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?]

focus on the things that unite us rather than

around. A lot of the crowd has dispersed, but there are still people in their seats, looking down at

there’ll be another fight soon, so we

fighting pits get used a

That wolfish grin again.

[Around the clock.]

you find it on Amazon, report

anything, I just find a relatively empty part of the stands and

a

I’m of the fifth sword, not the

So…

to

of rank, yes. My

You’re lucky I went easy on you then. I wasn’t sure how much you

he wants to rebut my statement, but after being defeated so handily, there isn’t

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

were thinking ‘that dog

would never! Yes.

of ripples, and I realise it was an instinct, a dog raising its

he mutters. [My

carefully don’t

are out of the fighting pit and back on the road, heading towards the field the Colony were setting

at least, I think so, and then we’re back

mean I’m going

Barker grimaces.

feel safe if you can kick my backside

didn’t even use my middle

We believe in

[I don’t.]

get back to—what in the

I look around, wondering what brought

Barker points a finger.

[What is that?]