Chapter 215 – Weaponised Ferocity
<span style="font-weight:400">I don’t know exactly what we expected to see after the massive gate swung open, but I guess total darkness is not far from it. All in all, we have been picking locks at an ancient entrance of a supposedly deadmunity. They might have once been something incredible, and right now, we are about to discover if it was true for ourselves, about to venture into the possible ruins and dusty remains of a lost civilization.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, not entirely lost since the Dwarves still are good and dandy back in their farawaynds, but the same can’t be said about those protecting and managing these ces. I do wonder how much of their culture was left behind in these supposed tunnels. My excitement at such discovery might notpare to Sirgia’s even in the slightest, but it’s still rather high up there.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have more than one of those head lights?” I ask my shortpanion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, Master.” The craft Dwarfdy nods and summons another one from her spatial storage. “Here you are. We might need them. There doesn’t seem to be any power in the lighting system. It’s not a surprise if it hasn’t been manually maintained for decades, if not longer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Power? What was it powered with?” I raise a curious brow at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“ording to the legends, massive spiritual furnaces that burned mana-infused crystals and gemstones. All that spiritual energy then flowed through pipes covered in special sent and runes that kept all that mana inside the ducts. Those were connected to all the major utilities like lighting, heating, water pumps, and so on. It beats having people dedicated to spending their entire days or weeks walking around and resupplying every single crystal and device by hand. Especially in a massive, dark ce like this,” she exins with clear pride in her voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">It might not exactly fall under magitech yet, but those were quite close, I would say. It shouldn’t be that shocking considering how crafty in terms of engineering Dwarves usually are in most stories. In the end, I have a perfect example right by my side. With just the slightest little nudge from me, Sirgia designed plenty of <i><span style="font-weight:400">gadgets</i><span style="font-weight:400"> from Earth within the restraints of the current realm. Even without my assistance, she was already a great artificer.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think we would be able to restore that power?” I put the hat on and turn the light, shooting a white beam into the darkness. “That would certainly make it easier to explore this ce, which I’m fairly sure you would love to do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia fidgets a little next to me. “If you think we have the time, Master…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Chuckling gently, I ruffle through her hair. “This is your trip, your adventure. I’m just your bodyguard. My mission is to deliver you safely to your homnd. So, wherever you go, I go too. I ain’t leaving your side for a moment. Okay, maybe save for toilet time. That you can handle on your own, I think.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She lets out an adorable giggle and shoots me a pretty smile. “Thank you, Master. I’m sure it will be worth it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seeing this lovely smile of yours is already making it worth it.” I wink at her and Sirgia’s cheeks colour faintly. “So you want to go in or should we spend a night outside first?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking thoughtful, she nces between our campfire and the mysterious depths. “Inside should be safer. Especially with our hidden residence. And there shouldn’t be anything we have to worry about in there. All the defensive measures should be down.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Should</i><span style="font-weight:400"> being the keyword here.” I wave a finger at her. “But, I agree. Let’s collect our stuff before the gate closes. No idea how long it stays open like this. You ready too, Diana? Or should we give you some time to hunt a little more? You might have to eat the rations we prepared for you for who knows how long.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Our caninepanion gives the forest behind us one more nce before returning her attention to the front and shaking her head like a drill, along with the rest of her body. The two of us chuckle at the entertaining sight and take that as a confirmation that she is up for it. Maybe she will be able to leave with her ability once we step inside. Not sure if we are going to try in case she ends up blocked when trying to get back in. Sirgia will have to decide once we gather more information on the seals and arrays keeping this ce safe from outside interference.
<span style="font-weight:400">So, we get to work and clean our camp up as much as we can. We won’t be able to erase all traces, but it isn’t a problem. It’s not like someone whoes here to ponder the sealed entrance is going to figure out that we went inside. There already were some signs of other people staying the night around here so I assume it’s not that umon of a sightseeing spot. It’s not even hidden, really.
