Chrysalis

Those chasing in my wake don't seem to appreciate my gifts. Angry shouts and a barrage of blade light explode from behind me, shattering the stone and sending shards bouncing from my carapace. I don't think they like my souped up merchandise. They'll like it even less soon enough… Gweheheh.

Wha?!

BOOM!

My senses tingle and my legs fire before I understand why, just in time to avoid the fireball that streaks beneath me, searing the fine hairs on my legs before detonating against the tunnel wall in front of me. My vision becomes filled with smoke and dust, my antennae muddled by the residual heat. Even so, my future sense sends flashes of sensory input into my mind and I leap to my left, just in time to avoid the glittering broadsword that slices down.

Clang!

The blade flashes before my eyes and pierces deep into the stone between my mandibles, slicing through the stone as if it weren't there. Holy heck! My mandibles flex and snap shut with concussive force.

Doom Chomp!

The dark jaws of energy manifest and close with brutal swiftness. Irritatingly, the blade snakes up from the ground and draws a shining arc in the air that my jaws crunch down on and stop. They just blocked my Doom Chomp with sword light? Is that even a thing?

Turns out, it nearly is, but not quite. After a moment of strain, the light shatters and my jaws complete their path, crunching shut. But holy mcjiggers is that armour tough! I feel like I just clamped my mandibles down on a rod of reinforced concrete! What the heck is that stuff made of? Regardless, I wasn't able to penetrate the bulky suit in my first bite, but the person wearing it doesn't look comfortable. With a heave, I lift them from the ground and spin my body to one side, tossing them like a dwarf directly back into the path of the oncoming pursuers.

And they're gaining. It looks like there's ten of them and with this one making the sacrifice play to hold me up, they've closed the distance to just a dozen metres. At this sort of range, they can dash to cover it in an instant. If I turn my back on them now, I'm going to tank a heck of a lot of shots from them before I get far. We might have to stand and deliver.

off and get busy. Tiny! I want you on the front line making a mess, just make sure you don't die. Invidia, you're on support. You have permission to bring the boom if

green

[Yesssssss,] he gloats.

in the back. If you try and step out against foes like this, you'll get cooked. Your Skill levels aren't high enough. If you think you have a chance to pick off one of

speak with pheromones at the same time. Instructions relayed, I turn to take up the frontline position against this obstinate

chortles to himself with a sibilant hiss as I feel

tends to suck up all of the experience when he deploys it. Finally let off the leash, I can feel the mad little eyeball drawing out enormous flows of mana, spinning together into deadly flowers

ever seen. So who are they? Is this just a hunting team, on a delve? They seem a little too well armed and armoured for that. The massive plates of living rock and steel that make up their suits are impressive as hell, every inch of the damn things look enchanted to the brim. But their weapons are just

Invidia step forward and begin to make their presence known. Here in the depths of the seconds strata, Crinis is at her most powerful, the thick shadow mana allowing her to manifest her tentacles almost anywhere she pleases. As she rises from my back and begins to take her

just glares at the enemy and unleashes his

figures dash together, huddled behind the two shields that

BOOM!

To my shock, the barrier of energy the shield soldiers erected manages to hold strong against the spell. Brandishing their shields high, the two step forward in unison, pushing their

in an emotional sense, but

are busy, frantic even, spinning together an ice magic construct and continuing my attempts to latch onto the mind of one of these attackers. Whatever they've done to their helmets, it's still working, the

won't stick, let's see how they like shards of ice

DOOM CHOMP!

carapace into it this time and force my will into the energy flowing out of my body. The dark mandibles manifest once more, but flatter, built for