Preface: Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my story. I loved reading the MGE, but the more you think about the profiles and art attached to it, the more terrifyingly grimdark the setting becomes... It's a bit like Pokemon, really. Don't examine it too closely, because you might not like what you find, haha.
... Well this story is going to do just that. It won't be 100% dark, but people will die, unpleasant topics will be explored, you know the drill. I've altered a few of the in-universe rules that I thought made no sense, like Gods preventing anyone from being killed in battle, (What's the point of The Order trying to kill monsters if they can't kill monsters?) so I guess this isn't going to be a 100% faithful fanfic and should be considered an alternate universe story.
With regards to the rating: This is not a smut-fic. First of all, I am a terrible smut writer, secondly, it's not the focus of the story. Of course, in a world basically defined by monster girls raping and corrupting people, I'm not going to shy away from writing it, but you'll notice I don't put a huge amount of emphasis on the actual acts themselves. Rated M for sex and some darker topics that might come up in later chapters.
Oh yeah, and you know the drill, I don't own the MGE, Kenkou Cross has that honour. Plz don't sue me, I'm a student. I'm in enough debt as it is.
Without further ado, I present to you the story of Garret and his experiences in the unending war between humans and monsters.
Day 1 / Arrival
"Garret Fax... flame sorcerer from the Falkirk academy, joined the Northreach Crusaders two years ago… 22 years old. Well at least you're not totally green. Tell me, Mr. Fax, how much combat experience do you have?" The commandant leaned back in his chair and tossed the transfer papers onto his desk as he addressed the young man standing in front of him. Sizing him up, he noted that Garret was surprisingly tall and muscular for a mage. That was really the only defining characteristic of him, though. His shaggy brown hair wasn't particularly identifying, and his rusty red sorcerer's robes were completely devoid of the trinkets and crystals most mages tended to adorn themselves with.
"I've had some, sir. I've patrolled with the Crusaders and guarded villages, but I've never been on an actual crusade before. Mages are in short supply up north. They don't risk us unless a major operation is underway." Garret looked just about everywhere but the commander's eyes as he spoke, his gaze darting around the dimly lit room, occasionally focusing on the flickering candles that lit it. Perhaps he was nervous, or just shy.
"I don't bite, Mr. Fax.", the commandant remarked with a frown, before picking up the transfer papers and again examining them. Sure enough, Garret's old sergeant had noted his antisocial tendencies in the document. "Tell me, what have you dealt with in the northern reaches?"
"Dealt with, sir?"
"Mamono. What kinds have you fought? And how many?"
"Uh… Mostly Glacies, sir. Yuki-onna sometimes, but they rarely attack towns or patrols. Fire scares them off."
"So not many, then…" The commandant stared at Garret for what seemed like ages, before finally leaning forward and handed the paper back to him. "Well, you'll get your fill of battle soon enough. Patrols are attacked on a daily basis here, and we're about to send off a proper crusade soon – the reason your king sent you." Abandoning his usual sneering tone for a more amicable one, he stood up and offered his hand for a handshake. "We'll see how true your college's reputation really is. Welcome to the Natonian Guard, Mr. Fax. Your partner said she'd meet you at the barracks. Dismissed."
Garret shook his hand and then quickly saluted, before grabbing his pack from the floor, slinging it over his shoulder and leaving the room. Turning to the right and shutting the worn, oak door behind him, he continued down the main hall of the officer's barracks. As he walked through the dimly lit building, he heard hushed discussions coming from the other quarters. A town lost to mamono, a patrol missing in action, a successful crusade that broke a monster stronghold, a blessing from the Chief Goddess herself that saved an entire army… Though he never lingered in one place long enough to eavesdrop on an entire conversation, he couldn't help but notice that Naton's war against the mamono was much livelier than the one in Northreach. Perhaps caused by the intense cold, but more likely because of the independent and less aggressive nature of northern monsters, his nation rarely had to worry about large scale attacks or military operations.
