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  [colpse]Chapter One Hundred ay-Nine - Super Smash Bunnies Melee

  With songs to give a spring to our step and ward away the boredom, our trip through the forest passed with surprising speed. Momma had brought sandwiches, proving that she really deserved her name. We ate those while walking a little slower, then tinued on our path heading north-ish.

  A few hours passed, and while I was definitely feeling the burn in my legs, and I was gd that I wasn’t the one singing, I still felt pretty good when we finally arrived on the edges of the ruins.

  “Here,” Peter said as he bounced ahead, the o a stack of squarish stones. “This is the edge. Enemies from here on out.”

  “No more singing then,” I said.

  “No, that’s fihey’re almost entirely deaf,” Peter said. “Have you all fought the undead before?”

  I nodded, but my friends couldn’t say the same. “Perhaps you could tell us a little bit about them,” Bastion said.

  Buster hummed. “Depends on which sort you’re fighting. The ghosts here are easy to dispatch. Hardly worth the effort. The wraiths are a little more dangerous.”

  “Those sorts hear you,” Carrot said. “But not that well. They’re pretty weak. A kid could rekill them.”

  “Rekill?” I repeated.

  “Well, they’re already dead, aren’t they?”

  That was fair.

  “The skeletons are the oo watch out for,” Peter said. “They’re surprisingly quiet, blend into the foliage, and move fairly quickly. They tend to hover around levels ten to twelve.”

  I nodded. A tiny bit strohan me and most of my friends. “Any weaknesses?” I asked. “I know that ing magic does a number on them.”

  “ing...?” Buster raised an eyebrow. “Holy magic will take them out instantly. Otherwise, they’re difficult to take out with pure magic. They don’t have flesh to burn, blood to freeze, or a heart to pierce. Blunt force works best.”

  I shifted my grip on my ade, and Awen hung onto her hammer with both hands while Amaryllis released her knife and shifted a little.

  “Our formation will have us older buns cirg around you. You all seem to have a ranged option. Use that if you’re certain your blow will nd. But serve your mana and ammunition,” Momma said.

  I nodded and soon we were moving deeper into the ruins. There were fewer trees as we pushed ahead. Large patches of the ground had sbs of cracked stone, and the nd around us evened out a lot pared to the rolling hills we had been travelling.

  We spread out a little, no more than a meter between all of us, but instead of the single file we had been walking in, we now formed a wedge shape, with Buster in the tre, and Carrot and Momma to the sides. Peter slunk bad I spotted him jumping from tree-to-tree.

  “Ahead!” he called, with no attempt at stealth despite hiding. “Six skeletons visible. They look corrupted.”

  Momma nodded. “Buster, first. Expect more to show up.”

  We broke through a bushy hedge and came across a little group of skeletons squatting down and... not doing much, really.

  They looked kind of human, but I couldn’t be sure, not with the way some of them were deformed. One had a leg that was fused together at the knee, some had longer arms than normal, and one’s skull looked like someone had made a perfect skull out of cy, then squished it while it was still wet.

  The skeletons turowards us, aween one moment and the , uhemselves right at us.

  They were fast! Moving with jittery motions and the ctter of loose bones oone below. I gasped as Buster stepped up ahe first of them with a downward swing of his hammer. The on glowed red-hot a moment before impact, and when it hit I felt the heat wash over me from two meters back.

  The skeleton crumbled, but the other five were closer now and didn’t seem to care. One rammed into Buster’s shield while Carrot and Momma moved up to fnk the rest of them.

  Amaryllis fired off a bolt of zig-zagging lightning that strue of the skeletons in the back of the group and tore off one of its arms.

  Momma and Carrot both hit their oppos with twisting kicks that smmed right into their bony sterums ahem whooshing back.

  Feeling a bit useless, I brought my arms up and started to prepare some fireballs. But ing magic was good against the undead... I pulled my mana back, twisted it into ing magid fired off five bolts of ing magic that zoomed out and crashed into the skeletons.

  All five colpsed like bags of bones.

  Momma paused and looked over to me. “ing magic?” she asked.

  “It gets good at Expert rank,” I expined.

  Ding! gratutions, you have fractured the souls of three (3) ‘Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress’ Level 11! Bonus Exp was granted for exorg a monster above your level!

  “Oh, I didn’t get the experience for two of them,” I said.

  Carrot spun so fast I only caught a blur as she bounced over to the skeletons, crag their heads with five quick hops.

  Ding! gratutions, you have cracked the bones of three (2) ‘Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress’ Level 11! Bonus Exp was granted for exorg a monster above your level! EXP reduced fhting as a group!

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen ing at Expert,” Momma said. “Iing. From now on, hit them with that as soon as you . Keep an eye on your mana and call out at every quarter down. Amaryllis, Awen, your job is now to guard her. Bastion, watch our backs.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Bastion said.

  Peter nded ahead of us. “More of them,” he said. “More than st report, even. The dungeorance is hardly guarded though.”

  “Then we move towards it,” Momma said. “We stop at a few choke points on the way and use them to keep the skeleton’s numbers down as we move.”

  Peter nodded. “I’ll go set some traps.” With that, he bounced so hard and fast that he left a small crater on the ground where he’d taken off from.

