She sat on my shoulder, breathing heavily. She’d used 24 of her 26 mana points in seconds. Both of the monsters fell over, dead and steaming. “Die!” Donut screamed, shooting two more missiles. Where there are dingoes, their Kobold riders and slave masters usually aren’t far behind. The Danger Dingo features a stronger body, sharper teeth, and a penchant for black metal bands such as Dimmu Borgir and Satyricon. These aren’t the cute, cuddly, baby-eating puppies from the land down under. The AI approximated a terrible Australian accent. They got up and continued toward us snarling and snapping. Both of the creatures hit the ground, their health moving into the red. She fired off two rapid-succession missiles. She dug her paws painfully into my shoulder as she tensed. She was starting to reply to me, but she squealed in anger the moment the mobs appeared. I stepped out, waiting for them to round the corner. “We need to see what the mobs are before we force confrontations.” The creatures paused, then they both stopped in the hallway and started moving quickly in our direction. With her collar charm and crupper, she sounded like a bell. It’s taking much too long,” Donut said, hopping up and down.
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