Chapter 1207: Anthony On Tour - The Switch From Light to Dark

Chapter 1207: Anthony On Tour - The Switch From Light to Dark

Gweheheheheh. GWEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.

MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

[OI! Think you can pin us to the ground?! Let me up and I'll knock the snot out of ya!]

[That's not flying! That's floating at best! Eyyy? EYYYY!?!?]

[When I get off the ground, I'm gonna shirtfront ya! Even if you can't wear a shirt!]

Yes. Yesssss. Grovel before me! You insignificant pigeons! Who's laughing now? Who is soaring majestically through the air now?! It's me. I'm doing that.

The gravity well pulses with power, holding my bulk aloft while pressing the annoying, irritating Magpei down into the ground where I can mock them at my leisure.

[Still chirping are you, little birdie?] I gloat, reaching down with one leg to poke a particularly persistent specimen on the cheek. [Shouldn't you be trying to work out how to get off the ground rather than let your mouth write cheques your fists can't cash?]

[I'll show you a cheque, mate! I'll knock your castle down! I'm nobody's pawn!]

[Well come along then! I'm waiting!]

I hover above as the Magpei makes a valiant effort to rise, managing to force himself up onto his hands and knees before I up the power and squash him down again.

[Oh, so close! Gweheheheheh. I'll leave you there for a while and come back later to check on your progress.]

It fills me with such glee to see them struggling to get off the ground. How many times have they insulted my proud insect form for lacking wings since I arrived? FOUR-HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX! Do they even know what they're talking to? I'm an ant! A descendant of the wasp! You really think there aren't any flying ants?!

But I'm something different, something new. I don't even NEED them! I wiggle my antennae with glee as I float in glorious circles above the market.

Interestingly, the non-Magpei clientele continue about their shopping, speaking with the brathian merchants, asking questions of the ant carvers and generally enjoying themselves. I get the strong impression that visitors getting into strenuous disagreements with the birdbrains isn't that rare an event. These people have probably learned to tolerate it just as they have every other eccentricity of the feathered fiends they share the island with.

Well, I myself have certainly not reached such a point of zen, so I continue to vent my frustrations upon the writhing, cursing Mapgei.

[You were so proud of your wings a minute ago! Come on, use them! Fly! You can fly, can't you? I thought you were great at flying. Wasn't being on the ground let me think about how you put it 'the place where dung creatures wallow'? That's what you said, isn't it? Are you a dung creature? Enjoying your wallowing? You seem to be, from all the energetic wriggling you're doing.]

Yes, get angry! This is my vengeance! This is my WRATH!

[Are you done up there?] Eran Thouris asks me.

[If you ever want to fly again, you better not talk about my mother.]

.

[Fine. We respect mums.]

[Agreed. Mums are off-limits.]

[How do we feel about dads?]

Well, that's easy enough for me.

[Don't have one, I'm a monster. I was born from the Queen, no need for a dad.]

[Huh.]

[Makes sense.]

[No dad, ey?]

[To be expected, I suppose.]

[Are we allowed up now?]

[Fine.]

I don't release the gravity well, but I undo the pressure it exerts on them. I remain floating in the sky as the fluffy fools flap their powerful wings and return to the sky around me.]

[Ohhh hohohoho. Time to put up or shutup, MATE.]

[Hope you're ready for a major beatdown there, CHAMP.]

[Time to pray to a mantis, or whatever counts as a god for bugs, COBBA.]

From four directions, four Magpei fly in with dazzling speed, their fists blazing with powerful light as they prepare to unleash their fearsome skills. Naturally, the well catches them as they draw too close, sending them tumbling back to the ground.

[I let you go, but I didn't turn it off. THINK YOU CAN HIT ME?! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!]

The dark one will not sleep just yet.