  “These skeletons are little more than chaff,” Momma said. “But it sometimes only takes one wrong move to get injured enough to promise a team. So we’re going to do things by the book, alright?”

  I nodded. Momma was kind of scary when she was being serious.

  We moved on, keeping our formation tight while looking all around. For a moment, I thought that there might not be any more skeletons after all. Then a bush exploded and I roven quite wrong.

  Before I had even finished fling, Momma intercepted the skeleton with a khen she pu with a glowing fist so hard that its skull burst apart into so much dust and shrapnel.

  “Whoa,” I said.

  “Pugilism is a fi,” Momma said as she shook out her fist. “You ever be disarmed if your arms are your ons.”

  “So cool,” I said.

  Carrot snorted. Her ears twisted this way and that to s our surroundings, but she did turn back to stare my way. “You’ve got some Mysti stuff tht?”

  I nodded. “Yep. Way of the Mysti. Is that what you have?” I asked.

  Carrot grinned. “Something like that. Just keep training, I’m sure you’ll be real scary in a few years.”

  “I’m not sure if scary is what I’m aiming for,” I said.

  “Children, pay attention,” Momma said.

  We pushed through a spot covered in greenery, then broke out onto what looked like a street. Ruined buildings lihe sides, h any roofs, but there were stone walls still standing, some with cutouts where doors and windows would have been.

  “The dungeon is at the end of this row, then to the right,” Buster said. He gestured ahead with the haft of his hammer, theensed. “More.”

  Everyoopped as the skittering of boarted to sound out from all around us. I felt a chill go down my spihen found that every breath I took felt cold, and not the fresh sort of cold that made you feel alive.

  acked her fists together and her gau-covered fists started to glow. “Wights.”

  “Huh?” I asked.

  Ghostly hands started to push through the walls of the buildings just as aire army of skeletons started to crawl up the ruins and even more charged down the would have been frankly terrifying if it wasn’t noon and the sun wasn’t bright and shiny overhead.

  I raised an arm and fired off a burst of ing magic at the group charging us. It hit a few of them, but only two fell down while the rest merely lost a limb or two. “Uh oh,” I said.

  I either o hit them dead-on, or I wasn’t using enough magic to get the job done.

  Amaryllis started to unleash her magito the bigger groups, the explosions tearing some of the skeletons apart and when they hit the occasional ghost they would practically melt in mid-air.

  Awen joined in too, firing bolt after bolt into the skeletons atop the walls. Her aim was surprisingly good.

  Still, for all the damage we were doing, there were way too many skeletons. Momma and Carrot hopped forwards and struck almost at the same time.

  If I thought that Amaryllis was loud, thewo proved that she wasn’t on the same level. Each punch, charged with writhing magic, impacted the skeletons like sledgehammers a shockwaves through the air.

  Eveer yet, both women were really fast. They wove and ducked between the monsters, avoiding swipes and deliveriating kicks iurn.

  They fought in a way that I found really familiar. Landing, hitting once or twice, then jumping away before the skeletons and wights could react. But I could tell right away that both of them were a whole league ahead of my own fumbling style. Their hits were fast and hard, and they moved with a sort of bouncy grace that I couldn’t hope to match.

  I refocused and opened fire with more ing bsts. If one or two skimmed past a friend, then that wasn’t too bad. One of the big advantages of ing magi this sario.

  Mana97/130

  “Down to, uh, seventy-five pert,” I said.

  “Keep it up,” Momma said. She ran up the front of a skeleton, kicked its head off, then flipped in the air and nded in a low stahat turned into a luo punother skeleton in the side. She didn’t even sound winded.

  I took a deep breath and doubled down on the ing magic, more bolts joining Amaryllis’ wild bursts of lightning and Awen’s far more precise strikes. Any skeleton that slipped past Carrot and Momma was beaten down by Buster or skewered by Bastion.

  The flood of skeletons dropped to a trickle, then stopped ht, leaving us panting in the middle of the road. My friends and I were panting, the buns seemed totally fine, and Bastion was barely breathing hard.

  Ding! gratutions, twelve (12) ‘Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress’ Level 11! And four (4) ‘Spirits of Fotten Pain’ Level 13! Picked a boh the wrong buns! Bonus Exp was granted for exorg a monster above your level! EXP reduced fhting as a group!

  Still no level up?

  Momma picked a piece of bone from the ptes of her gau. “Is everyone alright?” she asked.

  I looked at my friends, who all looked fine. “I think so,” I said.

  Peter reappeared atop one of the stone walls. “There are a few mroups, but they’re further out. It should be clear from here to the dungeorance.”

  “Well then,” Momma said. “Let’s get going. It would be o be out before the sus.”

  I felt a bit out of pce amongst the easy nonce of the buns at all the violence. Sure, the skeletons were dungeon monsters, so they weren’t as real as real people, sorta, but it felt a little weird not to at least try and talk to them.

  Amaryllis patted my back, and I smiled at her as we tinued on.

  Soon, we were at the entrao the dungeon.

  It was a castle. Old and decrepit, with ses having fallen apart. There was evidehat it had been a real fortress at oime, but that must have been long ago.

  The entrance ing maw, a tuhat led on into darkness.

  You are Entering the Newbining FortressDungeon Level 10-14Your entire party has ehe DungeonSeal Dungeon until exit?

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