Chapter 48: Grand…ish Strategy
“Oh yeah? Well, William Oh invented the chain of command, which he then used to strangle a supposedly ‘immortal’ cyclops who could only be wounded by metaphor. Top that.
- Mack Daniels, level 30 Climber
A moment later, the oversized Rustic Brawler emerged from the water, struggling with an eel larger than a man. It looked…pissed.
“Dragon Eel!” Roger shouted over the thrashing of water. Will detected a shift in the creature’s throat an instant before Roger yanked it’s head to the side.
A torrent of acid erupted from its mouth and sailed off into the distance, landing among the weeds of the swamp, which immediately began to smoke.
“These things make some of the best leather Relics this side of the seventh floor! Most of your Party are lightweights so it’s worth seeing what this guy drops.”
Crack!
Roger snapped the monster’s neck and threw it up on the dry path, climbing out of the waist-deep water, idly brushing off leeches.
Miasma began to flicker and unravel, rising from the corpse of the monster in a way that almost looked like smoke, if the smoke had been alive.