Chrysalis

I sit and watch the battle develop over the next few hours. The Templars continue to rotate, ten minutes on, twenty minutes off, and they prove to be effective and deadly each and every time. They don't have the ability to affect the battle on a large scale, not yet at least. If I was out there, I could be dropping gravity bombs or fields, using Dragon's Breath to torch huge swathes of the field, or employing my Starcrusher chomp attack to annihilate chunks of monsters at a time.

None of them have Skills at a high enough rank to do anything like that. There just hasn't been the time. What they do have, however, is truly impeccable training.

It's making me appreciate all over again the lectures that Granin always gives me. Ranting about how Skill ranks and skill aren't necessarily the same thing. Sure, earning a new rank in… axe… or whatever, will give you shiny new abilities, make you swing harder and faster, but to truly master a weapon, you need timing, grace, experience and knowledge. You need relentless practice to make the movements second nature, ingrained in your muscle memory. You need to learn the limits of your body and push beyond them. Only then can you truly be called a master.

Going even beyond that, the Folk train to push themselves even further. Having the ability to send a wave of sword-light is nice and all, but if you can't control it, bend it to your will and turn it into some sort of ten point lotus falcon stars of the dragon moon lily attack, then they think you're a chump.

Because you are.

So while they aren't able to win the battle by themselves, they are super efficient and effective at what they do. Jern moves like the axe is part of himself, he doesn't even need to look at his target, doesn't need to see a strike in order to block it. His footwork is impeccable, the full weight of his body is behind every swing and the axe just doesn't stop moving. Left to right, up then down, it traces glittering arcs in the air as Jern wields it perfectly within himself.

themselves a way out and they don't bother to strike if they can't contribute. Every time they engage, it's in a decisive manner, ending the fight,

not be winning battles by themselves, but I'm pretty sure the levels are going to come quickly. They amass plenty of last hits, which is a good thing. Sure, the ants and militia need them too, but these Templars need to level up so we can get a better idea

me to do. Which is nice! And here was me expecting to be out in the toxic area having to

on the back and settling in for some intense, heavy-duty relaxation, a deep roar resounds from further down the tunnel. It's faint, still a fair distance away, but I know

coming thick and fast now, but the

the roar they heard. It was no ordinary monster that let that roar loose. It was big,

powerful monsters are already being dislodged from their hidey holes deeper in the Dungeon, when the wave hasn't even started yet,

the ranks, placing my legs carefully to make sure I don't step on anything I shouldn't, several of the humans and golgari mixed amongst the ranks reach out with their hands, trying to touch me as I move past. I mean… sure… why not, I suppose. Seems a little rude, but they're here fighting alongside the Colony, so I can't get

the front, I settle in and get ready to see what comes, sending a blast of Dragon's Breath out every

roar resounds again, closer this