The enlisted barracks was a surprisingly new building. Its limestone walls, bathed in the afternoon sun, showed little signs of deterioration and, compared to the stained and weathered wood of the officer's barracks, its original colour had yet to be tarnished by years of use and exposure. Part of Garret wondered why the officers hadn't elected to move into the newer (and much larger) building, but the answer to that quickly revealed itself. Behind the barracks was a large, fenced-in field that currently held a massive formation of new recruits running, clambering over obstacles, and performing weapon drills under the watchful eyes of their instructors. The low roar coming from it was not terribly loud, but enough of a constant annoyance to make the building unsuitable for people discussing strategies. The interior was likewise unsuited to an officer's lifestyle. The halls were brightly lit and fairly clean, but the rooms were barely large enough to fit the two beds that occupied them and the lockers at their feet. At least they had private rooms this time, Garret mused to himself. Not like the communal barracks in Northreach where every pair used a bunkbed.
Once Garret had sought the quartermaster and been given his key to the room, he quickly strode to through the halls, stepping around loitering soldiers and desperately trying to avoid eye contact, lest he be drawn into an unwanted conversation. Shutting the door behind him, he dropped his bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. The mattress was hard and the pillow, not particularly comfortable, but a day of travelling and exhausting social interactions had completely drained Garret. Not a minute after he kicked off his boots, he was fast asleep.
"…rret… garret… Garret. Come on, get up, it's dinner time." A light shaking at his shoulder slowly roused Garret from his all-too-brief nap. When he cracked an eye open, a pair of green eyes stared back at him.
"Are you feeling alright, Garret? You're not usually one for naps." Garret groaned as he slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes and greeted the tall, red-haired girl who was towering over him.
"Mornin', Annika… I'm fine. Just tired from travelling."
"You're sure?" Her plate mail rattled as she cocked her head to the side before smiling and continuing. "Sounds like you just need to get some food in you. I'm sure that'll help."
"Maybe… Maybe." Garret slowly eased himself off the bed and began to lace up his boots. Half way through, he addressed the question of why his partner was going to be eating while fully armed and armoured.
"Expecting an attack?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. A mischievous grin that he had come to both love and hate accompanied the answer he received.
"No, but I volunteered us for a shift guarding the city gate. I want meet some people and maybe fight something." Annika's eyes lit up as she mentioned the possibility of combat, eliciting a groan from Garret.
"You could at least have given me a night to rest before signing us up…"
"Not a chance!" Annika's grin stretched even wider as the two made their way out of the barracks and began the trek towards the mess hall.
"You said you were trying to keep up with me, so show me what you've got! How in the world are you going to ever keep up with a knight in combat if a little traveling is all it takes to tucker you out?"
Garret was about to reply when a single bell tolled over the city's main gate. An alert. Garret tried to keep walking, but Annika grabbed him by the shoulder. "It's only one bell Annika. Just means to stand by." Around them, most of the soldiers and civilians only gave the sound a moment's pause before continuing on their way. It seemed like one-bell alarms were common and weren't much cause for concern. Her grip remained firm on his shoulder, however, her expression serious. She was thinking, and Garret knew enough not to interrupt her during a moment like this. A minute later, she smiled and started dragging Garret down the cobblestone street, towards the main gate. "Come on, Garret! Let's go check it out." Apparently he didn't have much choice in the matter.
"I'm sure the guards can deal with it, Annika."
"Maybe, but don't you want to see how the guards fight? I want to see how they fight! I want to see their power!" Annika's grin was back, but something was off… Garret had known and worked with Annika long enough to know that. She was trying to seem like her usual competitive self, but her tenseness meant she was worried about something. Protesting wasn't going to get him anywhere, though, so Garret sighed and resigned himself to his fate.
As they approached the limestone city walls, the sound of combat grew, and Annika's pace quickened. Oddly enough, the expected distinct peels of steel against steel were not present. The portcullis was open too, and the archers on the walls were just watching the fight. Whatever they were fighting must not use weapons, Garret supposed, and either be too few in numbers to be worth wasting arrows on or just not vulnerable to them. Forced the guards to confront them in a melee. Garret's thoughts began to drift over the possibilities. Elementals? No, those were too rare this far south to be much of a threat. Ghosts? They didn't attack settlements. Slimes? … Maybe? They usually didn't attack towns in force either, but it might be possible.
A small crowd of curious civilians had gathered around the gate, obscuring their view, but after being pulled to the front by Annika, Garret saw that his hypothesis was correct. A half-dozen blue slime girls were oozing around, first trying to tempt the guards by posing seductively and fondling their breasts, then using a more proactive approach when that didn't work. The slimes lurched forward, each trying to ensnare one of the guards. So far, however, the guards seemed to be handling the situation. Their numbers equaled the slimes, and they had left their swords in their scabbards, instead electing to fight with maces or clubs. Beside him, Annika let out a sigh of relief.
