Cinnamon Bun

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine - Super Smash Bunnies Melee

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine - Super Smash Bunnies Melee

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine - Super Smash Bunnies Melee

With songs to give a spring to our step and ward away the boredom, our trip through the forest passed with surprising speed. Momma had brought sandwiches, proving that she really deserved her name. We ate those while walking a little slower, then continued on our path heading north-ish.

A few hours passed, and while I was definitely feeling the burn in my legs, and I was glad that I wasnt the one singing, I still felt pretty good when we finally arrived on the edges of the ruins.

Here, Peter said as he bounced ahead, then knelt next to a stack of squarish stones. This is the edge. Enemies from here on out.

No more singing then, I said.

No, thats fine. Theyre almost entirely deaf, Peter said. Have you all fought the undead before?

I nodded, but my friends couldnt say the same. Perhaps you could tell us a little bit about them, Bastion said.

Buster hummed. Depends on which sort youre fighting. The ghosts here are easy to dispatch. Hardly worth the effort. The wraiths are a little more dangerous.

Those sorts can hear you, Carrot said. But not that well. Theyre pretty weak. A kid could rekill them.

Rekill? I repeated.

Well, theyre already dead, arent they?

That was fair.

The skeletons are the ones to watch out for, Peter said. Theyre surprisingly quiet, blend into the foliage, and can move fairly quickly. They tend to hover around levels ten to twelve.

I nodded. A tiny bit stronger than me and most of my friends. Any weaknesses? I asked. I know that Cleaning magic does a number on them.

Cleaning...? Buster raised an eyebrow. Holy magic will take them out instantly. Otherwise, theyre difficult to take out with pure magic. They dont have flesh to burn, blood to freeze, or a heart to pierce. Blunt force works best.

I shifted my grip on my warspade, and Awen hung onto her hammer with both hands while Amaryllis released her knife and shifted a little.

Our formation will have us older buns circling around you. You all seem to have a ranged option. Use that if youre certain your blow will land. But conserve your mana and ammunition, Momma said.

I nodded and soon we were moving deeper into the ruins. There were fewer trees as we pushed ahead. Large patches of the ground had slabs of cracked stone, and the land around us evened out a lot compared to the rolling hills we had been travelling.

We spread out a little, no more than a meter between all of us, but instead of the single file we had been walking in, we now formed a wedge shape, with Buster in the centre, and Carrot and Momma to the sides. Peter slunk back and I spotted him jumping from tree-to-tree.

Ahead! he called, with no attempt at stealth despite hiding. Six skeletons visible. They look corrupted.

Momma nodded. Buster, first. Expect more to show up.

We broke through a bushy hedge and came across a little group of skeletons squatting down and... not doing much, really.

They looked kind of human, but I couldnt be sure, not with the way some of them were deformed. One had a leg that was fused together at the knee, some had longer arms than normal, and ones skull looked like someone had made a perfect skull out of clay, then squished it while it was still wet.

The skeletons turned towards us, and between one moment and the next, launched themselves right at us.

They were fast! Moving with jittery motions and the clatter of loose bones on the stone below. I gasped as Buster stepped up and met the first of them with a downward swing of his hammer. The weapon glowed red-hot a moment before impact, and when it hit I felt the heat wash over me from two meters back.

The skeleton crumbled, but the other five were closer now and didnt seem to care. One rammed into Busters shield while Carrot and Momma moved up to flank the rest of them.

Amaryllis fired off a bolt of zig-zagging lightning that struck one of the skeletons in the back of the group and tore off one of its arms.

Momma and Carrot both hit their opponents with twisting kicks that slammed right into their bony sterums and sent them whooshing back.

Feeling a bit useless, I brought my arms up and started to prepare some fireballs. But Cleaning magic was good against the undead... I pulled my mana back, twisted it into Cleaning magic, and fired off five bolts of cleaning magic that zoomed out and crashed into the skeletons.

All five collapsed like bags of bones.

Momma paused and looked over to me. Cleaning magic? she asked.

It gets good at Expert rank, I explained.

Ding! Congratulations, you have fractured the souls of three (3) Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress Level 11! Bonus Exp was granted for exorcising a monster above your level!

Oh, I didnt get the experience for two of them, I said.

Carrot spun so fast I only caught a blur as she bounced over to the skeletons, cracking their heads with five quick hops.

Ding! Congratulations, you have cracked the bones of three (2) Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress Level 11! Bonus Exp was granted for exorcising a monster above your level! EXP reduced for fighting as a group!

I dont think Ive ever seen Cleaning at Expert, Momma said. Interesting. From now on, hit them with that as soon as you can. Keep an eye on your mana and call out at every quarter down. Amaryllis, Awen, your job is now to guard her. Bastion, watch our backs.

Yes maam, Bastion said.

Peter landed ahead of us. More of them, he said. More than last report, even. The dungeons entrance is hardly guarded though.

Then we move towards it, Momma said. We can stop at a few choke points on the way and use them to keep the skeletons numbers down as we move.

Peter nodded. Ill go set some traps. With that, he bounced so hard and fast that he left a small crater on the ground where hed taken off from.

