"Now that we have the coordinates, it is important that we get a move on without any delay. But in our current status, it's going to be a major headache if you try to drag our crippled asses along. Go ahead. Magina and I can take care of ourselves." Ash voiced out, laboring to get into a sitting position.
"Chill out. Have a smoke." Morpheuz inserted a cigar between Ash's dry lips, obtained a blue Cricket lighter from his pocket and flamed the tip of the cigarette stick. "I knew you were craving for one.:)"
"There's no way we're leaving you guys up here. Right, Morph?" Mykee said.
"Ab-so-lute-ly," the monk agreed. "Though there is something that's bothering me. We can't carry them on our backs. Their bodies are too fragile because of their injuries." Then he turned to Ash. "Just stay put OK? We'll think of a way to get out of here together... in one piece."
"In that case," Magina seemed to have regained his consciousness. The shock that his spine had absorbed a while ago had made him collapse. He tried to reach for his backpack but his weak arms prevented him. "P-please get that Fit'n'Right bottle for me. It's in my bag."
"Fit and what? What on earth do you need that stupid fag drink for?" Morph's blood rushed to his head. So he just calmed his nerves and hooked Magina's backpack by the straps then brought out a plastic bottle filled with red liquid.Mykee got driven mad by thirst when he saw the container in Morph's hand. "Wa! That's my favorite watermelon flavor! Gimme some!"
"No!" The assassin barked. "That's my rapid healing potion! Hurry up and let Ash drink some."
At first Ash hesitated. "Is this thing safe? I mean... I know Magina's a devoted botanist and alchemist but he'd killed Harry Potter with just a shotglass of this... rapid...healing potion, as you call it."
"Yeah, yeah. We all know that your buddy's a 100% HP hater. No need for you telling us that. Now drink up! C'mon baby!" Morph squeezed the disabled wizard's cheeks to force him to open his mouth.
Ash gagged, then he cackled: "Nyahahaha! Screw HP! LotR's still the best! Wahahaha! So let's see how rapid this potion of yours could--"
"What the ef! Your wounds vanished! Holy shit!" Mykee and Morpheuz shouted in disbelief.
"Reminds me of idiot number one and idiot number two from the David Blaine Street Magic parody on youtube. What a pair of assholes," Magina remarked, then he took the bottle and drank what was left of the potion.
All refreshed and geared up, the group trailed the footway downhill to follow Lust's coordinates. There's no autopath function in BC so let's just hope our team of cuties would make it there safely.
. . .
"Alert! Alert! Medusa's boyfriend is on the loose! He's escaping!" An aborigine alarmed in a radio report to his mates.
"I'm not her boyfriend. And I'm not escaping." Lust slipped behind the aborigine and severed his head with a dagger.
"Come out, folks! I'm right here!"
Several aborigine rangers with bows appeared from the trees and started shooting poison arrows at the provoking assassin. But those were only deflected by Lust's Greedy Wolf Armguard +6. Subsequently, the rangers were slain systematically by the warmongering sin.
"Is that it? You're not even trying!!!" Lust's lust for war was insatiable.
Then a group of Aborigine Magicians arrived into the scene. They were good for nothing with their absurd casting time though, and Lust deleted them from his target list with a single Adrenaline Rush and a series of hard-hitting Poison Bashes. All their heads were split open like coconuts.
Next up were the Aborigine Spearmen, the Chief's basic units of warfare. The pawns. And moreover, they were Chaty's abductors. Their captain moved forward and said something to Lust.
"Still in the mood for fighting huh, Lust? It's too late to save your fairy. She's pro'bly on the altar now, waiting for the ritual to commence. To be honest, I had decided not to kill you in hopes that I could take you here to witness the sacrificial ceremony first-hand. But after realizing that you have caused a lot more trouble than I expected, I guess I am left with no choice. So before I send you to the afterlife, tell me, how did you survive my poison so easily?"
Lust couldn't explain about that either, although there's a single theory that had touched his mind: the venom intake when he consumed his own son had granted him extraordinary resistance to negative buffs. He opted not to disclose that information to the aborigine. Instead he just threw another provoking statement.
"You oily-headed jerks are all talks. Now, either you tell me where the altar is and that would be the end of it of course, or... I will beat you up so badly that your mothers are gonna sue me."
The Spearmen's Captain squinted at the outrage and ordered his troop. "Get him! Git-that-braaattt!!!"
Five strong spear-wielding aborigines charged with their spearheads pointed to the awaiting assassin.
"Yaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Lust understood that they were too many for him to take on at once so he backed away a bit and clutched the Dragon Roc dangling from his belt. The support weapon released a terrifying squawk that caused the aborigines to lose their concentration.
E E E E E E K K K K!
"Now you're dead ^_^," Lust affirmed. As he adjusted to deliver his fatal slices, the loamy surface where his enemies remained began to vibrate and thunder. His back-up was already there.
"Heheheeh! Ash and Mykee. You're kill-stealing from me again!" He waved at the wizards. Morph and Magina, too.
The wizzes stood ground in an unseen corner, with hands crossed and blades rotating like the hands of a clock, but in opposite directions. After a few seconds, hundreds of hard crystalline spikes grew forcefully from the floor, dismembering and disemboweling everything in their wake.
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