Monke and Battle Royales (2)

"So, what are we gonna do now?" Prixais asked as she held the spear in her hand tightly. Her snake-half was slithering on the green grass, making sounds as she moved.

"What we are going to do is…" I said with a hum, my eyes scanning the area around us, before settling it on a sizeable tree large enough to make for a good spot for a fort, providing we have the materials on hand. "Hold up in an area and wait for the time to pass."

"But, isn't there a ring that will slowly shrink towards the center?" Prixais stated, forming her doubts about my plan.

"And we'll use that to our advantage." I said, recalling the memories of battle royale games back on Earth. How the Gods managed to come up with this incredibly familiar challenge was anyone's guess. Actually, maybe they pried out of some reincarnees' memories. "Most of the Dungeon Masters would probably rush into the center of the arena just to run away from the ring to lower their chances of disqualification."