Innverse Stats

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10.18 E	“Zemmy and Mera? Are they any good at finding people?”
10.18 E	The Fraerling spun. He had no idea where they were relative to the cliffs, and it didn’t matter. Zemmy, or Zemermial, the stocky Fraerling, blinked at him.
10.18 E	Eurise charged back the way he’d come, so fast he left a trail of wind behind. Zemmy began to run after him, then heard shouts from the others.
10.18 E	He slowed down; Zemmy was the only person who could keep pace with Eurise when the Fraerling ran. One of the [Explorers], Toza, panted.
10.18 E	Zemmy just grinned and motioned.
10.18 E	Then the search and rescue mission became just a rescue mission. And Zemmy couldn’t wait to find this mysterious duo that had all the olds worried.
10.18 E	Eurise was over Level 50, and Zemmy wasn’t bad at fighting either. If a problem came along that Eurise couldn’t out-punch, well, Zemmy hadn’t found it.
10.18 E	Eurise was over Level 50, and Zemmy wasn’t bad at fighting either. If a problem came along that Eurise couldn’t out-punch, well, Zemmy hadn’t found it.
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	“That’s right. And it’s better’n your [Sky Hook], Zemmy. I learned it last week.”
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	However, despite their company—the smile faded after a few minutes. After twenty minutes, Ulvama began glancing at the tent. After forty, she saw Eurise peeking at Veerni and Roja and muttering to Zemmy, who went running ahead.
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, Zemmy.”
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.
10.18 E	They walked off, waving, and the only upset people were Zemmy’s friends, who instantly began punching him in the arm when they picked themselves up. They weren’t half as tough as he was to judge by their winces and swearing.
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.”

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

The Fraerling spun. He had no idea where they were relative to the cliffs, and it didn’t matter. Zemmy, or Zemermial, the stocky Fraerling, blinked at him.

10.18 E

Eurise charged back the way he’d come, so fast he left a trail of wind behind. Zemmy began to run after him, then heard shouts from the others.

10.18 E

He slowed down; Zemmy was the only person who could keep pace with Eurise when the Fraerling ran. One of the [Explorers], Toza, panted.

10.18 E

Zemmy just grinned and motioned.

10.18 E

Then the search and rescue mission became just a rescue mission. And Zemmy couldn’t wait to find this mysterious duo that had all the olds worried.

10.18 E

Eurise was over Level 50, and Zemmy wasn’t bad at fighting either. If a problem came along that Eurise couldn’t out-punch, well, Zemmy hadn’t found it.

10.18 E

Eurise was over Level 50, and Zemmy wasn’t bad at fighting either. If a problem came along that Eurise couldn’t out-punch, well, Zemmy hadn’t found it.

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

“That’s right. And it’s better’n your [Sky Hook], Zemmy. I learned it last week.”

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

However, despite their company—the smile faded after a few minutes. After twenty minutes, Ulvama began glancing at the tent. After forty, she saw Eurise peeking at Veerni and Roja and muttering to Zemmy, who went running ahead.

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, Zemmy.”

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.

10.18 E

They walked off, waving, and the only upset people were Zemmy’s friends, who instantly began punching him in the arm when they picked themselves up. They weren’t half as tough as he was to judge by their winces and swearing.

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.”

Zemmy

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