Innverse Stats

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10.18 E	“Zemmy and Mera? Are they any good at finding people?”
10.18 E	“If he did, sounds like he knows exactly where they are! Come on! Mera’s going to hate missing this!”
10.18 E	“Oi. Mera, don’t fight the hammie. Zemmy, you too.”
10.18 E	Level 30? At least. The young woman—Mera?—turned as the fellow called Zemmy ran over. Ulvama’s eyes were focused on a grey-haired Fraerling standing on top of a swaying blade of grass, eying her up and down. He had on a vest that left his arms bare, and he looked like he was ready to throw down with a dozen hamsters and win. He felt like the old Hobs she had known who obeyed no orders. They roamed around their tribes and came back with monsters they’d killed. Those who even Tremborag had listened to.
10.18 E	“Hey. Zemmy. Mera. Now’s not the time t—”
10.18 E	Ulvama looked over, as the Fraerling sighed, just in time to see both Zemmy and Mera stride up to each other, arms spread as if they were reuniting. Before her confused eyes, and the hamster’s, the two got within hugging range, then simultaneously threw a punch.
10.18 E	Mera ate an uppercut that sent her in an arc over a piece of grass while Zemmy took a fist to his nose that sent him hurtling back in a blur the way he’d come, slamming into the ground and rolling until he came back on his feet. The two stomped back to each other.
10.18 E	“Was that a [Grand Punch], Mera, you bastard?”
10.18 E	The Fraerling with the bow who’d snapped at Zemmy and Mera eyed Ulvama, but she relaxed on the bowstring a bit.
10.18 E	Roja was unconvinced as Veerni strode into the tent. Eurise leapt up after her, and the young Fraerling called Mera grinned. She had green, short-cropped hair and looked like she was Eurise’s successor in spirit and attitude. Both she and Zemmy looked like taking and throwing punches was something they did regularly.
10.18 E	That got them a kick from Mera.
10.18 E	Incidentally, this entire time, the Corumdon Beetle had been engaged in a tug of war with Zemmy, Mera, and eighteen other Fraerlings. Not one versus twenty. Six versus fifteen.
10.18 E	“Hey, Mera.”
10.18 E	Two Fraerlings walked up to each other, a young man and a young woman. Both were…sixteen years old? Mera had a snack in her hands, and Zemmy had been chatting with his friends.
10.18 E	With a resigned air, she put the snack down, and he walked forwards. Then they broke into a run, and Zemmy executed a jump kick that sent Mera flying down the street. Erin watched as the swearing Fraerling charged back, punched her friend, and he went flying into his friends, who scattered like bowling pins. Erin stopped sipping a bowl of broth to stare at the two.
10.18 E	Then the two went about their day. Mera picked up her snack, and Zemmy called out.
10.24 E	“I reckon if I get to Level 40, I can do both. Right? That’s what Zemmy ‘n Mera are doing.”
10.24 E	“I’m not stupid like Zemmy and Mera.”
10.24 E	“Fantim? He’s the village’s rulemaster. His word goes unless we have a really good reason. Eurise is our village’s guardian. That’s sort of like the Tallguard. He has his group that take on threats. Rojalin—she was looking for you—Zemmy, Mera, those are our two young [Brawlers], both over Level 40—they’re good to remember. I’m the highest-level [Healer] in the village, and eh, everyone else is just them.”
10.24 E	But he didn’t seem…dangerous. He came strolling into the village while Erin and Ulvama were reading books outside the library. He was followed by Rojalin and the two young [Brawlers], Mera and Zemmy.
10.24 E	“Hey there. Looks like the village’s decided it’s time to rebuild. You alright? No one gave you trouble, did they? This is Rojalin—Roja—Zemmy, and Mera. There’s a few others who explore and defend our spot, but this is the lot you’ll see in our village most of the time. Except for Zemmy; he’s from another village.”
10.24 E	Eurise grasped her arm quickly with an easy smile, and Erin glanced guiltily at Ulvama, who held her book up to hide her face. Eurise eyed the Battle Hamster, who had raised his paws and was staring hard at Eurise—and Zemmy, Roja, and Mera.
10.24 E	Mera and Zemmy tilted their heads, confused, but Eurise just took a moment before laughing.
10.24 E	Erin just gaped at Eurise. She peered at him, then Roja, then Zemmy and Mera. She couldn’t read Roja well, but the two [Brawlers] were an open book to her. They’d been whispering and shoving each other like immature children until Roja glared at them. Either they didn’t know anything or they were genuinely…
10.24 E	She fixed Erin with a narked stare, and Eurise hid a grin with one weathered hand. Zemmy and Mera nodded.

