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and protected the blue enemy.
He swung a few more times, and he could tell that the shielding slowly started to grow fainter, losing color and opacity like a picture fading away on a television set. Unfortunately for Darwin, before he could batter the pesky hexagons from existence, they renewed, regaining all the luster they had lost under his barrage. What the hell? Never having run into a real party combo in Tiqpa, this healer shield was almost foreign to him. Most mobs--and players, for that matter--that he had encountered so far had only been focused on damage-dealing.
“Darwin, the yellow guys are spreading yellow stuff everywhere! I can’t do damage!” Minx complained on the other side of the battle field.
“Just a moment,” Daniel called to them as his and Mclean’s daggers dug into the healer cone over and over again like four straws all vying for position as they tried to get the last bit of liquid from the bottom of a movie theater slushy. “There!”
Sure enough, as soon as Daniel had signaled them, Darwin drove his burning blade right through his opponent, melting the creature into a mess of blue liquid. He still had trouble deflecting and dodging the red icicles, but without the yellow shield up protecting the blue tanks, they were able to finish the job easily enough. One by one, the three cones went down and the battle was almost over. Just as they finished off the others, the odd black snow cone condensed into a small black snowball that was tiny enough to fit in one’s hand with room left over for two or three more.
“What do you think we do with that?” Mclean asked, pointing at the floating black ball.
“I . . . I don’t know. It looks like an item. Why don’t I just put it in my inventory and figure it out later?” Darwin asked rhetorically as he stashed the item. They were gamers--of course they were going to take something that had the option to be looted.
“Hey, boss, I need to take your place in the next fight,” Daniel said to him.
“Do you not think you can damage them fast enough?” Darwin misunderstood Daniel’s motivations.
“Those yellow ones . . . Their shielding spell appears to be stronger than any of the player versions I’ve read about. We need them to turn into red-eyes. Our team has no healers at all right now,” Daniel reasoned. “What if we run into a boss that does damage we can’t avoid? A few of those yellow guys might help keep us all from dying instantly.”
“Well . . .” Darwin was about to answer with ‘You’re the boss,’ but he figured that might be in poor taste since, technically, that was still his own role. Sometimes, however, with the way Daniel came up with layouts and formations, battle strategies, group tactics and general logistics, it often felt like he was more in control of the planning than Darwin. “That does sound about right. You sure you don’t want to just steal a whole group and play chess while they level us up?”
Daniel raised a finger as if he had something to say, then lowered it. “I guess not. Maybe just the yellow guys.”
“Alright then, that should be easy enough. Let’s go get us some yellow snow cones.” Darwin laughed and began the walk towards the next group of mobs.
He hadn’t taken more than ten steps before he heard Kitchens behind him. “Minx, put that down. What are you eating?” Kitchens scolded his daughter.
“But red means cherry. It’s tasty!” Minx whimpered. “Even Fuzzy Wuzzy thinks so!”
Darwin turned around to see Minx holding a ball of red snow. She was still licking it and taking bites even after her dad chastised her.
“Come on, try it!” she said, holding out a handful of the enemy’s slushy, red remains.
“I’d rather not. It might be poisonous, and I don’t think any of us have an antidote type of potion,” the ever-vigilant Kitchens replied sternly, not at all swayed by his daughter.
“Darwin, you try then!” Minx produced another giant ball of the red snow
He swung a few more times, and he could tell that the shielding slowly started to grow fainter, losing color and opacity like a picture fading away on a television set. Unfortunately for Darwin, before he could batter the pesky hexagons from existence, they renewed, regaining all the luster they had lost under his barrage. What the hell? Never having run into a real party combo in Tiqpa, this healer shield was almost foreign to him. Most mobs--and players, for that matter--that he had encountered so far had only been focused on damage-dealing.
“Darwin, the yellow guys are spreading yellow stuff everywhere! I can’t do damage!” Minx complained on the other side of the battle field.
“Just a moment,” Daniel called to them as his and Mclean’s daggers dug into the healer cone over and over again like four straws all vying for position as they tried to get the last bit of liquid from the bottom of a movie theater slushy. “There!”
Sure enough, as soon as Daniel had signaled them, Darwin drove his burning blade right through his opponent, melting the creature into a mess of blue liquid. He still had trouble deflecting and dodging the red icicles, but without the yellow shield up protecting the blue tanks, they were able to finish the job easily enough. One by one, the three cones went down and the battle was almost over. Just as they finished off the others, the odd black snow cone condensed into a small black snowball that was tiny enough to fit in one’s hand with room left over for two or three more.
“What do you think we do with that?” Mclean asked, pointing at the floating black ball.
“I . . . I don’t know. It looks like an item. Why don’t I just put it in my inventory and figure it out later?” Darwin asked rhetorically as he stashed the item. They were gamers--of course they were going to take something that had the option to be looted.
“Hey, boss, I need to take your place in the next fight,” Daniel said to him.
“Do you not think you can damage them fast enough?” Darwin misunderstood Daniel’s motivations.
“Those yellow ones . . . Their shielding spell appears to be stronger than any of the player versions I’ve read about. We need them to turn into red-eyes. Our team has no healers at all right now,” Daniel reasoned. “What if we run into a boss that does damage we can’t avoid? A few of those yellow guys might help keep us all from dying instantly.”
“Well . . .” Darwin was about to answer with ‘You’re the boss,’ but he figured that might be in poor taste since, technically, that was still his own role. Sometimes, however, with the way Daniel came up with layouts and formations, battle strategies, group tactics and general logistics, it often felt like he was more in control of the planning than Darwin. “That does sound about right. You sure you don’t want to just steal a whole group and play chess while they level us up?”
Daniel raised a finger as if he had something to say, then lowered it. “I guess not. Maybe just the yellow guys.”
“Alright then, that should be easy enough. Let’s go get us some yellow snow cones.” Darwin laughed and began the walk towards the next group of mobs.
He hadn’t taken more than ten steps before he heard Kitchens behind him. “Minx, put that down. What are you eating?” Kitchens scolded his daughter.
“But red means cherry. It’s tasty!” Minx whimpered. “Even Fuzzy Wuzzy thinks so!”
Darwin turned around to see Minx holding a ball of red snow. She was still licking it and taking bites even after her dad chastised her.
“Come on, try it!” she said, holding out a handful of the enemy’s slushy, red remains.
“I’d rather not. It might be poisonous, and I don’t think any of us have an antidote type of potion,” the ever-vigilant Kitchens replied sternly, not at all swayed by his daughter.
“Darwin, you try then!” Minx produced another giant ball of the red snow
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