Chrysalis

"I'm really not sure about this," Isaac muttered under his breath.

[That makes two of us…] his new partner replied.

"I really didn't think they would go for this as enthusiastically as they did."

[It's how we are. If there's an advantage in it, we're more than happy to explore it. Even if it does prove to be… unconventional.]

Isaac felt the massive ant shift beneath him and tried to adjust his position to roll with the movement. The saddle they'd created wasn't quite the right shape, the craft ants having never made anything of this sort before, and it chafed him ever so slightly in an area he would prefer didn't see any chafing.

"I just never imagined that I'd ever be riding on the back of one of you. I mean, I didn't expect that I'd be fighting alongside any monstrous ants, but I got used to that well enough, but to be riding on one? Feels kind of weird. You aren't horses."

[What's a horse?]

"Have you seen a cow?"

[I have, in the farms around Renewal.]

"Right, so think of a cow that's prettier and faster."

[… I do not like this comparison.]

"That's what I mean!"

The once former guard captain heaved a sigh and once again fruitlessly tried to protect his most vulnerable zones from the pommel that rose too sharply between his legs. If it was made of cured leather, that'd be one thing, but that damned armour ant had decided to cover the thing in folded steel. To say he was sweating would be an understatement.

will count

then, here

sure you don't fall

least half

[That is somewhat true.]

hefted his lance once more. He surveyed the course ahead again, a dizzying trail of loops and whorls that took them between pillars of rock, up the walls, across the roof and back down again. If he just had to hold on, that would be one thing, but the series of targets he was supposed to hit with the lance

about it; after all, what the hell did he know about wielding a lance? On the surface it was a noble's weapon

time,] chided Cavalant and Isaac rolled his

rank one it provided significant bonuses. Not only were his thoughts connected to the ant he rode, to the point he didn't need to speak aloud if he didn't want to, but to an extent their senses were shared as well. Combined with a quite respectable combat buff, the

thoughts slowly starting to align with those of Cavalant as she settled beneath him, flexing her six legs as she lowered her centre of gravity. When the countdown finished, she would explode

came the call from the mage and as predicted, Cavalant launched herself forward, all six legs firing in a rapid

of seconds and this time he was sufficiently braced to hold on. Gripping with his legs, Isaac desperately clung to his partner's back, straining to hold his lance steady as they raced between jagged

up,] Cavalant warned

I forget,"

of existential terror as they raced directly for the tunnel wall. The image of himself splattered across the rock flashed into his mind, then, with

particular rider and mount relationship, but he did have a strap to

swore as he struggled to

the wall, zigging and zagging madly along the trail. For his part, Isaac held fast to his lance and aimed

Crack. Crack. Crack.

shattered beneath the point of his spear and then, with one nauseating

she reprimanded him and Isaac hurried to tighten

I’m going to

[Don't you dare!]

Crack. Crack. Crack!