"Worried?" She shook her head in response.
"No, I just… It's good that they know how to fight them."
As if to demonstrate the point, one of the guards darted forward and swung his mace, splattering a slime across the ground. He quickly hopped back before the slime could reassemble itself and counter attack.
Garret nodded in approval. "Spread out and using blunt weapons. They're more experienced than the guards in Northreach."
"Indeed."
That was probably the reason she was nervous, Garret mused. Northreach almost never had slimes in its territory. During the winter they would freeze, and summer was too short for many of them to migrate. This lack of population meant that their city's guards had been completely unprepared when an unseasonably warm summer had allowed a roaming band of slimes to make their way up to them. Their soldiers had tried to fight them in formation with swords or spears, just like everything else, which ended in disaster. A whole squad was lost, and they nearly got into the city before a mage finally showed up and burned them enough to make them flee. Garret hadn't been in the Crusaders then, but Annika had, and the memory of that night had probably stuck with her for years.
The pair continued to watch, but little by little, the guards began to gain the upper hand, culminating in one particularly battered slime finally collapsing and one of the guards springing forward and splattering it across the ground with his mace. It seemed it had finally used up all of its energy because it didn't reform.
"I guess I was just paranoid. Hmm… you're rubbing off on me, Garret! That's usually your thing!"
Garret couldn't help but smile as she punched his shoulder. "I guess I have." A minute later, though, things started to go horribly wrong.
As a guard finished off his slime and moved to help the others, a sudden blast of magic surged from the woods around hundred meters from the walls. It hit the unsuspecting guard, wrapped around him, and began to pull him away from the rest of the group. At the same time, two dozen or so new slimes began to emerge from the wood. Unlike the slimes before, these ones had clothes, or as close to clothes as a slime could represent using their body. Some of the slimes were dressed as knights, others dressed as archers, and one or two wore a wide-brimmed mages hat, all formed out of the same transparent slime that made up their bodies.
Annika wasted no time springing into action, dragging Garret behind her. She quickly grabbed a mace off a nearby weapon rack and charged in to help the guards. One particular guardsman was taking cover behind his shield, as a shower of slime arrows embedded themselves in it, stopping his attacks and allowing the slime he was 'responsible for' to advance. It expanded and was about to engulf the man, when Annika darted forward and slammed her mace down into the slime. The guard only had a moment to nod his thanks before the slime knights were upon them, forcing the pair together to try and fend off the assault.
Garret initiated his attack by hurling a roaring fireball towards the cluster of slime archers, causing them to scatter, some from dodging, others by being incinerated by the spell. He had to be careful… too many spells could leave him unconscious. He was tired from travelling, and the spell sapped even more of his energy, but he had to help. This was nothing… This was nothing. His breathing became ragged as he felt the adrenaline start flowing through his veins, filling him with renewed strength. He sprinted after Annika, joining her and the other guard in their impromptu formation.
Ordinarily, fighting slimes in formation was suicide, a bunch of them could surge forward to engulf the whole group if anyone bungled their attacks, but when outnumbered 5 to 1, they really didn't have a choice. Annika covered the left flank, swatting at any slimes that approached with her mace. The guard she rescued covered the right and beckoned for his comrades to join them. Garret, as the group's mage, was the only one capable of killing the slimes efficiently, but his energy was limited. He remained behind the two as they moved to regroup with the remaining guards, occasionally firing a stream of flames to scare off or finish off a slime when they started to become in danger of being overwhelmed. Above the gate, the bell was ringing again. This time, the gate's bell sounded two tolls, a signal calling for reinforcements.
"Garret, watch out!" Annika grabbed him and pulled him behind her, as slime arrows flew through the place he was just standing. "Haaah!" In return, he fired a blazing spear into one of the slime archers. The spear smoldered in the slime for a moment, before exploding from within and blasting the slime apart. This time, it didn't reform. Garret's signature spell, the immolating lance. It was a deadly and destructive spell, but also required vast amounts of energy. The adrenaline was keeping him going, but even so, he still had to hunch over, sheltered behind Annika as he waited for his breath and energy to return. Sweat dripped from his face, but his competitive side was beginning to flare.
