Chrysalis

The second I put a leg within twenty metres of the demon, it suddenly acts. One of its dangling arms flicked in my direction and three of the red balls flew in my direction at once!

BOOM!

Arrrgh! Pain blossoms along the side of my abdomen as I manage to turn my body at the last moment, protecting my head. The unfortunate result is that my legs are exposed and as the three balls detonate alongside me they are immediately ravaged with pain. That little beast has been acting weak this whole time! I should have known that throwing one spell at a time was way too easy. I've fallen for his trap again. His stupid spells are so fast that I barely have a chance to start breaking them apart before they land. Not to mention he weaves them together with such speed that the moment I sense the mana build-up he's almost ready to shoot. This stupid little gremlin is giving me a headache!

[You have it. I will taaaake it! Give it to meeeeeee!]

[Get bent!]

I've no choice but to trigger the regeneration gland. Two legs on my left side are heavily crippled and are impeding my mobility. If I leave it like this I'm only going to be food for more of those ridiculous explosion balls. Just what sort of magic is that anyway?! Once again put on the defensive I focus on dodging and moving in unpredictable patterns as the healing fluid rockets through my system, creating new tissues and connecting them at an absurd pace. To speed the process I fire off my latest Ice Spears and then begin to weave a healing spell to lay onto myself.

much more time to dodge. I watch the demon carefully each moment and I can see he's enjoying this. The sadistic little imp. Even now I can't be sure that he's

from the beast to prepare my next offensive. Sensing my defensive posture the

better where you are? I want

I'm commin' back over there. Don't

if that's at all possible. I swear that eye is starting to become darker and it looks a little

strongest sub mind on shaping my next offensive ice spell. Handling the condensed ice mana is

takes about ten seconds to ready that magic, enough time for my enemy to weave any number of hideous constructs to inflict on me. I've no doubt that he can sense the magic I've built up and he must be ready to retaliate

bait out his counterspells whilst still being at a reasonable range then the chances of a successful

that starts to race through the sand toward

by my carapace plating but even so, I take some internal damage from the blast. Those spells pack a punch! Still, my spell should distract the monster long

its eye glares at me even harder. At this range I can see that the eye isn't broken but filled with thick, pulsing capillaries that appear like cracks in a mirror, threading their way through the iris. Just as I make this disgusting

teeth. Just before my spell