Bab 243: The Burrow Rat Broodmother

Within that permeating blackness, there was nothing left in sight, for both the Burrow Rat Broodmother and the scheming goblin. 

Rizz lunged to the side at the same moment he poured four mana into his [Mana Flare] spell. 

*You may be faster,* Rizz cackled within the privacy of his mind, *but you're way too noisy you digging fuck!*

Compared to the quiet Rizz and his boot-like, leather sandals, the rat broodmother's squealing commands and ground-scraping feet were blaring fire alarms. Of course, Rizz already planned to evacuate from the mine's dead end in the fastest way he could imagine. 

Frrrip! Squeal!

A thrown knife stuck into the whining broodmother while she was busy passing orders to her rat colony. 

It was at that moment, that Rizz bottled his maniacal laughter for later, thinking. *Check…*