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?]

things that

has dispersed, but there are still

be another fight soon, so

fighting pits get

That wolfish grin again.

[Around the clock.]

story has been illicitly taken; should you find

a fancy exit or anything, I just find a relatively empty part of

a

I’m of the fifth sword, not

So…

to a

of rank, yes. My student

I went easy on you then. I

wants to rebut my statement, but after being defeated so handily,

It’s getting awkward

‘that dog

Yes. Yes

an instinct, a dog raising its hackles. Although I make sure to think

mutters.

carefully don’t

back on the road, heading towards the field the Colony were setting up in, the… not rabbit-Folk

each other, she makes fun of him, at least, I think so, and then we’re back to strolling along

going to get

Barker grimaces.

exactly help people feel safe if you can kick my backside

I definitely can. Like… I didn’t even use my middle grade stuff… let

We believe in a thing

[I don’t.]

I guess that’s fair. Once we get back to—what in

wondering what brought on the sudden

Barker points a finger.

[What is that?]