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.

the jig is up, he's more than willing to toss multiple spells at the same time but with greater distance between us, I've got 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 not toying with me. Regardless, I've managed to survive long enough to

my next offensive. Sensing my defensive posture the monster

meeee. Is it better where you are? I

worry eyeball, I'm commin' back over there.

further if that's at all possible. I swear that eye is starting to become darker and it looks a little .. Broken. As if it were a window that was starting to

on shaping my next offensive ice spell. Handling the condensed ice mana is difficult and

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 the second I unleash it,

death ball to the noggin, so instead I angle my dashes to bring me a little closer after each one as the monster and I engage in a little game of chicken. If I can bait out his counterspells whilst still being at a reasonable range then the chances of a successful dodge are much greater, the closer I get the less time he'll have to break my spell apart. My heart is right in my mandibles as the gap between us continues to shrink. The sand flies out from beneath

the ground in the form of a bright ice blue light that starts to race through the sand toward the monster as I raise my legs high to keep them from the inevitable explosion. The monster unleashed four of the deadly balls of death this time and threw them out in an arc that would have surely caught

force is absorbed 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

ground toward him. To my surprise, the imp doesn't seem too concerned with the ice magic making its way to the sand beneath it, instead, 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

grinning mouth suspended in mid-air, full of gnashing teeth. Just before