Chrysalis

[You really thought you were strong enough to beat a mythic monster on your own?]

[I figured you were just an ant! How was I supposed to know?]

[I’m a tier seven, mythic ant! Probably the first one in the history of the darn Dungeon. Pay a little respect, man.]

Thankfully, my opponent wounded nothing but his pride in our confrontation. I think, for a moment, the crowd were considering rushing down and attempting to subdue the ‘wild monster’, which would have been a rather difficult scenario to navigate, but thankfully they relaxed when I sat down and didn’t follow up on my strike. I mean… whose first instinct is to rush at the huge monster? The Folk are crazy, I’m telling you.

He rubs a hand over his furry head, disgruntled.

[If we’d known you were this strong, we would have gotten some higher ranked swordsman to guard you.]

[There’s no way the brathians lied to you about my tier, right?]

He shrugs helplessly.

[They probably assumed the same thing I did. Tier seven, but an ant, so it’s fine. As a result, you only got me and my apprentice as guards, and I hate to say it, but we aren’t up to the job.]

[Oh, the rabbit girl is your apprentice?]

[What do you mean, rabbit?]

[I don’t know… I was just getting rabbit vibes from her.]

[And what are you getting from me?]

[Dog or wolf, depending on your mood.]

I figure honesty is the best policy. If I’m being unspeakably rude, hopefully someone will tell me.

[That’s unspeakably rude,] he says, placing a hand to the bridge of his muzzle.

Dang it.

[Hey, I didn’t know! I apologise if I’ve caused offence. You guys don’t like being discussed in relation to the animal you resemble?]

the things that unite us rather

himself to his feet and looks around. A lot of the crowd has dispersed, but there are still people in their seats, looking

to clear out, there’ll be another fight soon, so

pits

That wolfish grin again.

[Around the clock.]

should you find it

empty part of the stands

a blademaster?] I

I’m of the fifth sword, not

So…

to

rank, yes. My student

on you then. I wasn’t sure how

my statement, but after being defeated so handily, there isn’t much he can

name, by the way? It’s getting awkward just

‘that dog

never! Yes.

instinct, a dog raising its

mutters. [My name

don’t say

road, heading towards the field the Colony were

least, I think so,

mean I’m going to get

Barker grimaces.

I can’t exactly help people feel safe if you can kick my

use my middle grade stuff… let alone the best

believe in a thing called

[I don’t.]

get back to—what in the name of the

what brought on

Barker points a finger.

[What is that?]