My, what a pair of big, scary eyes, thought Amelia, trying not to yawn. She’s seen this so many times that it’s basic at this point.

  Horace shouted to Amelia.

  “Mum, be careful, those eyes back there are so scary! Please run if ya in danger, I’m so scawwwed!”

  Horace threw his helmet in the arena, trying to scare it away in a feeble protest. He tried, but he ain’t bussin.

  Amelia began to rant at the granny, general nonsense. Pretending to be scared to get Horace riled up. “Ugh, I can’t stand the site of you, ya evil bitch witch! That drip ain’t ballin, you ain’t no Main Character aite!”

  It’s important for Horace to see the serious nature of dungeons if he wants to be an adventurer one day. They are life-changing places, if you can really put the effort in. Amelia thought.

  Knowing the attack patterns like it’s the back of Hayle’s intentionally unshaven, hairy back and putting herself in harm’s way to make a point. Amelia let the granny throw the chair at her.

  Now she knew she could push the next stage of the fight. She activated her ability, Repeater Barrage, a dozen bolts as big as Horace flared out across the arena.

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  The eyes in the darkness blinked. Causing some of the attacks to dissipate mid-flight. And Amelia faked as if this was a big deal. “Damn you! You’re not going to take me or my nipper!” The rest of the bolts still crashed into the environment with loud BANG BANG BANG’s

  She fired off another round, this time aiming at the granny, but the creature's eye blink began interfering once more. All her attacks vanished, and the granny convulsed around as if preparing to do something.

  Amelia countered this, charging in and kicking it over the darkness, like how she planned from the start. Let’s get phase II going, I’m too hungry for this shit now, She thought.

  What was once a fun, colourful place quickly turned into a scene straight out of a wasteland.

  She used her Repeater Barrage again. Pouring more Kaha into this time. Hundreds of bolts the size of Horace were ready to flare out.

  Thick dust was blowing around, and pieces of the wooden chairs rained down around the arena, landing at the sides of Amelia and some as far as Horace as the bolts blew up the environment around the arena.

  Other bolts flew into the granny on the floor, leaving her with barely a single leg and no arms or head left. Enraged, the orange eyes began to move in closer from the darkness. Slowly, a dark brown bed frame began to enter the picture. Huge bedknobs morphed into hands and feet, shuffling into view. A large white sheet adorned it with a shimmering appearance as if enchanted, caught Horace’s eye.

  “Horace, be careful, it’s never done this before! I’m not sure I can beat it.” Amelia shouted at him.

  Horace wasn’t listening. He was too afraid of the big, scary bed that just picked up the granny and ate her.