Adam observed the tribe curiously, as it roused from its collective slumber and began the day. The other monkeys ignored him for the most part as they passed by, although a few of the males eyed him warily from time to time. He ignored them as he had no interest in the internal politics of the monkey tribe despite being the biggest, strongest, and fastest monkey in the tribe. Usually those in his position, as the most physically superior, would take the place as the alpha and leader of the tribe. The other males were puzzled at his disinterest and were wary of him "coming to take the fisher's benefits" as the Chinese put it.
Adam simply preferred to live a simple life and explore his —what he assumed to be— magical powers. What powers you may ask? Well Adam in his past life would sometimes have uncannily lifelike dreams only to wake up and live through that exact dream over again. These had happened very rarely in the past and so he had brushed it off, unfortunately, in his new life as a monkey, the dreams began to become more and more frequent until he had trouble distinguishing the dream from reality. The only way he was able to distinguish them nowadays was from his other power, a sixth sense.
Whenever Adam was in danger or when focusing, his [Sixth Sense] would activate allowing him to become aware of every living creature in a certain radius. His [Sixth Sense] would also act like a Spidey Sense and warn him of the direction the danger was coming from and what he could do to avoid it. It was how he managed to evade the Leopard from last night. He's not sure why he has these powers but he is certainly not complaining. Whenever Adam has free time, he would try to train and gain control over his [Sixth Sense]. He's had some success but it was very mentally straining to consciously control it.
Adam was broken from his musings at the sound of a loud commotion happening at the base of his tree. He looked down to see two of the strongest males fighting savagely, most likely trying to secure the position of patriarch of their little community. Adam watched on in interest, debating whether or not to intervene and maybe fulfill the males' concerns of coming in at the last second to swoop in and finish them all off. He decided against it and went down from his tree to look for some food. He climbed down and swung around looking for some fruits, nuts, or grubs when he spotted something weird in the distance. It was a large plume of smoke and ash that stretched high in the sky.
Curious, Adam swung over toward that location. He was very confused since this region of Africa contains no fault lines or pyroclastic activity according to memories from his past life. As he made his way over, he observed numerous other animals running away for dear life. This was not a good sign. Still, he made the trek over and discovered what seemed to be a meteor far off in the savanna. He left the cover of the trees and moved in closer, wading through the tall grass. As he inched closer, he discovered that the meteor was actually a crashed vehicle of some type.
As he crept closer, he spotted two injured and bleeding humanoid figures coughing their lungs out, one of them even collapsing to the ground. Seeing as they hadn't spotted him, he stayed hidden in the tall grass, observing them curiously. Both humanoid figures wore some very bdsm-inspired futuristic-looking armor and clothing, which raised some questions.
Hmm, these guys look like humans. But that wouldn't make sense since I know I'm on earth before the time of humans because of the ecology and constellations, so maybe these guys are aliens? But these potential aliens look too similar to humans. The chance for the human form to evolve the way it did was one in quadrillions. The chance that a completely different family, genus, and species would look so similar is an astronomically small chance that far surpasses the chance for the human form to develop the way that it did. Maybe time travelers? No, time traveling humans is also ruled out since the laws of physics forbid someone from time traveling to before the machine was built and no humans exist in this era. I'm stumped.
As he speculated on these strange visitors and their origins, he noticed one crucial detail that he had missed, their long pointy ears.
Space Elves? Hmm, that sounds familiar. It's probably not important though. I should get out of there before the Space Elves find me, I'm not sure if they're friendly. Best not to risk it. With that thought and his curiosity barely satisfied, he turned around and headed back toward the jungle. As he walked back to the tree line, a feeling of impending crisis washed over him like a toxic miasma. His fur stood on end as adrenaline coursed through his veins. His muscles tense and tendons taut with power, he bounded away like a released spring, just barely dodging a stream of lightning that landed on his previous location.
Fuck, these guys know magic!
Looking back behind him, he spotted the less injured Elf with his hand outstretched, poised to release more bolts of lightning. Controlling his rising panic, Adam decided that staying in this area was not beneficial to his overall health and longevity, so he decided to employ the tried and tested Joestar Family Secret Technique. The Elf, incensed that Adam wasn't a pile of ash or rendered a blood mist, gave chase at a blindingly fast speed with blade drawn and manic grin splitting his face. At this pace, the Elf would catch up in only half a minute!
By this point Adam realized that the Elf was far too fast and that running away would only result in dying faster so he turned back and stood his ground, prepared to fight to the death. The Elf's face birthed a hint of derision and disgust at this perceived slight. What right did this disgusting primitive have to dare to even think of fighting back!? Anger and arrogance flooding the Elf's mind, he decided to teach this filthy monkey a lesson its ancestor's would feel!