Another volley of slime arrows flew towards the group, but Garret sprayed a blast of fire over them and burned them in mid-air. Another slime knight surged forward, but was immediately halted by a blow from Annika's mace. One of the guards who hadn't managed to join their formation yet got cornered by a pair of slimes and was about to meet a wiggly fate, but two other guards sprinted from the group and swung their maces, disorienting and damaging them enough for the lone guard to escape and join them. With that, the entire group of guards had managed to form up, and it seemed like the slime's advantage was finally starting to subside. Even the soldier who was originally dragged my magic had managed to get away and rejoin their defense… but that was when the unusually silent slime mage chose to act.
The group of slime knights, who had previously attacked on their own, suddenly surged forward together, forcing the guards to respond with a flurry of frantic blows, less they be overwhelmed. Then, a sudden shadow appeared over them. Annika and the guards were too busy with their melee to notice this, but Garret looked up and saw a massive ball of magical goo arcing leisurely through the air towards their group. A brief look at the now utterly exhausted slime mage was enough to warn Garret of the severity of the spell. "EVERYONE SCATTER!"
The falling orb collided with the formation and exploded, knocking guards to the ground and coating most of them in a thick layer of green slime. Annika managed to spot the ball at the last minute and blocked most of it with her shield, and another guard managed to dive out of the way with Garret, the two of them avoiding the blast. The rest of the group, however, quickly realized that the true nature of the spell was not one of force, but of adhesion. The slime covered guards found their movements difficult and sluggish as the goo thickened around them, binding them to the ground and preventing them from standing up. The slime knights and archers quickly took advantage of this, most of them reverting from their 'combat' forms to their usual, naked forms of beautiful women, and descended upon the group. Each slime (sometimes, a pair) mounted a guard and began to ooze into the cracks of their armour until the men were completely engulfed. Bound as they were, the soldiers were helpless to stop the slime girls from kissing them, massaging them with their slime, and stroking their quickly growing members under their armour. One by one, the men succumbed to the unnatural pleasure and came into their assailant's gelatinous bodies, draining their energy and sapping their will to resist. Garret, Annika and the last guard could only watch in disgust at this perverse spectacle, as they were forced away from the group by the occasional peppering of slime arrows and the advances of the remaining few slime knights.
The orgy continued in full view of the gate, as if the slimes were mocking the defenders. The archers on the wall couldn't risk firing arrows (not that they would have had much effect) lest they hit the captive guards, and three people were not enough to fight the remaining slimes, even if most of them were preoccupied. Armor was slowly removed, and clothes were stripped as the slimes systematically disrobed and disarmed their captives, before happily bouncing away on the soldier's laps. Garret wanted to burn them, but he needed to save his energy. He needed to wait. Save what strength he had. Only use it if they were attacked while they waited for the… A shout from behind him finished Garret's train of thought for him. Reinforcements! Two more squads of guards, heavily armed and armored were pounding down the street towards the gate, with what looked like a pair of priests trailing further behind them. They were still minutes away, but the fight was over. With their numbers tripled, and holy magic on their side, the slimes wouldn't stand a chance.
Unfortunately, it seemed like the slimes realized this too. The slimes immediately ceased their 'fun' and began to reshape into their knight and archer forms. Some of them engulfed their men and began to ooze back towards the forest as fast as the slimes could muster, while the rest immediately charged the trio. What were they doing? Were the slimes trying to cover the retreat of their comrades? Were the slimes… using tactics? Garret didn't have much time to ponder this. A moment later, the slime knights were on them.
Annika and the guard swung their maces, and Garret let out flashes of fire, frantically trying to stop them from being overrun, but there was nothing they could do. Three guards against eight slimes was an easy victory for the slimes. The group was quickly overwhelmed as the slimes washed over them like a tidal wave. Annika soon found herself being enveloped by three slimes, as did the other guard. The remaining two surged over the group and pinned Garret before he could focus another spell. One latched onto his legs, while the other pressed herself against his torso and shoved her breasts into his face, knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling into the dirt. He had to get them off of him! He had to fight! He flailed his arms, trying to get free, but the slimes held him fast. Failing that, he willed his magic into existence. Distracted by the slimes, it took a tremendous amount of focus, but Garret managed to ignite his hands and start boil the slime attacking him away. His triumph was short lived, however, as the slimes made their way under his clothes, tickling his bare skin with their bodies, and beginning to stroke his hardening cock. The overpowering and unpredictable sensations caused him to lose focus, and with it, his grip on the magic. Finally subdued, Garret could only struggle uselessly as the slimes had their way with him.
