He Who Fights with Monsters 10 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #10)

by Shirtaloon

“Good to have you back, bro. I saw your death-dive. You don’t muck about.” “Thank you.” “Yeah,” Taika continued. “You fight the same way Jason makes life choices.” “What?”

As more and more people arrived at ground level, it increasingly became a sports arena with no food stands and no public bathrooms. Jason watched proceedings from the air, sitting in his cloud chair. He sighed. “A lot of people are going to poop in my soul.”

You strike me as a man who starts giving context until he forgets what he was talking about in the first place.” Jason laughed again.

Clive arrived riding Onslow. After dropping Clive off, the rune tortoise turned into a cloud of colourful lights that sank through Clive’s shirt to become a tattoo on his torso. “Clive,” Jason said. “I always wondered, does the big chest tat help with the ladies?” “No,” Clive said. “Turning it into an adorable tortoise they can feed lettuce leaves to helps with the ladies.”

“It takes hope to find the light in the dark. Give up and you’ll miss it.”

“Sometimes crazy is the only plan that will work,” Gary said. “That’s when you need Jason.”

Aura combat was one of the few places where willpower could tip the scales of rank, if only a little.

I’m an interdimensional ninja warlock, so epic moments are kind of my thing.”

But some days you have to stop and recognise your life is awesome. I’m negotiating an immortality pact with the goddess of death so I can fight that undead army over there. And the reason I’m doing that is so my friend can use a wizard spell so I can fight over a magic tree inside a warped pocket of reality. This is a top-seven moment for me. Probably. Top-eight, definitely. I once found a taco that looked just like the British actor Brian Blessed. I mean, I think it did; I was pretty drunk.”

Leadership isn’t just about giving commands, Jason. People have to rely on you.

It was time to stop thinking like an astral king and start thinking like an adventurer again.

“I am Garth Larosse, High Priest of Undeath.” “I’m Jason Asano, man’s man, ladies’ man, man about town.” “You’re a fool.” “Oh yes.” “Why would the undead being ugly have any bearing on victory here?” “Because it’s not about what you do, Garth; it’s about how good you look doing it.”