Battlefields in the modern era were a lot more terrifying than battlefields of my day (which day? all of them). I mean sure back in the day there were huge beasts, or magical traps or something like that, but these pock marked explosion fests were a lot worse! If only because it felt like at anytime something could and would explode on me just for standing in the area! Which is a nice way of saying I spent the night with Slats running from one ruined crater to the next.
It was actually a nice use of my legs which had previous only been running in places in my prison cell (have to keep healthy while incarcerated!). I would have been accelerated if I wasn't so afraid of being exploded. Slats for all his muscles sadly seemed out of shape by a lot. I don't know the exact reason for it, but I made sure to tell him he really needs more cardio in his work outs (he made an obscene gesture towards me at that suggestion). I could see some other men fighting as we went, but Slats informed me that we weren't there to just fight in the random and we should make our way to the rally point. Something I had no idea about!
It became clear to me how badly informed I was currently. Like I'd assumed I could just pick up the conflict on the fly as I had always done (which is sad to admit) but it was clear I was way out of my element. Between the whole new idea of people wearing outfits that don't announce what side they are on, and the modern weaponry the battle was gigantic showing that I was very old and all of my old way of doing things was completely lost.
All the more highlighted when we ran across something that can eat magic. Oh yeah that happened... next entry obviously because I'm a jerk and the ribbon just broke on my typewriter (I upgraded recently from hand writing, I'm sure you noticed!).
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