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The Pun Tyrant
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The situation below didn't seem about to get any better. There were more sounds, more smoke, and whatever that thing was that was rustling. What were our teachers doing? Ah, who was I kidding? Obviously they had to agree with that old fart at some level- that a degree of pain was needed and the school of hard knocks was the best school for a hero in training- or they would never have allowed his arrogant behavior. All these screams were probably coming from students falling into traps or getting assaulted by teachers or their aids. The only thing that didn't quite add up about it is why the ruckus seemed to start simultaneously for every group, when some groups had gone way ahead of others and a few (as far as I knew) hadn't even left for their exercise yet.
I had just brushed away Ari's compliment from my mind when a certain familiar voice came to reinforce it.
"Hana?!" I shouted, looking down at the slight opening in the trees below me. Next to Ari whose eyes were still fixed on my red-faced body, stood that old French friend of mine with her mon amies and mon a mons or whatever it was. "What are you... Did you get lost? Wait, are you a replacement?"
The teams changed once before, from when we entered to when we left th Le bus. It wouldn't be odd for them to replace members during the exercise itself. As such, I cleared my throat, recalling that there wasn't a very important detail I couldn't afford to just forget about.
"Let me make it very clear. I am not c-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence. When I wasn't looking, something long and hard slammed right into my stomach, fortunately sideways which distributed the force a little better. Still, it was the sensation of being in a rollercoaster, it suddenly stopping and you finding yourself slammed into that metal bar in front...I imagined. It had been ages since I last was allowed near a rollercoaster.
The falling that followed was much like one as well though. I could feel a force pushing against my back, probably Ari's efforts, but I was already falling with such force I feared she might not be able to make me stop. My stomach was hurting like crazy already, and while my hands grabbed it in agony they were unable to shield my face or arm's from the he branches that cut into me as I fell, fortunately stopped in time to not get turned into the pancake hero.
From beneath the tree line, I could make out just faint traces of the just gigantic bone pile that stood before us. My feet began shaking a little. Was this really still part of our test? Wasn't this a little too insane for a test? Was that thing even really the work of a hero? If it was it'd probably rank #1 in the heroes that look like villains pool, wouldn't it?
"Arietty! Hannah! Are you both alright?" I began attempting to stand, slowly as I still felt the need to keep at least one hand upon my stomach due to the pain. "Do you have any idea who that is? Do we have to fight him...her...them?"
If we did, this was trouble. I was barely able to think right now, too much pain. I didn't have anything resembling proper equipment with me either, not even condensed into me. At most I could try doing something with branches or rocks...but against a giant thing like that, would that really work?
"Do either of you...have a plan?" I inquired.
Interacting with: Maj (arietty) Cyan Hide (Hana)
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The situation below didn't seem about to get any better. There were more sounds, more smoke, and whatever that thing was that was rustling. What were our teachers doing? Ah, who was I kidding? Obviously they had to agree with that old fart at some level- that a degree of pain was needed and the school of hard knocks was the best school for a hero in training- or they would never have allowed his arrogant behavior. All these screams were probably coming from students falling into traps or getting assaulted by teachers or their aids. The only thing that didn't quite add up about it is why the ruckus seemed to start simultaneously for every group, when some groups had gone way ahead of others and a few (as far as I knew) hadn't even left for their exercise yet.
I had just brushed away Ari's compliment from my mind when a certain familiar voice came to reinforce it.
"Hana?!" I shouted, looking down at the slight opening in the trees below me. Next to Ari whose eyes were still fixed on my red-faced body, stood that old French friend of mine with her mon amies and mon a mons or whatever it was. "What are you... Did you get lost? Wait, are you a replacement?"
The teams changed once before, from when we entered to when we left th Le bus. It wouldn't be odd for them to replace members during the exercise itself. As such, I cleared my throat, recalling that there wasn't a very important detail I couldn't afford to just forget about.
"Let me make it very clear. I am not c-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence. When I wasn't looking, something long and hard slammed right into my stomach, fortunately sideways which distributed the force a little better. Still, it was the sensation of being in a rollercoaster, it suddenly stopping and you finding yourself slammed into that metal bar in front...I imagined. It had been ages since I last was allowed near a rollercoaster.
The falling that followed was much like one as well though. I could feel a force pushing against my back, probably Ari's efforts, but I was already falling with such force I feared she might not be able to make me stop. My stomach was hurting like crazy already, and while my hands grabbed it in agony they were unable to shield my face or arm's from the he branches that cut into me as I fell, fortunately stopped in time to not get turned into the pancake hero.
From beneath the tree line, I could make out just faint traces of the just gigantic bone pile that stood before us. My feet began shaking a little. Was this really still part of our test? Wasn't this a little too insane for a test? Was that thing even really the work of a hero? If it was it'd probably rank #1 in the heroes that look like villains pool, wouldn't it?
"Arietty! Hannah! Are you both alright?" I began attempting to stand, slowly as I still felt the need to keep at least one hand upon my stomach due to the pain. "Do you have any idea who that is? Do we have to fight him...her...them?"
If we did, this was trouble. I was barely able to think right now, too much pain. I didn't have anything resembling proper equipment with me either, not even condensed into me. At most I could try doing something with branches or rocks...but against a giant thing like that, would that really work?
"Do either of you...have a plan?" I inquired.
Interacting with: Maj (arietty) Cyan Hide (Hana)
Mentions: AkuTheWolfOkami (Skeletor)
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