Chrysalis

Turns out the rules are pretty straightforward. I question the poor man for far too long, getting him to explain the foundations of the game and how it’s developed over time, as well as asking him about my specific opponent.

As expected of a Champion general, it appears that Solant has already developed quite the reputation for devious strategies, trickery and ingenious tactics. The twenty members of her training group have followed her, forming the core of her following, and they rotate members in and out of the team depending on the opposition and the way they want to play.

It’s hardly going to be enough against me, of course, but their undefeated streak is certainly impressive. Even as superior hatchlings, who are significantly weaker, stats-wise, than regular tier two ants, they still wouldn’t lose.

In terms of the rules….

[Are you sure that only basic elemental magic is allowed?] I ask for the tenth time.

The poor chap nods wearily.

[The game has its origins as a training exercise for hatchlings. The young mages are restricted by the Colony to only the basic elements, so those are all that have ever been allowed….]

[Hmph.]

I could end the match instantly with a gravity well, flattening the Endless to the floor and walking on top of them to score at the other end. It would have been glorious! Those plans are out the window, dammit.

[Considering I’m playing as a one ant team, they really should make allowances and let me use whatever I want.]

Peter just shrugs.

[I couldn’t say anything about that, I wasn’t involved in organising the match. I do think it’s reasonable that you are handicapped, though….]

[More like mandicapped. We don’t have hands, remember?]

I clack my mandibles to demonstrate and the poor man flinches back from the sharp cracking sound that emanates from them.

[Alright. So if I’m on offence, and I drop the ball, or can no longer advance it, my turn is up and I switch to defence, right?]

[Yes.]

[And if I manage to get the ball to touch the other wall, I score a point?]

[That’s right.]

happens if I

real risk, considering

offence. You have to protect the ball from the opponent,

by destroying the ball while the Endless have it? That should make

risk being unable to advance at

Well, if the opponent is smart, they’ll bring along four mages at least if they want to contend with me. In fact, if they don’t bring at least that many, I’ll smash them with superior mana control. I’m no

there’s basic safety rules in place. No killing, removing legs, blinding or any other

damage,

Fair enough.

much I can modify the

the height of

tell him I said to shut up. I

relief, then his face takes on a slightly green shade. I guess he’s happy he can tell the one-armed idiot to be quiet, but isn’t

to pass the message on,]

He nods, relieved.

that. Thank

[Nono, thank you.]

nest, my Vestibule is absolutely jam packed with incoming Will. An absolute ocean of the stuff, pouring into me every second. Discerning one ant from another in that tidal wave of energy isn’t easy, but I’ve had my constructs picking through

obviously. It’s not really cheating if I spy on them like this, right? I’m allowed to use my abilities, just as they

with Peter and is

pass on a heap of false information, but I hardly

“Leonidant.”

…

“Leonidant….”

…

No reply.

to

“Oi. Answer me already.”

…

Does she really think she’s

THWACK!