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Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
Swiftglove backed away from the enraged pyromancer with a muffled whine. A thief he may have been, but he still had some empathy left in his greedy heart, and he could tell that Sage was a tick about to pop. And when he did pop, he took a perfectly good carpet out with him. "Uhhh..." He stepped backwards. "...I'm sure your bunny was just stressed...Not everyone we talk to likes mention of Toffee, either. And we do kind of know that he's...unwell." Or was he supposed to be worsening the situation? He was just a fruit thief, what did he know about psychological torture?
You may think that Lucky was unable to hear any of this, but he was, and it gave him no motivation to try fighting his way out of Swiftglove's stomach. He...knew that Megumin was just trying to defend him, but he'd given in to his tunnel vision for Toffee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And then the war began.
Swiftglove accepted this with a start, looking around wildly for his first target. Luckily, said target came charging up to him first, with that stupid hammer in his hands. "MMMPH!" Unable to give any smacktalk, he resorted to scratching at Gretar's face.
Megumin was also glancing around for a target, her Shank snug in her hand. Roman or Facillier would probably be the best bet, so she decided to assist Whisper in taking out the former with attempted slices. Her movements were crooked, her breathing sharp...honestly, she was just shaken by the sudden turn of events. And, as Yang had so brazenly put it, it was the fault of the naïve Sage...and the utterly selfish Chomusuke.
Unlike Sage, Chomusuke knew full well that the world was not black and white by any means.
HE.
PUT.
TOFFEE.
ABOVE.
HIS.
FRIENDS.
And this time, he wouldn't have mind control as an excuse for just...up and ABANDONING them all. She wanted to believe in him and his promise, she really did...
But the writing was on the wall.
After this fight, Chomusuke had to go.
Lazaro1505 marc122 Thepotatogod thatguyinthestore
You may think that Lucky was unable to hear any of this, but he was, and it gave him no motivation to try fighting his way out of Swiftglove's stomach. He...knew that Megumin was just trying to defend him, but he'd given in to his tunnel vision for Toffee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And then the war began.
Swiftglove accepted this with a start, looking around wildly for his first target. Luckily, said target came charging up to him first, with that stupid hammer in his hands. "MMMPH!" Unable to give any smacktalk, he resorted to scratching at Gretar's face.
Megumin was also glancing around for a target, her Shank snug in her hand. Roman or Facillier would probably be the best bet, so she decided to assist Whisper in taking out the former with attempted slices. Her movements were crooked, her breathing sharp...honestly, she was just shaken by the sudden turn of events. And, as Yang had so brazenly put it, it was the fault of the naïve Sage...and the utterly selfish Chomusuke.
Unlike Sage, Chomusuke knew full well that the world was not black and white by any means.
HE.
PUT.
TOFFEE.
ABOVE.
HIS.
FRIENDS.
And this time, he wouldn't have mind control as an excuse for just...up and ABANDONING them all. She wanted to believe in him and his promise, she really did...
But the writing was on the wall.
After this fight, Chomusuke had to go.
Lazaro1505 marc122 Thepotatogod thatguyinthestore
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