These skeletons are little more than chaff, Momma said. But it sometimes only takes one wrong move to get injured enough to compromise a team. So were going to do things by the book, alright?

I nodded. Momma was kind of scary when she was being serious.

We moved on, keeping our formation tight while looking all around. For a moment, I thought that there might not be any more skeletons after all. Then a bush exploded and I was proven quite wrong.

Before I had even finished flinching, Momma intercepted the skeleton with a knee, then she punched it with a glowing fist so hard that its skull burst apart into so much dust and shrapnel.

Whoa, I said.

Pugilism is a fine art, Momma said as she shook out her fist. You can never be disarmed if your arms are your weapons.

So cool, I said.

Carrot snorted. Her ears twisted this way and that to scan our surroundings, but she did turn back to stare my way. Youve got some Mystic Bun stuff too, right?

I nodded. Yep. Way of the Mystic Bun. Is that what you have? I asked.

Carrot grinned. Something like that. Just keep training, Im sure youll be real scary in a few years.

Im not sure if scary is what Im aiming for, I said.

Children, pay attention, Momma said.

We pushed through a spot covered in greenery, then broke out onto what looked like a street. Ruined buildings lined the sides, none with any roofs, but there were stone walls still standing, some with cutouts where doors and windows would have been.

The dungeon is at the end of this row, then to the right, Buster said. He gestured ahead with the haft of his hammer, then he tensed. More.

Everyone stopped as the skittering of bones started to sound out from all around us. I felt a chill go down my spine, then found that every breath I took felt cold, and not the fresh sort of cold that made you feel alive.

Carrot smacked her fists together and her gauntlet-covered fists started to glow. Wights.

Huh? I asked.

Ghostly hands started to push through the walls of the nearest buildings just as an entire army of skeletons started to crawl up the ruins and even more charged down the lane. It would have been frankly terrifying if it wasnt noon and the sun wasnt bright and shiny overhead.

I raised an arm and fired off a burst of cleaning magic at the group charging us. It hit a few of them, but only two fell down while the rest merely lost a limb or two. Uh oh, I said.

I either needed to hit them dead-on, or I wasnt using enough magic to get the job done.

Amaryllis started to unleash her magic into the bigger groups, the explosions tearing some of the skeletons apart and when they hit the occasional ghost they would practically melt in mid-air.

Awen joined in too, firing bolt after bolt into the skeletons atop the walls. Her aim was surprisingly good.

Still, for all the damage we were doing, there were way too many skeletons. Momma and Carrot hopped forwards and struck almost at the same time.

If I thought that Amaryllis was loud, then the two proved that she wasnt on the same level. Each punch, charged with writhing magic, impacted the skeletons like sledgehammers and sent shockwaves through the air.

Even better yet, both women were really fast. They wove and ducked between the monsters, avoiding swipes and delivering devastating kicks in return.

They fought in a way that I found really familiar. Landing, hitting once or twice, then jumping away before the skeletons and wights could react. But I could tell right away that both of them were a whole league ahead of my own fumbling style. Their hits were fast and hard, and they moved with a sort of bouncy grace that I couldnt hope to match.

I refocused and opened fire with more cleaning blasts. If one or two skimmed past a friend, then that wasnt too bad. One of the big advantages of cleaning magic in this scenario.

Mana

97/130

Down to, uh, seventy-five percent, I said.

Keep it up, Momma said. She ran up the front of a skeleton, kicked its head off, then flipped in the air and landed in a low stance that turned into a lunge to punch another skeleton in the side. She didnt even sound winded.

I took a deep breath and doubled down on the cleaning magic, more bolts joining Amaryllis wild bursts of lightning and Awens far more precise strikes. Any skeleton that slipped past Carrot and Momma was beaten down by Buster or skewered by Bastion.

The flood of skeletons dropped to a trickle, then stopped outright, leaving us panting in the middle of the road. My friends and I were panting, the buns seemed totally fine, and Bastion was barely breathing hard.

Ding! Congratulations, twelve (12) Skeletal Guards of Newbining Fortress Level 11! And four (4) Spirits of Forgotten Pain Level 13! Picked a bone with the wrong buns! Bonus Exp was granted for exorcising a monster above your level! EXP reduced for fighting as a group!

Still no level up?

Momma picked a piece of bone from the plates of her gauntlet. Is everyone alright? she asked.

I looked at my friends, who all looked fine. I think so, I said.

Peter reappeared atop one of the stone walls. There are a few more groups, but theyre further out. It should be clear from here to the dungeons entrance.

Well then, Momma said. Lets get going. It would be nice to be out before the sun sets.

I felt a bit out of place amongst the easy nonchalance of the buns at all the violence. Sure, the skeletons were dungeon monsters, so they werent as real as real people, sorta, but it felt a little weird not to at least try and talk to them.

Amaryllis patted my back, and I smiled at her as we continued on.

Soon, we were at the entrance to the dungeon.

It was a castle. Old and decrepit, with sections having fallen apart. There was evidence that it had been a real fortress at one time, but that must have been long ago.

The entrance was a gaping maw, a tunnel that led on into darkness.

You are Entering the Newbining Fortress

Dungeon Level 10-14

Your entire party has entered the Dungeon

Seal Dungeon until exit?

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