'Keep to the corner!' Maya yelled. 'Atomic Blizzard!'
It was amazing to watch as the deathly green icicles rained down from above once more, each one killing twelve bats and the gaunt-looking Foreman before he'd even had a chance to wave his pickaxe.
'Would you look at that, Maya? More cloth scraps.'
She shook her head at me but looked back up when Cali cried out with joy. 'Gown of the Watcher,' it's not exactly pleasing to the eye, but it has better stats than the ones I've currently got.'
'How do we carry everything we find, Maya? My robe pockets, as deep as they are, are already bursting at the seams with junk.'
Maya mimicked slapping herself in the face. 'None of you have a bag?'
There were a lot of sighs. 'We haven't had the chance to buy any.'