The Elf sheathed his sword and tugged at the decorative pieces of his armor. With a click, the decorative pieces were revealed to actually be knives embedded in the Elf's body. Adam cringed in disgust as the Elf's face twisted in ecstasy as the bloody knives fell off his body one by one.
Aren't Elves supposed to be graceful, elegant, and enlightened? Why is this one so freakish, depraved, and disgusting!
With a flex of the Elf's finger each of the knives floated up off the ground and began to orbit around him at high speed like a maelstrom of death. Adam's [Sixth Sense] expanded outward in response, readying him for the most challenging battle of his existence. With his [Sixth Sense] Adam observed the terrain for any advantage and spotted a long and sharp stone on the ground, storing away that bit of info for later, he focused his attention back on the murderous Space Elf's ghost-like movement.
With a burst of speed, the Elf disappeared and reappeared right behind him with the knives staying in front of him, boxing him in and limiting his options. With no choice, he ignored knives, deciding to tank them since he can't realistically dodge them with his hand-like feet courtesy of being a very large and bulky monkey. Adam whirled around, throwing a powerful left hook with the accumulated momentum. The Elf's eyes widened slightly at the sheer force generated from the blow, still, it was too slow and the Elf danced around it with supernatural grace.
Still not giving up, Adam began to dish out blow after blow, with little to no success except for a glancing hit once in a blue moon. To add insult to injury, as the fight trudged on, his body began to accumulate more and more injuries. The Elf seemed content to torture him via death by a thousand cuts.
Damn it! He's just so fast, I can't keep up! Adam's body was trembling in pain with every movement. A normal man would be rolling around on the floor clawing his eyes out by now. It's only thanks to his strong will built up from years of military experience that he was able to resist whatever magic spell was cast on the knives to amplify pain. The Elf, seemingly pleased with his work, stopped the whirlwind of knives.
As fast as they appeared, the knives vanished back into the Elf's body. The Elf then unsheathed his main weapon, a curved jagged blade with a serrated edge that was dripping with ghastly green liquid. The Elf then charged forth, ready to put Adam's short new life to an end. Adam closed his eyes in acceptance, he had done all he could after all.
However, It was at moments like this, at the crossroads of life and death, when someone's potential and true nature were unearthed. Something deep in Adam's psyche refused to give up and In response to his near certain death, Adam's mind expanded in a way that it had never before. His perception slowed to a crawl and his body was filled to the brim with endless energy. The Elf, oblivious to Adam's transformation, continued forward with reckless abandon.
Adam's eyes snapped open, glowing with power and filled with determination. From behind his back, that same sharp stone Adam had spotted earlier was pulled up out of the ground and held in a tight grip. With the Elf's sword inches away from his neck, Adam's body blurred in a burst of supernatural speed. The Elf's face contorted in shock as the point of the stone barreled toward his eye socket. Caught off guard and off balance, the Elf made a hasty maneuver to abandon his offensive and dodge out of the way.
It was too late, Adam's hand-feet pinned the Elf's legs in place. He then initiated a death grip of the Elf's right arm with his own left arm and went for the kill shot. Adam's mouth opened wide, revealing his large and sharp teeth. The Elf's pupils shrunk in fear.
If it was one thing the primates are great at, it's their prodigious bite force coming out at around 1000 or more psi compared to a human's measly 162 psi. And when it comes to primates, Adam was a genetic specimen of the highest caliber. Like Eddie Hall was a specimen of strength, Usain Bolt of speed, or Sergio Oliva of aesthetics and proportions. Adam was several times bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter than any of his fellow monkeys by a long shot. Naturally this translated into bite force as well.
With a sickening crunch followed by a wet squelch, the Elf's neck crumpled inward like a wet paper bag.
Adam, still drenched in blood, whirled around, dodging a sneak attack. He glanced behind him to see the other Elf, whose eyes held a deep loathing and desire for vengeance. This other Elf was a female and clearly more injured than the male one had been. Adam simply scoffed at her burning hatred.
Those who kill should be prepared to be killed or as my fellow old timers used to say, if you fuck around, eventually you're going to find out. If your little friend didn't want to die, he should have just let me go.
Brandishing the diseased Elf's jagged sword, he prepared to battle this new one. The female Elf, incensed at the audacity of the primitive at using the dead Elf's weapon, charges forward recklessly with twin daggers in hand. Much to the Elf's shock, Adam didn't bother dodging instead simply thrusting forward with the blade going for her heart. The Elf, not wanting to die together with this disgusting lowly primitive, redirected her energy into blocking.
