Still in awe at the sight of his mum. Horace had to be ushered into the dungeon. She remembered that Hayle was cooking tonight and no cap, she wanted to visit Flavourville with some Dornam street barbecue.

  Meeple glazed Gigantobisen ribs and sweet zinging chillay Chikin Wings were on her mind more than what was awaiting them both in the fight ahead. I’m going to have some minty-sitrus soda with my meat. I love that good stuff. Amelia thought whilst taking hold of Horace’s hand as they passed through the entranceway.

  The room they transported into was a large circular arena that could have fit all the inhabitants of Murk city and more. A few hundred thousand or so roughly. Not small by any means. The seating area had been painted in a weird design choice of the gods, to look like a fairy tale forest with mushay and colourful plants around it.

  Horace felt weird. The vibe checks made his senses go into overdrive and even though he couldn’t be harmed, he didn’t quite know that, and looking at the old lady made his heart race. A small faceless old lady sat in a rocking chair. She didn’t move an inch and the room was silent.

  “Stay back here now ok luv. This is the boundary line, it’s safe from the mean little lady.” Is what Amelia told Horace, but she lied like a cheap broke 3 hours ago watch. It was just so Horace couldn’t be blown back from her weapons backdraft on firing.

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  “Kay, I’ll cheer for you! Woo Mum Mum Mum!” Horace frantically jumped up and down, throwing his arms in the air because he REALLY cared. Amelia would have shed a tear, but it would have damaged the electronics in her Shineway brand Track-a-goggles.

  She brought out her Repeater Digibow - Black with dark green shimmers similar to her attire. Filled with mechanical parts that glowed white and red from the heat buildup. Horace thought it was cool as hell. He didn’t know, but it was heavier than he was, and Amelia was holding it with her left hand whilst the free hand rested on her hips like a boss.

  Amelia casually wandered to the circular sandy brown platform where the statue-like old granny began to casually rock back and forth in her chair, faster and faster as she reached her.

  She raised the weapon at her; the blowback generated a huge wind that blew off Horace’s helmet it into the barrier behind him. His hair stood up like he had achieved Ultra Sayin 3 or Kyubi Sage Gear 6 anime look. If he could have seen it, he would have been buzzing. Real talk.

  The bolt however, generated zero noise. It silently tore through the old lady until it reached the northern seating area. Filling the dungeon with a boom and a long period of crackling from the debris crashing around.

  A hole that showed nothing but endless darkness was agape. Where a hundred or so seats were previously.

  The old lady was still upright. Amelia lowered her weapon to her side. Horace was buzzing. He just watched Amelia win in one go!

  Then he saw a pair of large orange eyes open up in that darkness.