't expect that this piece of information to be explored so soon after I had ripped this weapon out of the spine of a zombie.

'And if I list the another difference between the normal undead archers and this one, I guess heightened intelligence would be one.'

Acting unlike the rabid beasts acting upon their instinct, the undead archer in front of me seemed able enough to form semi coherent strategies.

Of course these strategies were limited to keeping their distance and attacking whenever able, but it still showed that they had intelligence unlike their other counterparts that just dumbly drew the bow and fired.

They didn't even try to escape, only dumbly pulling the strings back and forth as I got near enough for aiming to become a problem.

'I just wish that this guy was just a little bit dumber.'

*Clang!

Furrowing my brows, I turned my attention back to the Undead Archer as it kept its aim steady on me.

Having fired the arrow my way several times now, it seemed to loose the arrows at random intervals as I continued to think.

'Almost like an elite...'

A metaphorical lightbulb going off in my head as I just had my eureka moment, I instantly dubbed the stronger, faster, tougher, taller and smarter enemies...

ELITES

'Oh Death.'

Flinching at the sudden piercing screech in my ears, another additional tag suddenly manifest above the enemies head.

[Elite Undead Archer.]

'Well that seems slightly redundant'

Pouting as the Elite stared at me, I flinched when a green glow suddenly appeared on its arrow tip.

'I should probably get moving.'

Intuition telling me that standing in its path was a bad idea, the near instant I moved, the arrow flew.

Eyes tracking the green tipped arrow, I instinctively could tell.

This was different.

Unable to tear my eyes off of the arrow, I heard the whistle of the arrow splitting the wind come into my ears

Green covering the rest of the arrow, thin leaves sprouted from the shaft as it suddenly curved in my direction.

Widening my eyes, I threw my body towards the side, letting the arrow impact the area I had just been in.

But that wasn't the end of it.

No not in the slightest.

Exploding into a sharp ball of thorns, I felt it nick my leg, instantly drawing blood as I flinched from the sudden pain piercing through it.

'Fun I hate this mechanic.'

Biting my lip to the point that it drew blood, I hated the fact that even the slightest touch from an enemy had its effects magnified a great deal.

What was once a minor bump became a full hammer blow where a full body blow became a wrecking ball.

The same could be said for when I attacked the enemy, but when it came down to it, I much preferred having my enemies suffer instead of me.

Swiftly getting up before the rest of my body processed the damage, I forced my injured ankle to move forwards, popping the cork of the bottle as I drank down the rest of the orange fluid, the three doses now gone.

Eyes keeping their gaze straight at the enemy, I held the blood blade horizontal to my body as I charged at the [Elite Undead Archer.]

Activating the Blaze rune for the first time, a blaze suddenly consumed the blade in my hand as I struck.

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Tired, in Ennui, semi Suicidal, This tree shall sleep now