Small Victories
Grim Fenris pulled out his trusty knife as Dart climbed to his shoulders.
It was about to be a fight between the fledgling chimera hunters and some overgrown bees.
There were five of the creatures overall.
All five of them swarmed Grim and Dart all at once, causing the elven boy to dodge roll to his right side to evade it.
"These are supposed to be 'fodder' chimeras?!" Dart nervously said out loud.
"I prefer to call them our 'stepping stones' into the world of chimera hunters, my friend." Grim calmly blurted out.
Two of the huge bees started to fly down once more in an attempt to swoop in and burrow through Grim.
They were flying around left and right, probably to confuse the two about which direction they were going to fly as they closed the distance in.
Grim mustered all his focus and held his knife in a throwing stance.