Moving Dirt

I am supposed to say they fought like demons for their lives, which is not true.  Perhaps that it was an easy victory, which is also not true.  My evolutions?  Rank one poison is far less effective than the rank five that I used to have.

And not all my difficulties were caused by size scaling or low attributes.  Mind you, those were obstacles.  But my prey was already wounded, and before I passed out until dawn, I had verified all fifteen Servant of the Divine reward points.

Once I stopped complaining about the sunlight, and taken full stock of my single digit health, it was time to drag the bodies ten minutes out of the way.  I didn't need scavengers… well, other scavengers… moving around where I might clearly be visible.

With more difficulty than I expected, I managed to get the shovel upright in the top of the hill before heading off to the croft.