The slime attached to his torso cooed as she reshaped her body, causing her already generous breasts to grow to even larger sizes. While Garret wriggled, she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him deep into her gelatinous cleavage, smothering him. At his waist, the second slime unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, allowing his member to spring free. With a sigh of pleasure, she mounted him, enveloping his cock, and began to bounce. The unpredictable movements of the slime combined with the otherworldly pleasures that a monster's demonic energy could provide soon brought Garret to his limit. He shot his load deep within the slime, causing him to moan into the cleavage of his captors and the other slime girl to shudder with pleasure. His cock briefly softened, but the slime made it abundantly clear that she had no intentions of letting it remain that way, pumping his shaft with renewed intensity. Though pleasurable, Garret quickly became aware of another problem. Smothered deep in the tits of the slime on his chest, he couldn't breathe, and his vision was starting to swim.
The slime holding his head seemed to sense this, but instead of releasing him, she held him tighter, even as he tried to push away. What was she doing!? Was she trying to drown him? Monsters weren't supposed to kill humans! The panic caused Garret to flail and burn even more oxygen in his inept attempts at escape. Just when his vision began to darken and he felt like he was about to pass out, the slime released him, allowing him a moment to breath, before pulling him into a passionate kiss. As he gasped for breath, Garret was unable to resist the sudden assault, and the slime pressed her tongue into his mouth, filling it with fruity-sweet goo. The taste was heavenly, and almost involuntarily, Garret found himself sucking on her tongue, trying to get more. The slime proved to be quite alright with this idea and forced her tongue into his mouth and down his throat, causing him to gag as she poured herself into him. She was trying to change him! Garret quickly realized, retching and coughing, trying to expel the slime she was force feeding him. Demonic energy could turn a human into an incubus through sex alone, but that usually required hours. By force feeding him, she could trigger that transformation from within via internal exposure! No! Garret struggled again, twisting and turning, trying to save himself one last time. As he did, salvation came in the form of a club crashing into the slime and scattering the goo holding him. Their reinforcements had finally arrived, and one of the guards immediately went to work, splattering exposed portions of the slime girls, disrupting them enough for Garret to be pulled free.
"I got you, buddy! Are you alright?" Garret couldn't answer the man, he immediately rolled onto his knees and began to wretch, vomiting out as much of the slime as he could, even punching himself in the stomach to try and force more of it out.
"Thank… Thank you…" was all Garret could respond with after he gathered himself. Weak from lack of oxygen and his exertions, he sloppily got dressed and pulled himself to a sitting position as he watched the reinforcements deal with the remaining slimes. Annika, blushing and covered in slime, was the next person to be rescued. A priest quickly saw to examining her and ensuring she hadn't been corrupted by the slimes yet. He waved a glowing hand over her body, bathing Annika in a holy light to purify what ever demonic energy remained and then moved on to assist the others. Once he was done, she hastily gathered her scattered clothes and pulled her (now soaked) white gambeson and pants on to hide her naked body. Though he tried to be respectful, Garret couldn't help but (stealthily) admire Annika's athletic and muscular form. Managing to land a beauty like her as his combat partner was something that many of his fellow Crusaders had envied him for back home.
Unlike Garret, however, she didn't collapse. Instead she stood upright, arms crossed, leering at the remaining slimes as the guards continued to dispatch them. She was clearly furious, maybe at herself, maybe at the slimes, maybe both. Garret felt like he should say something, anything to try to make her feel a bit better, but he couldn't quite decide what. "Thank you for shielding me, Annika" was what he eventually settled on. "Shut it, Garret" was the reply he got.
Despite being outnumbered and caught with their figurative pants down, the remaining slimes put up a decent fight. It took a few minutes for the guards to surround and finally kill them all, releasing the remaining soldiers. Once they finished their task, they started gathering the maces, shields and armor scattered around the field, handing them back to the disarmed soldiers while the priests began to examine the rest of them. Something was starting to bother Garret, though… He had a strange feeling in his stomach… almost like something was tugging at him, beckoning towards the forest. Maybe he still had a bit of slime in him, but that shouldn't be a problem since they killed the main body of it. It should be inert now… In an attempt to reassure himself that everything was ok, he did a quick count of the partially dressed guards, making sure that everyone had gotten rescued. Unfortunately, this did anything but reassure him. Three were missing. As if in response to his increasing dread, the tugging in his stomach increased. This wasn't over.