<span style="font-weight:400">After we are packed up once more and Diana isfortably inside the harness with the saddle and other equipment, the two of us share a nod of understanding and start walking through the gate. The big protective wolf takes my left while Sirgia takes the right. We follow the ruined road until it bes a functional road at the doorstep, just very, very old and dirty. It resembles one of those legendary Roman paths that survived centuries, only pure ck and ominous. Our steps kick up clouds of ancient dust, revealing more details underneath the thickyer.
<span style="font-weight:400">When our group is safely a few metres inside, the old mechanism jolts itself to work again, causing us to jump in surprise, and the two giant wings begin closing up. I guess there has to be some kind of a magical motion trigger that makes the whole thing understand people have wandered in or out and it’s time to seal the passage once more. We stand there and watch as the gap grows smaller and smaller, soon disappearingpletely with the familiar noise of both the locks we have solved earlier falling into ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m d to know we haven’t permanently unlocked them. That could have been a problem.
<span style="font-weight:400">But, no use thinking about it now. And no need to.
<span style="font-weight:400">We turn to the road ahead of us. The sheer size of the tunnel we have entered is overwhelming. This passage could easily serve as an interstate highway going through a mountain, with at least threenes on each side. I think the slight squeeze near the end is intentional, either for security reasons or something else. You could fit more defenders on this side while the invaders had to push through a narrower entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">This long cavern is just as high as the gate, not rising any higher, and it most likely didn’t need to in the past. I can’t imagine anything this massive being capable of regr travel throughout this world, even with the mastery of the Dwarves. A damn Dragon couldfortably fly through this passage, depending on the case, of course. The residents wouldn’t be happy no matter the size anyway, most likely.
<span style="font-weight:400">There are no niches or other passages in the walls around us, only the straight tunnel ahead. If there is any checkpoint or military fort, it has to be ced deeper in, which would be smart. The potential enemy would need to retreat in a straight line in the case of failure, open to a vicious counterattack. If they wouldn’t end up locked inside in the first ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">But, I can spot the crystals used for lighting Sirgia has mentioned. They are embedded into the ceiling in two even rows and are massive on their own. From where we stand, they look to be the size of a person. A Dwarf, of course. Their surface is ck and shiny right now, making me wonder what kind of light they emit when supplied with mana.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s like time has stopped here,” Sirgia whispers while looking around and shining hermp everywhere. “No traces of battle, damage, death, just apleteck of presence for a long period. If every section is like this, we might really have a chance to power it back up, Master. Maybe the fuel hasn’t fully run out and we will find enough of it in the warehouses.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s too early to judge, but that would be nice.” I nod to myself. “Now think what would your n think if they learned you not only unlocked the route of the ancients but even restored it to its former greatness, providing your allies a safe passage through the mountains.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes grow wide to the brim as her gaze snaps to my face. “That… That would be…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heroic? Legendary? Enough to show everyone how much of a badass you are?” I grin at her. “Plus, it would definitely help us out too with any future expeditions. Not to mention providing a safe haven for those in need.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We would need people to run it. Not even all of us from the mansion are enough to maintain something like this.” She turns a tad hesitant.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Baby steps, dear, baby steps.” I chuckle softly. “First, we find something that can prove we have unearthed the secrets of the ancients. Then, we gain the respect of your kin and make you the boss. And next, we find worthy allies to recruit for this project. It might take a while, but it’s not impossible. You are a Forgegraver, aren’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">For a moment, she looks like she is going to use the <i><span style="font-weight:400">branch family</i><span style="font-weight:400"> card again, but seeing my confident gaze, she tosses it away and responds with a gentle smile. “I am. And I will make my name as famous as the Mad Lady’s to make you proud, Master.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s the spirit!” I scoop her up into a warm hug. “They have no idea what’sing for them!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She giggles into my ear. “They certainly are not expecting the Demigod of Lust in the flesh to be heading for theirnds.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, that’s not what I meant, but I guess you aren’t wrong.” Smirking, I let my lovely Dwarf girl down. “Should we head deeper? I can’t see any good spots to hide the suitcase in. Of course, there are your concealing enchantments, but I would sleep easier knowing it isn’t simply sitting out in the open like this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s walk, then. There should be a guardhouse or something. There is no way the entrance waspletely unguarded in the past,” Sirgia points out and Diana gives an affirming bark, which echoes throughout the long cave, making us bothugh openly.
