《Woke Up a Tree.》Chapter 33
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The airboats looked like a big hit. The mana guns were an even bigger hit. I wondered how to follow up my success.
I was a little worried about the skeletons attacking. Their presence had impacted my domain in a most unpleasant fashion. I would have to keep an eye on that sector of the forest. I made a note to have Gina increase the patrols in that area.
Speaking of Gina.
“Good Morning.” I called out to Gina.
“What?” She grumpily replied.
“What do you mean, what?” I asked back.
“You only talk to me when you want something.” Gina told me.
Well shit. She might be right. Nevermind.
“Those new mana guns look pretty cool.” I told her. “Do you think you and your warriors would like some?” I asked her.
“A few mana guns would be nice.” She told me. “But a true warrior needs to be able to feel the enemy beneath her claws.”
“Yes. Yes. Crush your enemies, drive them before and to hear the lamentation of their queens.” I said.
“That is exactly it.” Gina told me excitedly. “I wish to hear the lamentations of their queens.” Gina began to excitedly chitter. I didn’t have the heart to tell my ants how cute they were when they were excited.
I started tinkering in my creation room. I had made a room with models of all the different things I wanted to make. I definitely wasn’t playing with action figures here. This room was separate from the workshop I had made with Monte. He had a few cool ideas but I like to create prototypes to see how they worked before I made a full scale item.
The first problem I ran into was how does an ant hold a gun? Probably not very well I decided. Maybe a redesign of the ant would be in order. I toyed around with several different variations. An ant walking on two legs. This would leave two pairs of arms for fighting. I couldn’t find an easy way to make all the modifications to the ant. They all looked weird.
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Maybe have the ant walk on four legs and leave the two forelegs as arms. This had possibilities. Some sort of ant centaur. An antauri. Yes. I even had a cool name. I worked on lengthening the torso. We needed more and different muscle attachments. This warrior was going to be shredded.
I needed to make sure this variation had enough mana power to fire the weapons at a decent rate.
Now I needed mana guns for this bad ass ant. The ant was approximately the same height as a human. But she had more mass and weighed more. I thought about the gun we had used before. That was too lightweight. I needed something with more umph.
The revolver rifle idea Monte had was pretty cool. But if I made the mana reservoirs bigger, I wouldn’t be able to cram as many in as before.
I finally decided on three chambers. They were larger than before. I felt since the ants had a higher mana regeneration rate, they would still have a similar rate of fire. The extra mana reserves also meant I could play around with the type of spell I could cast.
This was all so exciting. Maybe a bigger fireball? Fireball was always cool but I wasn’t worried about damaging myself. Trees were notoriously flammable.
Maybe something with less flame but more explosion? Yes. This was the way. I worked on creating a rune of compression. The idea was distantly related to the rune I had discovered on the sky whales. Their flying rune attached to already existing mana flows and pushed against the mana flow. Maybe if I worked the rune inside out and backwards, the force would compress the mana. Now to shape the mana into a cylinder shape.
Kerumph.
Ah. I seemed to have destroyed my workshop. That seemed to happen with depressing regularity. Everytime I tried to make a better rune something would go wrong.
No worries. I could just make a new one. Hopefully no one noticed that boom. Also the explosion verified I was on the right track. All I had to do now was make the explosion happen closer to the enemies.
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