Chrysalis

Hmph.

I have crushed their will. I can see it in their eyes, I can sense it through the Vestibule and I can smell it in the air. The hope has been drained out of the Endless and I take no joy in it.

A little pride, perhaps, but certainly no joy.

It would be a thing of Dark Anthony to enjoy the demolition of this team and their talented, skillful leader, humbling them in front of this enormous audience…..

Yesssssss. It feeelssss good!

NO! Down, dark one! I reject you utterly!

Next tiiiiiiiime. I’m alwaysssssssss waiiiiiiiting…….

Phew, that was close.

Can never be too careful in these situations. Dark Anthony never truly sleeps, but keeps one eye open, watching for a moment of weakness. I will not subject my siblings to that evil!

Still, it’s plain as day that the match is over. I have one more offence, which I will skip, thank you very much. I don’t enjoy the sensation of unbearable pain any more than the next person.

After that, I can stuff the Endless into their little box and drag them down to the fourth, where I can finally relax.

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CRUNCH!

ROAAAAAARRR!

expected,” Solant remarked, her scent flat and

Leonidant said, “they only need to score against us once, since we can’t get close to

other members of the team and noted the unusual air around them. She almost couldn’t find a word to describe it. This was something strange, something she’d never experienced

Despondent?

had never lost before, that was true, but more than that, they had never been

But she did.

“Solant. What’s the plan?”

had a

will do,” the little general said carefully. “There is no plan. Play naturally, in formation, and react to my instructions

Leonidant was confused.

a plan, or isn’t

Solant said, looking directly at her scout, “is not a plan, but more of an

“But can we score?”

emphatically. “Believe that completely. We

looked at the

very end, have pride in

their resolve. The

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comes down, to this. One final offence, one final attack, to save the unbeatable reputation of the Endless. They can no longer win the game,

Staring them across the pitch, the Eldest is clearly done with this game. All the antics, the strategies, the tactics, so far, it hasn’t meant anything in the face

will ever be able to say that the Endless didn’t lose to a worthy opponent. There isn’t a

is the oldest, wisest and strongest in the entire Colony. We may be

lining up now, taking a… surprisingly generic formation. I’m sure they have something planned, but this is about as plain an attacking look as I’ve ever seen from them. Surely they haven’t given

it. It may be easy to become disheartened in the face of the overwhelming strength they’ve been fighting, but if there were one

in the formation, right behind the two soldiers. Bold, risky play, even

and the Eldest waits in their own half. I can feel mana churning once again,

the backs of her two charging soldiers in a classic