The following week, Greg and thirty mavericks trooped into the hunters’ headquarters. 

Each type of hunter would have ten mavericks breathing down their necks in the coming months, who would rotate at month’s end. Greg himself would turn up in any department at any time he deemed fit. Bless his cousin-in-law…fine, and cousin - for materializing this big-shot request he made.

The archers, chameleons and octopuses crammed in the welcome lounge to greet them. Valor’s idea was to start with an introduction session “to break the ice”.

A gust of frustrated exhale left Greg when he replied, “I break necks and limbs, sometimes ribs, but never ice.” Taking one step...