Clang! Adam's incredible strength knocked the wind out of her and put her off balance. The Elf quickly regained clarity just in time to just barely dodge the slash of Adam's new sword. Adam continued on with the offensive, pushing the advantage and not letting the pressure off the elf for even a second. Slash, chop, thrust, parry, and deflect. It was a whirlwind of exquisite swordsmanship, the likes of which had never graced the Earth until now.
Over the course of the bout, The female Elf grew more and more fearful. What kind of Planet did we crash-land onto? Why is this unwashed primitive so strong!? Adam simply watched her morphing facial expression with contempt and disdain. When it comes to swordsmanship skill, he outclasses her, but in actual raw combat power it is he who is the lesser. The problem with these Space Elves —as Adam has observed— is in their mental states. Cruel, greedy, wildly arrogant, narcissistic, and above all else extremely cowardly. Yes, cowardly.
The difference between Adam and this Elf is that he is willing to put his life on the line in order to come out victorious while she tries to do the "smart" thing and focus on preserving her life. It seems counterintuitive, but playing too defensive will do the opposite and get you killed since changing your attacks halfway through making them in order to block or dodge throws off your rhythm and places the initiative in your enemy's hand. This is why cowards that are afraid of death have no place on the battlefield. If you come to war you should be prepared to fight and die.
As the fight raged on, Adam's ferocity soared like a bird while the Elf's courage sank like an anchor. Eventually the Elf got sloppy and desperate, spotting an opening in Adam's guard that if she were level headed would have been seen for the obvious trap it was. She went for it anyway and attacked fiercely, seeming to regain a large portion of her confidence back. The Elf's dagger plunged into the inner thigh of the primitive, presumably hitting a major artery. A debauched smile broke out on the Elf's face as she imagined the painful death of this hateful primitive! Only for her smile to freeze as she realized he couldn't feel her right hand. Looking down, she witnessed the horrifying sight of a clean cut stump where her hand and wrist used to be.
From the wound sickly green liquid dripped. Mortified, she watched on as green veins wriggled down her arm toward her shoulder like earthworms in spring. Pain like she had never experienced spread throughout her arm like a disease and then disseminated through the rest of her body. T-this Lowly, vile, hateful, disgusting primitive! How dare it do this to me! HOW DARE IT DO THIS TO MEEEE! Uncaring of the consequences, she opened up herself to the Empyrean at beyond her maximum capacity. Instantly gargantuan amounts of energy poured into her body like a flood. Her eyes glowed bright like the sun as lightning and fire rolled off her in waves.
Adam didn't care about her temper tantrum and simply continued to attack while channeling more of his own power. As he did so, he was pleasantly surprised that his new sword seemed to be very conducive to his new magical power. It even seemed to have an amplifying effect. Hissing at the pain in the back of his mind, he channeled as much energy as could manage. Eyes glowing with power, he used the sword as a conduit to unleash a torrent of bio-electric lightning. With the Elf being a blubbering, barely coherent mess that was slowly burning away her own soul, it was easy pickings.
With that final lightning blast, the Elf was unceremoniously turned into a smoking pile of ash. Adam then soon collapsed right after. After fighting nonstop for nearly an hour, he sighed in relief and enjoyed the feeling of victory. Unfortunately it was a bittersweet one as lamented his terrible luck.
I must have the worst luck ever! How was I supposed to know that the meteor was actually some space ship with extremely edgy Magic Space Elves with a thirst for blood! *sigh* At least I took those bastards out with me..
Yes, unfortunately it was inevitable that he would succumb to his injuries. During his fight with the first Elf, his body was riddled with cuts that led to significant blood loss, and now that the second Elf had plunged her dagger into the artery of his leg, as soon as he removed it he would bleed out in a few minutes max. He couldn't just leave it there either since it would impede blood flow and cause tissue death, also known as gangrene(A/N: Don't look this up trust me). Not to mention that even if his leg didn't rot away, infection would kill him in a few weeks anyway. There are no antibiotics in prehistory.
Even if all these were to be healed too, his body was pushed to perform massively beyond its limits. His bones, ligaments, muscles, tendons, organs, nerves, and brain are probably only being held together by the lingering effects of his magical powers.
In my next life, if I do have one, I won't sit on my ass and twiddle my thumbs like I did in this life. I could have survived this encounter by making preparations like producing my own penicillin or bandages. Oh well as they say, hindsight is 20/20. And with that thought, Adam plucked the dagger from his leg, deciding to go out quickly and painlessly.