Something was going on in the forest, of that, Garret was sure of. He staggered to his feet and began to run. He had to get to the forest, he had to find out what was going on. Once he was about twenty meters away from the group, one of the priests noticed him and began to shout.
"Hey, what are you doing?! Don't run off! Someone grab him!"
"I'll get him… Garret! Garret, wait!"
Annika's voice did little to stop him as she chased after him. This was urgent. His blood was pumping, adrenaline was flowing, he had to get away from them, he had to get to the forest. Something was wrong, something was there, something was calling him. When he reached the treeline, he didn't sprint down the main trail that merchants and travelers used. His gut told him to turn left, and so he did, scrambling into the underbrush. …But why was he running? Why didn't he tell the priests what he felt? Or that people were missing? What was he doing? As he pressed through brambles and bushes, the feeling of panic in his gut started to subside and he began to feel safer… calmer… like he belonged here… And that was definitely not normal. Garret finally came to this realization as he pushed through the last bit of undergrowth and came face to face with the largest slime he had ever seen.
In the middle of the clearing was an enormous blue blob, easily ten feet tall and glistening in the setting sun. Sitting on top of it, was a naked slime girl, indistinguishable from the others except for the gelatinous crown on her head. Within the walls of the blob were the three kidnapped guards, each partially submerged in the slime, with a beautiful slime girl bouncing on their lap or passionately kissing them. Unlike the slimes that attacked the gate, the ones attached to the blob were different… more elegant looking, even more beautiful, and with more pronounced curves and features.
"What's this? Another guard has sought us out? You must have heard my call. Come and join us, little one, and we will show you the pleasure of serving a queen." The slime atop the mound of goo spoke in a soft, refined tone, before opening her arms in a gesture of welcoming to Garret. As she did, a trio of slime girls formed from the blob and split off. They wobbled towards Garret, shaking their hips and breasts, trying to entice him as they approached. That was why the slimes were smart! They hadn't been attacked by a group of slimes, they had been attacked by one slime! The knight, archer and mage slimes were all being controlled by her!
"Garret! What are you doing?! Run!"
Annika had apparently caught up to him, and she grabbed his arm, trying to tug him away… but he couldn't leave… Slimes got their energy from the semen of men, and this one had captured three of them. The men were already in the first stages of their inevitable transformations into incubi. Their skin had taken on a light purple tinge and, judging by the increasingly large amounts of semen they were jetting into the slim, their reproductive traits had already been increased as well. There was no saving them. Every soldier in The Order knew what needed to be done, and Garret was no exception.
"Save me, Annika. I'm not going to survive this…"
Already exhausted, Garret could barely sustain one flaming spear, but he pushed his limits and conjured three. With a sweep of his arm, he sent them flying into the slime, piercing its layers and embedding them into the torsos of the captured men. In their euphoric and partially transformed state, he doubted they felt any pain. His vision flickered and he fell to his knees. Garret couldn't feel his legs or arms any more. Focusing the last of his power, he funneled his remaining energy into the spears, causing them to detonate within the imprisoned men's chests. The slime queen screamed, not from pain, but from what he did to her 'husbands', and the slimes approaching him momentarily lost their cohesion. Garret didn't have time to watch any of this, however. He had blacked out before he hit the ground.
Author's Notes: I'm always a little bit wary of my writing for magical heros. I use the system of spells only costing energy (unless it's some grand magical work spanning an entire city) because it's easier to write for, but that also lends itself to being easily abused and Mary Sue-ish. Garret isn't supposed to be an overpowered hero, that honour lies with the actual divine heros of the setting. I hope I'm striking a good balance here, describing him needing to pause in combat or conserve energy instead of just spamming fireball over and over again, and knocking him out when he eventually does do that.
Anyways, this is my first proper fanfic, so I'm wondering what y'all think. If you like what you see, think parts of it could be improved, or alternatively, would like me to never write something like this again, please leave a review. I really appreciate it.
This ends Chapter 1 of the story. Chapter 2 will be released... sometime before the heat death of the universe. Exams are coming and I don't know when I'll get a chance to sit down and write again. It might be next week, it might be next year, but I do not intend on abandoning this. Until then, Sayonara!