He Who Fights with Monsters 11 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #11)

by Shirtaloon

Clive and Farrah approached Jason and Miriam, still watching Gary fight the avatar to a goopy standstill. “Thank you for coming,” Miriam said to them. “Even if it’s completely unnecessary,” Jason muttered. “What exactly is the issue?” Clive asked. “Jason was explaining⁠—” “Ah,” Clive and Farrah both said, nodding. “I’m not that bad at explaining things,” Jason said defensively. “Let me guess,” Farrah said. “He starts not entirely on-topic, heading in the rough direction of a point as he tries to give context. But in the middle, he offhandedly mentions something ridiculous like getting into a knife fight with the Builder⁠—” “I was the only one with a knife,” Jason interrupted. “—or killing blood cultists by making them argue about gender roles in the workplace,” Farrah continued, ignoring him. “I don’t know what that means,” Miriam said, “but that does sound like the pattern I was encountering. Did you both know he has an apocalypse beast?” “Colin?” Farrah asked. “Yeah, he’s a good boy. You can’t let Jason distract you with that stuff. He’s way too excitable over running down every conversational tangent. And he loves talking about himself.” “I do not,” Jason said. “Jason,” Farrah said. “How many times have you died now?” “That’s actually an increasingly tricky topic. I was talking with the goddess of Death recently, and I⁠—” “Also, he likes to name-drop,” Clive said. “What was he trying to explain in the first place?” Jason called a cloud chair out of the shrunken cloud fl...