<span style="font-weight:400">We better watch out for any sonic abilities in here or it won’t end well for our hearing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shining our lights here and there we begin our family trek. Besides the sounds of our footsteps, there is barely any noise present. Our boots scrape against the tough floor of the once magnificent road, leaving deep imprints in the grey dust. Thanks to that, we can tell that no one else was in here for a damn long time. I don’t even want to think how much work would be needed to clean this whole ce up without any clever Dwarven contraptions or simply magic.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nothing really catches our attention for about five minutes. Then, the beams we emit forward stumble on a change in the shape of the passage. It bes clear that it expands past a certain point, and we can spot the sharp edges of what might be buildings or segments of a different structure. Sharing an excited nce, we pick up the pace. I remain just as vignt for the both of us, just in case. Diana seems focused on making sure we aren’t surprised by anyone or anything too.
<span style="font-weight:400">Carefully, we reach the spot and peek inside to get a better view. What greets us resembles a militaristic fortification with plenty of archer positions, ramparts, multiple levels, and defensive ranks. It kind of resembles a courtyard surrounded by the walls of a keep or its watchtowers, justcking the element of openness from above. Or a rectangr diatorial arena with the top covered.
<span style="font-weight:400">The <i><span style="font-weight:400">buildings</i><span style="font-weight:400"> set in the walls of the man-made cavern are of grey shade just like everything else save for the road we have been travelling over. They seem to be intentionally merging when you look at them from this lower angle to make it harder for the viewer to spot the turns, junctions, and specific floors. Thankfully, we don’t need to figure that out too hard because there are no angry defenders set up on top of these fortifications.
<span style="font-weight:400">They even had something akin to oil drop-off holes right above our heads where the entrance opens up into this area. A slight shiver passes through my spine as I imagine the horrors of getting sshed with that evil, burning substance close to napalm. The Dwarves were not ying around. I bet this wasn’t even their cruellest device installed here in the past.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, we got to the guardhouse. Impressive. A small army could fit here. If the races outside were aware of the possibilities provided by such arrangements, there is no surprise Humans didn’t seriously attempt to break through your defences and secure thesenes,” Iment with a quiet whistle. “Though, a few powerful mages could possibly wreck this ce given enough time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not necessarily, Master.” Sirgia spins to face me, shielding hermp so as not to blind my eyes and I do the same. “If I’m not mistaken, this isn’t your typical mountain stone. I had a feeling since the moment we set foot in here. It’s only made to look so unremarkable and matching withmon grey rock. I believe it’s actually Inversicate. This mountain range could house a vein or two, creating a reason for why my ancestors picked this specific area for the passage.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And what is that?” I ask, first time hearing such a name.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A mineral with low traces of mana-sensitive metals inside it. When properly mined and processed, it gains the ability to disperse magic up to a certain Tier. Some spells might even get flung back at the caster or have their effects altered. Haven’t you felt something the deeper we walked, Master?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now that you mention it, I did a bit, but I guess it’s not as noticeable as I’m not a pure magical ss. My senses do seem a little boxed in. I just assumed that’s because of where we are.” I scratch my cheek, reexamining our surroundings. “Does this Inversicate retain its qualities forever or does its effectiveness fade with time?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It should be safe to assume that it retains most of its strength, half at worst. ces like these have been built for generations. And this would be another thing the Dwarves of the past wanted to keep sealed within this sad tomb. We lost ess to this mineral long ago, and so did the rest of the world as a result. It’s now one of our only advantages in the chance that Humans or someone else decides to invade ournds once more as many of our keeps, castles, fortresses, or sometimes walls are at least sprinkled with it. Unlike the newer structures,” she exins.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. It would be too risky to create new mines outside of these ces as that could garner the attention of the realm. With the way of essing this ce forgotten, you lost your only relevant supply. That’s extremely unlucky,” Iment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Or lucky for us.” Sirgia grins cutely. “This could be an important card in future negotiations, not to mention the monopoly you would have on the mineral if you wished to extract it again, Master. First, for our personal use, perhaps concealing its true nature even more, and then for our allies to help defend against the Abyssals.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That feels like a very important decision for muchter.” I chuckle anxiously. “One that could make some people very angry. Unless you get them under your little thumb first.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fair enough.” She blushes lightly. “I didn’t intend to overwhelm you, Master. I just thought of that possibility. This entire ce is making me excited and I know it’s very different from how I usually am.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, there’s nothing wrong about that.” I kneel down to stroke her cheek lovingly. “I enjoy seeing you so happy and enthusiastic. Always. And if it makes that genius brain of yours spin even faster, that’s even better. Don’t hold back. I’m here to support you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After peering into my eyes for a moment, she pulls me in for a few fluffy kisses. I indulge in such a pleasant gift until Diana raises her head next to us and her ears perk up. A little reluctant, I draw my face away and focus too. Sirgia opens her sweet mouth most likely to ask what’s wrong but I stop her with a finger against her soft lips.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you hear that?” I whisper and she strains her hearing too.
