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Edmund hears the commotion and after taking a quick glance, smiles widely. "I like your fort!" Skipping down a ravine of lava, he slides to a halt a few feet away. "I'm going to make one too!" Already scowering the ground for a suitable place to build, he sticks his tongue out at Dantalion, [say\"One I'm done, we should fight to see who can destroy each other's fort first." Challenge given, the younger Ancient gets to work, regardless of the other's response. Danta's burrow is good, but Edmund likes the look of a small rock formation. There are a few pillars of dark stone sticking up out of the ground, encircling a small area. Moving quickly, Edmund collects bones and stray lava rocks to fill in the gaps between the pillars. It takes some time but soon he's created a woven fence of bone that connects the pillars. Fort made; he throws one of his stones at Dantalion's fort. "Go!" Edmund the prince of torchline