"FUCKING RAT SHIT!!! BLOODY FUCKING DUNGEONSCAPE!!!"

"Calm down Micheal. Your the leader here. Your cursing will drop morale." Little nudge with Chaos magic to add more chaos into his mind and...

"BLOODY LEECH INFESTED SHIT COVERED WOUND!!! HOW CAN I STAY CALM!! WE LOST ALL THE HEALING MAGES AND WE ARE OUT OF POTIONS!!!! HOW DID THAT LAST SKELETAL ARCHER KNOW TO TARGET THE THREE HEALERS WE HAVE!!!" That would be my handy work. Not that I would say that.

"Perhaps that Skeletal Archer sensed more life in those mages compared to the rest of us?"

"And targeted them. Maybe. Makes sense."

"So what know oh cursing leader?"

"We have to shut down the operation. We can't hold out if another monster strike force strikes us. Then the one's inside will be flanked by monsters that they don't have any special weakness weapons for."

"What are special weakness weapons?"

"Amelia, special weakness weapons deal extra damage to a specific type of monster. In return, they deal less damage to all other types of monsters."

"Oh."

"You sure about shutting down the whole operation?"

"Yeah, no other choice. The only thing is, who do we send in to pull the advance team out?"

"This is a dragon den, so arrows may not cut it. So not me."

"Fire magic isn't a good idea as well, so I'll stay out here with Clarissa."

"Well, since Clarissa and Amelia can't go, and Micheal needs to lead these people, I guess I'll go."

"Thanks David, I owe you one."

"Just one? Pretty sure you owe me more than that."

"Just get ready to go in there and get them out so that we can leave."

"Give me a bit of time to rest from the last battle, then I will go in."

"Understood. Good luck in there."

"Good luck out here."