<span style="font-weight:400">The faraway scraping and shuffling that Diana noticed first, I second, bes clear to my short wife too. Due to the many empty spaces surrounding us, it’s fairly impossible to pinpoint the source, unless we arepletely surrounded. Something is moving closer, or it’s already close enough. The uncertainty throws me off, and the mana-countering stone doesn’t help.
<span style="font-weight:400">Soon enough, a long scaly snout pokes out of one of the thin windows. Its owner scans the arena intently before their glimmering yellow eyes lock on the three of us and its pupils shrink into fierce slits. Then, it opens its jaws and releases a piercing shriek that forces us to cover our ears, the poor Diana desperately patting hers with her paws while on the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">In a sh, a pack of winged creatures rushes out of various openings and doorways, gathering in a swirling ring right below the ceiling. At first, I almost shit myself thinking we have stumbled on a Dragon nest judging by their scales and general, lizard-like builds, but that moment of dread passes quickly when I spot where their wingse from.
<span style="font-weight:400">The front limbs.
<span style="font-weight:400">Those are Wyverns, thankfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">Which, doesn’t actually make it that much safer. There are still quite a lot of them and they seem to be angry. The only thing they can be angry with is us.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How did they get here?” Sirgia shouts over their continuous squawking and whiny growls that are supposed to be scary like their more powerful cousins’.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Doesn’t matter right now! We need to deal with them!” I shout back, keeping close to her. “While watching not to fuck ourselves over with any stray spells that hit these fortifications! What a shit luck!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Always smart and quick-thinking, my beloved partner fishes out a pair of ear mufflers from her spatial storage. They aren’t fluffy and warm but bulky and leathery. The moment I put them on, the noise stops. We won’t be able to talk, but we canmunicate mentally without a problem, so it’s not an issue. Not hearing the uing attacks might be, but not being disoriented by the cries is still better.
<span style="font-weight:400">As I gauge the strength of this flock, Sirgia puts a simr contraption on Diana’s head, which due to the cement and that form her wolf ears assume, requires something akin to a military helmet with cute triangles poking up from the top that gets sped below her muzzle.
<span style="font-weight:400">She has really thought of everything.
<span style="font-weight:400">And this would definitely break the bank back on Earth.
<span style="font-weight:400">The three of us regather our wits and the Wyverns quickly notice that we aren’t so inconvenienced anymore. They are going to strike soon before the situation spirals even more out of their control now that their initial advantage is gone.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">~Master!~</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Sirgia’s voice echoes in my mind and I whip my head towards her, seeing her tap Diana’s saddle invitingly. <i><span style="font-weight:400">~Hop on! It will be difficult to get them in the air even for you!~</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">~And how is that supposed to help?~</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I ask while moving closer.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">~You will see.~</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She shes me a sly smile and I make a decision to trust her schemes.
