Chrysalis

The Marsh Expanse is still teeming with monstrous life. I can see monsters creeping out of connected tunnels, making their way deeper into the recesses in order to meet up with whatever is compelling their behaviour. Even without the steady trickle of captive beasts, there is plenty of stuff to fight around us.

The ever-present, ever hungry flora dots the mounds and rises out of the waters regularly. The plants don't seem to want to eat each other much but they are always waiting for a juicy meal to wander past, ready to fall into their clutches.

Then there are the crocs.

Lounging there and there, yawning mightily with their enormous jaws, the Croca-Beasts Titan Crocs and beyond can be seen almost everywhere. Never too many in one place, but little posse's of three or four, wading through the waters or lying on the raised earth.

I think there's more of them here than the last time we came. Or maybe they are gathering on this side since we raised a ruckus last time.

At any rate, they haven't seemed to have spotted us.

I think the best course of action is two lure them into the tunnel group by group, keep the combat out of sight so we don't draw the lot of them down on our heads at once. Nice and steady, that's the play.

….

So why is Tiny over there punching a Titan Croc in the face?

DAMMIT!

["Let's go! Move quickly to support Tiny! Crinis! Don't let him get surrounded and try not to get flame throwered!"] I cry as I rush forward.

This stupid ape! How could I forget his habits so quickly?! Last time we were here I was pleased by his self-control and ability to control his seemingly endless hunger for battle. The reality is he was unsettled, even a little intimidated, by the oppressive aura that hangs over this Expanse.

How did I expect a maniacal, famously thick battle addict to react to his first taste of fear? An emotion that he probably hadn't felt in his entire life? After taking out his frustration on smaller and weaker, unsatisfying foes and getting a power buff from taking the time to actually increase the level of his skills, not to mention the massive boost he received from finally mutating to over +5.

Now he's back, large and in charge and he couldn't wait to punch some face in.

So he didn't!

second he laid eyes on a Croca the urge to redeem himself in a battle of old fashioned fisty cuffs must

beasts was within a hundred metres. When they saw the giant ape eagerly flinging himself forward, swinging from tree branches like a demented, overweight Tarzan, they roused themselves to fight. Claws out and jaws agape they met Tiny's

stood pounding his chest as he roared out a challenge to the

…..

of course

Tiny is still bellowing his challenge and it's safe to say

of Crocs are staring with undisguised hostility at my pets and I. I'm quietly confident even the plants are giving us a full dose

….

feeling a headache coming

enemy tactically over an extended period of time, THIS stratagem has little more chest hair! I'm with you Tiny!

transformation construct. It shouldn't take long for them to get it set up and pumping out water attributed mana. If any

folks, they're coming in!"] I

begin to advance towards us, curiously untouched by local plant monsters. Counting rapidly I size up our opponents. Ten Croca-Beasts and two

low tiered monsters can't hope to hold a candle to us.

brains!

screaming confidence. It's almost strange. I'm starting to think these guys

get a rude awakening

[Crinis! Eat!]

[Of course Master!]

movement through the ground and air. As the Crocs flex their way towards us, eagerly anticipating the meal to come, Crinis

little ball of endless despair. Who could possibly imagine that this tennis ball sized black orb

Certainly not the crocs.

to Crinis, you've had some fun

frowns sadly and kicks the dirt. He hasn't had nearly enough fighting yet, but I know his games. It isn't possible for him to