Chapitre 358: Battle of the Boars

It turns out, no matter how many tree limbs there are, only some of them can support a mature adult.

Both the Hound and I sent out invites to all.

<This isn't time to fight over idiot reasons.> I told my team. <He gets to lead the group.>

That settled, Madonna might not have had her magic, but she did still have her crossbow. She and Kismet lay loose with bolts that drew blood, but did not stick.

<Enough of this!> roared the King. <Bring them all down!>

"You need me!" hollered the Hound. "I know Danton the Black."

<It is true.> Yaros said. <They meet on neutral ground to exchange lies.>

<Drunken exaggerations.> the Hound corrected. <Outright lying is something entirely different.>

You would think three boars would knock over a tree in two thirds of the time, but there are issues of coordination that they were lacking.

<Focus on the King!> I sent.

Kismet was downwind, but not so far that I couldn't hear her curses.