<span style="font-weight:400">As I jump on Diana’s back, Sirgia pulls some hidden lever and the saddle starts changing. The mono handle ahead of me splits once more and moves to the sides while turning vertically to a slight forward angle like two joysticks that force me to lean in like on a bike.
<span style="font-weight:400">Or worse, like in a mech.
<span style="font-weight:400">I feel my feet get locked in ce by some firm restraints and the other handle mirrors the motion, merging with mine for a better grip, I guess, and an even lower riding profile. Then, I sense faint clicks under my fingers and note that the surface below them has now be pressure-sensitive like controller triggers. I have either five or ten different things linked to all the avable buttons.
<span style="font-weight:400">Toplete the transformation, a small rod extends upwards at the front edge of the saddle right in the middle until it reaches the height of my eyes. Then, the tip splits into a circr mesh pointing to the middle. I gain a damned crosshair like those fancy aiming sights in WW2 anti-air guns on top of military naval vessels.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">~Sirgia? What the hell did you put in this saddle?~</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I ask in bewilderment but she only grins and pats Diana on the butt.
<span style="font-weight:400">The two of us lurch forward as my agile steed leaps ahead, effortlessly bouncing off the ramparts and battlements to move higher and higher. I feel a consciousness prod mine and realise that’s her trying to sync up with me the best she can. Offering the same back to her, we be almost one. It’s not perfect, it’s slightly awkward and disorienting, but it’s epic.
<span style="font-weight:400">With our thoughts linked, Diana reaches about half the full height of the chamber and pushes herself off a nearby surface. My sights travel over the grey stone until I find a bunch of targets right where they should be. A gentle thought prods my mind, urging me to press one of the upper triggers.
<span style="font-weight:400">I do as requested, and with a slight tremor from somewhere next to my left thigh, three parts of a fist-sized metal ball fly forward, soon turning into a spinning tangle of chains. A literal, naval chain shot hits one of the Wyverns and it drops down with its wings temporarily tied up, smashing into the hard ground in a cloud of dust. Sirgia is on it right away, smashing its head into a paste with a well-ced strike of her sizable hammer, shooting me thumbs up as the two of us descend too, disappearing into the shadows.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, fuck me. It looks like Diana knows more about the equipment concealed in this bad boy than I do. Perhaps it should not be as surprising as Sirgia had to test-fire it to calibrate everything, and how better to do that other than in the field with the wearer helping out.
<span style="font-weight:400">But, that was just one of the annoying Dragon-wannabes. A dozen or so more to go.
<span style="font-weight:400">We emerge out of the shadows on the other side of the arena and I instantly pick up on a Wyvern diving straight for my petite lover. Not wanting to give it even a chance at having a shot at her, Imunicate my protective desire with Diana, and she makes a few really fast hops down until we are on the same level as that fucker.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then, I aim the sights ahead of time and press the trigger below the first one right as the target flies into the crosshair.
<span style="font-weight:400">A stronger force tugs at the saddle on the left side, making me realise that left and right on the controls matter, and the wings of the Wyvern get <i><span style="font-weight:400">shredded</i><span style="font-weight:400"> to bits mid-p, blood and piecesunched towards the other side, leaving gaping holes behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">Holy cow, are those fucking shrapnels?!
<span style="font-weight:400">The other beasts stir from what has to be a sound st which we fortunately can’t hear. Only now it fullyes to me that I’m sitting on top of a goddamned <i><span style="font-weight:400">tank</i><span style="font-weight:400">, not a wolf. A tank with a mind of its own. And only its mind knows what else it has in store for the poor bastards that end up in front of its crosshairs.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally deeming our pair as the bigger threat, two Wyverns descend on us with their intentions clear. I see Sirgia offer the same fate to the second downed lizard as she had before so I refocus on us. She is a big girl. She can handle herself even without me looking after her.
<span style="font-weight:400">We avoid the bite of the first attacker and Diana skilfully twists herself around it to push off its back right at itspanion. Surprised by the unexpected show of vertical agility, it reacts too slowly and she sinks her fangs in its long neck from below seemingly without an issue.
<span style="font-weight:400">Those canines are damn fine daggers if even scales are no match for them.
