122 Chapter 122 (2/2)
”Oh really?” James whispered allowed, and his comment drew a string of giggles from Rue. The pixie, he noticed, was currently eating what he was certain, was a dicken strip. His suspicion was confirmed when he saw the bucket in front of her, with DS emblazoned on the side. She was eating dicken strips from the Dicken Shack.
”You uh, going to share?” He was curious just how the dicken shack strips tasted and was really curious if they tasted just like chicken. It was rare to get anything fried now a days, which was why such cooking was still extremely popular in immersion. As such, James suddenly found he had an extreme longing for some fried dicken.
”If you had a way to eat it, sure.” She grabbed another strip, grinning. ”But since you don't.” She bit into it, closing her eyes slightly and letting out an exaggerated moan. ”I'll just keep enjoying my fried dicken.”
”I hate you.” He grumbled back, before turning back to his task at hand. The group, with the combined efforts of all three ranged classes, and Faust, had managed to bring down two of the dollies, leaving just the three that were harassing Z's pets. They may have won the battle, but he still had the entire war to throw their way.
With a chuckle, he selected the closest mob that fit what he was looking for and gave it a simple command. One of the joys he had found in being a dungeon core within DCO, was that he could manually command his mobs in instances. He may have abused that ability once or twice before, such as when he swarmed Dwight's group with a flock of dicken and a mad cow, but more or less, he rarely used it.
Oak's explanation that he hated snakes though, was just too much. Z, after all, had mentioned he wanted to have fun with this dive into the third floor, before they came back later with a plan. Well, if Z and friends were going to have fun, James was too. After all, this was a great moment to destress, and enjoy one of the finer points to being a dungeon core in DCO. That point being the constant and often hilarious interactions of adventurers and his crazy mobs.
As he watched the raid party finally bring down the remaining three Jolly Dollies, earning a cheer, and more than a few confused looks from the members as they looted the mobs, James couldn't help but smile. With his overhead view of the floor, he could see deep into the swamp around the party. And what he saw, was more than a little exciting.
When he had decided to select his mob, he had been specifically looking for a Giant Plaython. After all, he had 5 Giant Playthons roaming around on his floor, and he had wanted to simply have one appear and attack Oak. It would have been one level 34 mob versus a 10-man group, it wouldn't have been much.
However, the closest Giant Plaython to the entrance, wasn't a loner. Instead, it was one of his packs that he had devised. And well, he couldn't very well just give the plaython a single order. Instead, the entire group of mobs, had made their way rapidly towards the portal entrance.
Because of that, just as the party finished looting the Jolly Dollies, and began to regroup, a commotion caused them all to freeze. Partially due to the sudden movement that was suddenly noticeable in the swamp land, moving rapidly towards them. The other reason being that there was suddenly a loud, haunting, terrified scream, seeming to come from somewhere in the darkness.
”Now, the first real encounter begins.” James said aloud, watching in excitement as a Giant Plaython, with a Mounted Knight on its back, rushed towards the party. In the air, a funky monkey flew towards them, letting out its obnoxious cry. Further in the back, running as fast as his fluffy legs could carry him, a lone lite knight made its way toward the party as well. This was going to be the first, of many awesome fights for this dive. He could just feel it.