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.]

I

risk, considering

turn on offence. You have to protect the ball from the opponent, that’s

defend by destroying the ball while the Endless have it? That

risk being unable to advance at all. Likewise, controlling the mana around your opponent is a powerful advantage. There are several mage-heavy teams who use

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

place. No killing,

some training exercises, the ants were allowed to cause non-fatal damage, for the sport of Tunnel Ball, the less… violent version

Fair enough.

much

may not exceed the height

see priest Beyn out there, tell him I said to shut

on a slightly green shade. I guess he’s happy he can tell the one-armed idiot to be quiet, but isn’t too happy to be the one bearing the

one of the Colony to pass

He nods, relieved.

do that.

[Nono, thank you.]

thread I’m after. Here in the 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 it all

them like this, right? I’m allowed to use my abilities, just as they are allowed to use theirs. It’s

job of it. The scout managed to sneak into the chamber while I was talking with Peter and is currently positioned in the shadows in one corner, doing

try and pass on a heap of false information, but I hardly

“Leonidant.”

…

“Leonidant….”

…

No reply.

turn to face

“Oi. Answer me already.”

…

nothing. Does she really

THWACK!