<span style="font-weight:400">One strong tug, one broken sper, and we are falling again. But, before we plunge into the shadows near the floor, Diana twists herself to the side and I get the one that initiated the attempt in my crosshair. As it tries to gain altitude again, I click the third option.
<span style="font-weight:400">A roped javelin hurls itself forward at a breakneck speed, grazing Diana’s fur on the side as it exits some concealed duct. It spears through its target and the tip unfolds to find better purchase on the other side. My clever friend chomps on the escaping rope and we swing like a pendulum until we gain enough momentum to end up higher than the Wyvern, where she allows me to line up another shot, this time finishing the job with another shrapnel.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could get addicted to this.
<span style="font-weight:400">A quick nce below shows Sirgia with three more down on her own, ready to unalive the one we have just sent her way. She is sshed with blood, but it’s definitely not hers. The excited smile on her plump lips only proves that. She must be having the time of her life too watching her creations properly getting used in my hands as intended.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not to disappoint, I get myself in the zone again and give Diana’s side a few appreciative smacks as wend on hard ground. She releases a vibrating howl, further throwing the rest of the Wyverns into panic, and the roles be truly reversed.
<span style="font-weight:400">The hunter has be the prey.
<span style="font-weight:400">We sprint right by Sirgia like the wind and plunge into the darkness. A secondter, I find myself upside down as wee out of the corner at the ceiling. Diana pushes herself off its surface and I hit the top triggers three times, catching two more Wyverns with the chain shot. The third one unfortunately wraps itself around a tail.
<span style="font-weight:400">But, not all of them can be winners.
<span style="font-weight:400">Diana falls right on top of another and her fangs find purchase in the base of its wing. I hastily let go of the right stick, summon my draconic hilt already shaped into a longsword, and thrust it into the beast’s chest from above, definitely hitting something important. We jump off the almost lifeless Wyvern right away andnd on the nearby rampart.
<span style="font-weight:400">My fierce steed spots a deserter and directs my attention to one of the beasties trying to slip into a side passage. Receiving the suggestion on what to press from her, I get myself ready and wait for Diana to put the fleeing enemy in my sights. She finds a great angle from above, peering over the edge of the wall and lowering her front.
<span style="font-weight:400">Another fist-sized orb getsunched out of the weaponised saddle as I press a different button, but this one doesn’t split into three interconnected parts. No, it breaks off like a protective shell, unveiling aplex with tiny but definitely heavy or magical weights that covers the target like thefiest morning nket, trapping it underneath forever no matter how much it struggles.
<span style="font-weight:400">I don’t even want to think where all of this is stored and how it’s mechanically connected, but I guess this saddle is quite chunky and Diana’s size allows for a lot of space to squeeze a fewpressed contraptions underneath the hood.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since it will be safer to get rid of all the nuisances rather than let them run away, we continue the hunt. Only a few stragglers are left. We responded to the unnecessarily announced ambush faster than they expected and their advantage of numbers was quickly lost. They also don’t seem used to fighting here even if they have been living in these passages for a while.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thest trio goes down without another shot fired, two taken down by me and Diana, and that final one thrown off the air with a spinning hammer to the head which earns itself a whistle of appreciation. Whenpared to such an amazing feat, my stabby techniques feel cheap and unattractive. But, a certain wolf’s ferocious fangs make up for it, giving our short spectator a good show in my stead.
<span style="font-weight:400">Giving the arena onest look over to make sure that no one ys dead, I have Diana hop down the defensive formations until wend on the ground. Sirgia hastily trots up to us and yanks the lever that had tied my feet to the stirrups at the start of the fight. Free once more, I slide off Diana’s back and help with the helmet, freeing her fluffy ears as soon as possible. She thanks me with a long lick that makes Sirgia giggle in amusement.
<span style="font-weight:400">The two of us then take off our own ear protection and I put my hands on my hips.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think we need to have a conversation about what toys you are letting our dog y with, littledy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She joins her hands behind her back and shoots me an innocent upward nce while swaying her waist a little.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nope. I ain’t falling for that one this time.