Chrysalis

Gweheheh. With my superior magic, I don’t even need to worry about chasing my opponents down. If I can keep them in their defensive half without even moving, then that seems like it would be the logical way to play.

I wonder if there’s a way for them to deal with it? I wouldn’t think so, given my higher ranked Skills and mind constructs.These young ants will gain those things in time, but for now, I hold the advantage of being older! I’ve had more time to work on this stuff!

I wonder if I can use my magic on the offence as well?

~~~

“That’s going to cause a few problems,” Leonidant remarked as the Endless picked themselves back up.

“I quite agree. The Eldest overwhelms us in both magic and physical ability.”

“Then why do you seem so excited?”

“Let’s just say I’m happy this match is living up to my expectations.”

~~~

[The Eldest has certainly displayed their magical prowess and I’m certain the Endless must be at least a little shaken by that. They’ve brought a mage-heavy team here today and it doesn’t seem to be helping them at all!

At tier seven, the Eldest has a huge advantage that doesn’t seem to be offset by being outnumbered at all. One versus ten, and they are crushing this game!]

“I have to admit, I’m a little awed by what we’ve seen in this match so far. You may be a little more experienced with powerful monsters, but I’ve never seen what a creature as highly evolved as the Great One can do.”

[It certainly is impressive. Speaking of which, I believe we may be just about to see the Eldest begin their next offence. Will we see another of those unstoppable charges? Or something different?]

ball using wind mana. The Endless seamlessly flow into a defence. Walls are going

ball aloft, teasing, taunting as it drifts left and right… wait

BOOM!

ROAAAAR!

wow! What did we just

the Endless! The wall has crumbled, the wind dispersed and the ball has been buried two metres into the

opponents the difference in power, and the Endless are absolutely helpless to prevent the ball from going wherever their opponent wants it to

physically in contact with the ball for the touch to count, but the message continues

ahead of them. If

play resumes, the Eldest has once again conjured a mighty wind, daring the opposition to advance

prepared for it this time. They’ve

but they don’t appear inclined to move. Instead, they stand astride their defensive end like a colossus. What on Pangera are the

is movement down there, I can see them shifting, and, knowing this team, there is definitely some thought or strategy at

[Oh! I sense it!]

“What’s happening?”

out and trying to seize hold of a portion of wind, not that much, just a thread. What could they possibly hope

has leaped up with the ball gripped in her mandibles

ROAAAAAAAAR!!!!!

and sent her rocketing toward the touchline! Brilliant! Ingenious! They’ve taken

“Such speed!”

ROAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

leg and snags her from the air. Those reflexes are simply… I want to say inhuman, but that much is obvious. Absurd. Unbelievable. It happened in the blink

~~~

Right now, she’s dangling in mid air, since I’m holding up the ball, and I inspect