With my hands as my main casting instrument thanks to my new gloves, I was starting to feel like a real mage. Before, with my guns and "Bullets" I felt more like a soldier from back on earth. My spells had not changed, and in many ways, I was still basically a commando. I had bullets and grenades. I traveled in stealth. My moves were not flashy, but they most certainly were deadly.
Trash mobs from the latest dungeon lay at my feet. My grenades had decimated the groups, while my bullets picked off the survivors. Hylia stood behind me, only shaking her head.
We had entered a D rank dungeon, this time the prey of focus was Giant praying mantises. They were swift and strong, but their defense was lacking. Their sharp scythe like arms could easily take off the head of their prey. Unfortunately for them by guerilla warfare style easily defeated them, and up until this point Hylia had not even needed to take action. Their speed was useless if they were dead before they could detect me.
