Chapter 521 Rescue from the dark (1/2)
The proud Golgari scion charges headfirst toward me, his fancy blade dancing in his hands. This guy really is stupid. Baited so easily, by a monster no less. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that he's diving in so recklessly, it's what I want after all. What I didn't expect was that the rest of the triads in front of me would leap into action the moment he stuck his dumb neck out.
Don't underestimate the power of little rich kids, Anthony! These other Golgari are probably all on the payroll! A personal protection force for the 'young master' as he goes out to seek retribution for the wrongs that were done to him. Despicable. If the Colony jumps out then he'll get to see the true meaning of borrowing the power of your family! It's getting less likely I'm going to get the outcome I want here. Nothing for me to do now but knuckle down and win this battle however I can. If I can do that much then the other ants won't need to get involved.
[I don't think you want to do this, pebble boy,] I warn as I flex my mandibles. [You couldn't handle me last time and I'm a heck of a lot better since then.]
[Taste my blade you tras.h.!.+] He roars back and slashes at me with blinding speed.
Accurate and sharp, his sword light flies toward me, cutting a line straight through the rock where it intersects the ground. Impressive, as always. Let's see how well the 'ol carapace holds up against this one? Tucking my legs and rotating my body, I present my abdomen to the blade and let it hit me as I return fire with acid!
POW! POW! POW!
A rapid fire blast arcs out, causing the charging Warriors to dodge, losing their balance and momentum.
BAM!
The blade slams into me and I rebound through the air a little before landing comfortably on my six legs. The cut has carved a groove into my s.h.i.+ny diamond sh.e.l.l but nothing to write home about. Even my last opponent in the tournament was able to do more damage than this.
[If I give you a hundred free strikes, you might even manage to wound me,] I mock and pump mana into my mandibles.
His expression twists with rage as he wordlessly shouts and unleashes another slash, closing the distance to try and apply his blade to me directly. This guy is way too easy to bait. He's not even bothering to try and block or sever the mind bridge between us. Surely there's a reason for that? Or are these Warriors really so fixated on physical Skills that they don't learn any type of mana manipulation at all?!
In the time it takes my mandibles to charge, six blades of light are already streaking through the air toward me. The strikes are well placed, boxing me in so that I'll have to accept the blows no matter which way I dodge. Which is fine. If they want to try and whittle me down one blow at a time, I'll outpace their damage with my regeneration. If they want to try and wear me down, they'll eventually learn it isn't going to happen with so many Colony members here.
I leap to my right and tuck my left legs to accept two blows before I land. The blades slam into me, cutting deeper than junior's but not by much. Their slashes move slower and may not be as sharp, but they seem to have more 'oomph' behind them. Perhaps a difference in technique or maybe they're simply older and have greater Might? Regardless, my defence is holding up strong. Time for a little offence. The moment I land, another wave of slashes is on its way, but I outmanoeuvre them by turning to the wall and das.h.i.+ng straight up it! My claws dig into the rock and I fly up the round wall of the tunnel until I'm upside down, looking down on the bewildered faces of my foes.
I suppose I must look a little odd, hanging upside down at my size. I'm not a mini little ant like I used to be, after all. I'm close to the size the Queen was before she evolved, so basically a minibus. Well, no need to look up here so foolishly, why don't you Warriors come and join me?
YOINK!