I gulp dryly and shudder as i see a glint of intelligence in the wyrmlings eyes that wasn't there earlier. As i walk back out the building I motion at Wug to follow and we continue on deeper into the cave, stopping at every building realizing that most are empty but several have more ratlings inside with random monster corpse to feed on. Each time we come upon one of these building the wyrmling enters and quickly dispatches each of the defenseless creature quickly before walking back to us and continuing on its way. After walking for what i think is an hour we notice noise up ahead that sounds like cheering, followed by the clinking of metal. We slowly sneak our way towards the entrance and see a large pit dug into a huge cavern. Several WereRats of varying builds and levels surround the top of the arena as they throw rotted food and rocks into the pit. I glance at the pit and see that at the bottom there is a large pale lizard fighting a group of spiders the size of a Saint Bernard. There are cages built into the walls around the arena and I can just barely make out the body of the last wyrmling lying on the ground inside one of the cells.

"Ok so here's the plan guys. There are way to many of these guys to charge in so we have to try and get a few at a time like those brawlers. We need to separate them without letting the entire group realize what's going on. I think what we should do is have the wyrmling get one or two of their attention and then lead them back towards us. We hide around the corner and as they run past I'll use the machete knife to try and get a shot in its stomach while Wug can just use his ham hands to grab one of them and squeeze. Any questions?" I ask after explaining my rough idea and looking at Wug. After Wug shakes his head in understanding i look at the wyrmling who has his hand raised meekly. I nod at him and am surprised as he begins talking.

"The plan will work but I can do more Master. Let me sneak on one of the smaller ones first before leading a couple back. That way we can clear their numbers faster as well as take less of a risk." It hisses fluently making my jaw drop and Wug grunts in surprise. As we stare at it the wyrmling bashfully sways its body looking at the ground explaining how after he killed the first brawler he actually leveled up and decided to put both point into his INT. After that he understood that he was probably the last wyrmling alive and couldn't not cry which was when he hugged me, afterwards deciding that to make things right he would work hard to level more and finally get revenge for his mates.

"Wait your mates?! Are you saying that all three of those were your ladies? I ask in shock as the wyrmling starts giggling before running out of breath. After finally calming down and being able to breath the wyrmling explains that in wyrmling culture females are the leaders while males are usually mindless breeding stock. At this point i realize that I've assumed that this wyrmling was actually a male and begin profusely apologizing to the wyrmlings delight before being forgiven. Afterwards she tells us that after killing all the ratlings she's already hit level 3 and has dumped another point into her INT and one into her AGI making he slightly smarter than Wug but slower than me. After we realize this we agree with her idea and watch her sneak behind a tall and lanky WereRat and ,after glancing back at us and smiling, she shoves the rat forward and darts away quickly as it falls into the arena to the surprise of the other rats. After several seconds a few of the other spectators cheer followed by hollering and laughs while the lanky rat is attacked by both the lizard and the spiders, his screams cutting off abruptly as the jaws of a spider sink in his throat, leaving him to make a low pitched gurgling noise as the lizard jumps on the spiders back.

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After the rats death the wyrmling picks up several rocks and begins throwing them at two WereRats that are standing close to each other, hitting each of them several times on the back of the head, enraging them as their eyes glow a deep red and their bodies expand slightly with muscle. Both rats spot the wyrmling and begin chasing it as it runs towards our entrance in fear, its normally brown scales paling to an almost grey as it starts gasping for breath and rounds the corner before sliding past us and falling to the ground. Wug and I prepare ourselves as we hear the snarling of the wererats just around the corner. As the first one begins rounding the curve Wug's hand darts out quickly and grabs the rat by the face, palming its entire head before squeezing and grimacing at the loud crunching noise and fur, bone, and brain matter seep through his fingers and squelch onto the ground. As the second rat comes barreling past the bend i swing the machete knife as hard as i can and hear a loud thonk followed by a growl and a tumbling sound. After i open my eyes and look around before noticing the rat is still alive but is now crippled after the machete lodged itself into its leg almost going completely through the bone. As the rat glares at me I smile while uncoiling my whip and begin lashing out at the rat creating large splits in its fur, after several minutes it finally dies from the amount of blood leaking from its many wounds.

"Not sure I want this anymore guys, I know we have to kill them but that was a little brutal." I say as both Wug and the wyrmling nod in agreement before we lure another two rats to us. We end up doing this three more times and securing six more kills before a loud screech is heard from the arena followed but what sounds like a loud horn . The three of us sneak towards the entryway and gulp as we see a very rotund rat waddling around on the other side of the arena, the fat creature standing at five feet tall it has deep-set black eyes surrounded by a face of gray fur that trails down into a curly beard. It's fur is pitch black and in one hand it carries a beat up wooden cane with a silver wolfs head on the top. The fat rat is screaming at several brawlers as it points towards the extremly empty seating on our side of the arena, the brawlers shaking in fear as the fat rat swings the can at one brawlers head and the WereRat dies instantly. I inspect the fat rat and my face pales in fear at what's in front of me.

(Don Juan Demousso Level 7 Boss)

Don Juan Demousso started his life as a skinny ratlings with no power. After years of torment he snapped and attacked one of those that pushed him around, killing him brutally and then devouring his body. After this Don Juan Demousso rose to be the alpha of the WereRats and viscously took control of the tribe, creating a strong hierarchy where he would literally eat the competition. Very few have left a meeting with the Don alive and he plans to keep it that way.

A damn boss monster...and its strong...and it also still has eight or nine minions to command as well plus the animals in the pit. We are so...so...screwed....