“Zemmy and Mera? Are they any good at finding people?”

“If he did, sounds like he knows exactly where they are! Come on! Mera’s going to hate missing this!”

“Oi. Mera, don’t fight the hammie. Zemmy, you too.”

Level 30? At least. The young woman—Mera?—turned as the fellow called Zemmy ran over. Ulvama’s eyes were focused on a grey-haired Fraerling standing on top of a swaying blade of grass, eying her up and down. He had on a vest that left his arms bare, and he looked like he was ready to throw down with a dozen hamsters and win. He felt like the old Hobs she had known who obeyed no orders. They roamed around their tribes and came back with monsters they’d killed. Those who even Tremborag had listened to.

10.18 E

“Hey. Zemmy. Mera. Now’s not the time t—”

10.18 E

Ulvama looked over, as the Fraerling sighed, just in time to see both Zemmy and Mera stride up to each other, arms spread as if they were reuniting. Before her confused eyes, and the hamster’s, the two got within hugging range, then simultaneously threw a punch.

10.18 E

Mera ate an uppercut that sent her in an arc over a piece of grass while Zemmy took a fist to his nose that sent him hurtling back in a blur the way he’d come, slamming into the ground and rolling until he came back on his feet. The two stomped back to each other.

10.18 E

“Was that a [Grand Punch], Mera, you bastard?”

10.18 E

The Fraerling with the bow who’d snapped at Zemmy and Mera eyed Ulvama, but she relaxed on the bowstring a bit.

10.18 E

Roja was unconvinced as Veerni strode into the tent. Eurise leapt up after her, and the young Fraerling called Mera grinned. She had green, short-cropped hair and looked like she was Eurise’s successor in spirit and attitude. Both she and Zemmy looked like taking and throwing punches was something they did regularly.

10.18 E

That got them a kick from Mera.

10.18 E

Incidentally, this entire time, the Corumdon Beetle had been engaged in a tug of war with Zemmy, Mera, and eighteen other Fraerlings. Not one versus twenty. Six versus fifteen.

10.18 E

“Hey, Mera.”

10.18 E

Two Fraerlings walked up to each other, a young man and a young woman. Both were…sixteen years old? Mera had a snack in her hands, and Zemmy had been chatting with his friends.

10.18 E

With a resigned air, she put the snack down, and he walked forwards. Then they broke into a run, and Zemmy executed a jump kick that sent Mera flying down the street. Erin watched as the swearing Fraerling charged back, punched her friend, and he went flying into his friends, who scattered like bowling pins. Erin stopped sipping a bowl of broth to stare at the two.

10.18 E

Then the two went about their day. Mera picked up her snack, and Zemmy called out.

10.24 E

“I reckon if I get to Level 40, I can do both. Right? That’s what Zemmy ‘n Mera are doing.”

10.24 E

“I’m not stupid like Zemmy and Mera.”

10.24 E

“Fantim? He’s the village’s rulemaster. His word goes unless we have a really good reason. Eurise is our village’s guardian. That’s sort of like the Tallguard. He has his group that take on threats. Rojalin—she was looking for you—Zemmy, Mera, those are our two young [Brawlers], both over Level 40—they’re good to remember. I’m the highest-level [Healer] in the village, and eh, everyone else is just them.”

10.24 E

But he didn’t seem…dangerous. He came strolling into the village while Erin and Ulvama were reading books outside the library. He was followed by Rojalin and the two young [Brawlers], Mera and Zemmy.

10.24 E

“Hey there. Looks like the village’s decided it’s time to rebuild. You alright? No one gave you trouble, did they? This is Rojalin—Roja—Zemmy, and Mera. There’s a few others who explore and defend our spot, but this is the lot you’ll see in our village most of the time. Except for Zemmy; he’s from another village.”

10.24 E

Eurise grasped her arm quickly with an easy smile, and Erin glanced guiltily at Ulvama, who held her book up to hide her face. Eurise eyed the Battle Hamster, who had raised his paws and was staring hard at Eurise—and Zemmy, Roja, and Mera.

10.24 E

Mera and Zemmy tilted their heads, confused, but Eurise just took a moment before laughing.

10.24 E

Erin just gaped at Eurise. She peered at him, then Roja, then Zemmy and Mera. She couldn’t read Roja well, but the two [Brawlers] were an open book to her. They’d been whispering and shoving each other like immature children until Roja glared at them. Either they didn’t know anything or they were genuinely…

10.24 E

She fixed Erin with a narked stare, and Eurise hid a grin with one weathered hand. Zemmy and Mera nodded.

Mera

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