With the patchwork wolves falling into our hastily-erected shield wall, one might imagine that we were in deep trouble. But, with Mistress Lorelai and Red Beard leading the charge, the opening salvo to this second act of the battle mostly went in our favor.
It wasn't just because the blessed fire kept the other monsters—those pesky ogres and trolls and whatnot—at bay, but also because I'd properly clued in my fellow novices about what to expect when fighting these patchwork wolves.
"Be prepared to block their Helfire breaths!" Helm Grimm yelled to our tanks.
"Do it right and you'll prevent all our deaths!" Koby Grimm added.
"Hard to kill while also wielding Helfire breath?" Red Beard chuckled. "You've brought me some nasty fuckers to play with haven't you, Will?"
"I call them Patchwork Wolves…" I glanced sideways at Mistress Lorelai. "I get to name any monster I encounter first before anyone else, right?"
