The Knight and the Squire [Spirit Fragment Hunt/Solo]
Nov 7, 2018 0:28:19 GMT
Post by Sasha on Nov 7, 2018 0:28:19 GMT
Tyrant’s Labyrinth. Not the first place one would go in search of a quiet time to wind down and relax after a long day of work, at least to most people. It should go without saying by now that Emil wasn’t like most people.
Admittedly, stopping to try and sell things next to one of the allegedly most hard to navigate places in the Digital World wasn’t the smartest of business models, but if Emil had been actually worried about making a profit that day he would have stayed on Rosewood. Right now he considered this a much deserved break from the madness of the loud cities, enjoying the peace and quiet of the forest.
So imagine the red beetle’s surprise once he heard approaching footsteps loudly stepping on the many fallen leaves not too far from him. He’d turn his head to see a rather rare sight: a blonde human (a rather short and petite one at that) was making her way down the road towards his cart. While seeing humans walking around was now a rather common sight all over the digital world, what really stood out to Emil was that this person was alone, no digimon partner or human to accompany them.
The bug like digimon scratched his head as a worrying thought came to him: Could the human possibly be lost, perhaps? If so that was rather worrying! They could get hurt this far from civilization! As an aspiring knight, Emil would not let such a thing slide.
As soon as the human (who he could now identify as a female) was within hearing distance, he’d approach her whilst waving his arms (both the natural left one and the prosthetic metallic rod he used in place of his missing right arm) in greeting. “Excuse me ma’am, what may I-“ his attempt at a greeting was swiftly interrupted however by a rather irritated glare coming from the human.
“Wowowow, hold it right there bug, who you’re calling “ma’am”?” She’d snap, sounding offended. “I’m barely 23 years old you know? I’m nowhere close old enough to be called ma’am.”
“Oh! Forgive my rudeness miss, I was not aware of my mistake, I’m not exactly an expert at discerning human age.” The bug attempted to rectify his mistake, bowing his head apologetically. It seemed to help a bit, as the girl didn’t seem as angry, though she was certainly annoyed.
“Look, what do you want? I’m kinda busy.” She glanced back between the Tentomon and a small black device on her hand, not unlike someone being very aware of the hour.
“Right! It won’t take long, I promise!” The short bug happily chirped, fluttering behind his makeshift cart. “Now, could I interest you in my wares?” Was this the best way of starting a conversation? Perhaps not, but after her strong reaction it was probably better to not follow up the age question with asking her if she was lost, else she’d get even more offended.
The human took a closer inspection at the cart, taking note of the various rusty pendants, the collars made out of chains and painted nails, rings fabricated with metallic nuts with shiny gems glued on top, and various other items of similar description.
“So you sell…junk.” She commented rather bluntly.
“That’s…one way of describing it.” The beetle nodded, sounding just a bit hurt, but didn’t let himself get too discouraged. “I prefer the term “useful gadgets for your every day existence.””
“You call this a gadget?” She quirked an eyebrow, dangling a small contraption made out of various rusty chains, nails, and wire. It looked not unlike a dream catcher, but without any visible place to hang it from.
“Well, technically most of them are purely decorative sure, but some do have a practical use!” He immediately opened one of the many drawers of his side of the cart, and after some rustling was heard he took out a small utensil and offered it to the blonde. Said piece of cutlery wasn’t so much an original creation as it was a metal fork and a spoon melded together into one single contraption. “I call this one “the foon”.”
Emil stated proudly, smiling to himself (or at least it sure felt like he was). The girl blinked once, twice before sighing, clearly not impressed.
“Wouldn’t spork be a better name?” She muttered to herself, though Emil pretended not to hear her. He knew his invention would catch on. Someday…eventually…
Still, Sasha just rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, she had clearly had enough of this distraction. “Listen, your collection is quite…endearing I guess? But I don’t really need anything you have here, bug.”
“Oh, that’s alright. Apologies for wasting your time.” He would bow once again, slightly saddened but still remaining relatively chipper, though he would gaze back at the blonde for a moment to add, “Oh and miss? My name is not Bug, I’m Emil.”
“Whatever, see you around Emil.” By now the woman had turned away and was now continuing her way, going deep into the thick greenery. It should have been fairly easy for Emil to simply ignore the human and let her be by herself on the wilderness.
But obviously, he couldn’t do such a thing. It went against his code of honor as a would be knight! Leaving his cart behind he quickly flew after her, his wings lightly buzzing as he fluttered by her side.
“Hey so, I don’t want to assume anything but…if you’re lost I could give you some directions to get out of here.”
“I’m not lost, I came here looking for a thing.”
Obviously not content with such a vague answer, the digital bug pressed further.
“Right. If I may ask, miss…what is this thing you’re looking for here?”
The blonde stopped in her tracks, giving Emil a long, intense stare, as if debating what to do, and for a short but tense moment the Tentomon worried he had said something bad, at least until the girl finally spoke again.
“Ok first off, drop it with the miss, it’s freaking weird. Just call me Sasha. Second...” she paused, reaching into her pocket and taking out her black digivice, showing the screen to the bug, before continuing in a slightly condescending tone, as if she was talking down to a kid, “…I’m following this signal right here. I don’t know what it is, but according to an acquaintance of mine it’s really important for me to get there to get stronger. Now will you stop pestering me?”
Despite her rather despective tone, the bug remained impassive, too focused on the blinking screen to pay attention to her words. He remained in there for a solid moment, before slowly looking up to Sasha.
“I know where that is.” He stated simply, his tone no longer chipper and happy, but rather dead serious. “It’s not far from here, but it’s dangerous for a human to wander in alone.”
Having stated this, he immediately jumped in front of Sasha, blocking her path. She tried to sidestep him, walk around him, even try to jump above him, but every time Emil would quickly move, always standing up in front of her regardless, always blocking her progress like an impassable, moving wall. A 3 feet tall wall, but still a very persistent wall.
"The hell are you doing now?!"
“Lady Sasha. On my honor as a knight I can’t let you proceed alone any further.” The tentomon remained firm, unwavering, unwilling to move out of the way. Needless to say, Sasha was more than aggravated by this, her annoyed expression turning into one of anger.
“Get out of the way Emil, you’re not stopping me.” Sasha said, fists clenched in barely controlled anger. But even still Tentomon merely shook his head.
“You misunderstand me, my lady. I won’t stop you from proceeding…as long as you let me act as your guide.” The bug stated firmly, much to the disbelief of the Russian blonde.
“You ballsy little-“ But before she could finish her threat, she stopped herself, turning to face behind her, as if she had heard something right to her side. Emil wasn’t sure what to make of this, although he could have sworn he saw the air next to the human…distorting ever so slightly. He didn’t have long to think about it, as she soon turned back to face him, a more calm expression on her face. “Hmph, you got lucky this time, bug.”
She sighed a bit, rubbing her temple for a moment, before saying, “You win. Lead the way, Emil.”
The tentomon relaxed his stance, before hopping up in the air a couple times. “Huzzah! I knew you’d listen to reason, my lady Sasha!” Clearly, he was back to his happy and cheery mood. “Let us not dawdle anymore! We have a tomb to reach!”
“Wait, what?” But Emil wasn’t listening anymore, flying into the greenery whilst humming a little tune to himself, leaving Sasha to quickly catch up behind him.
Half an hour later, Sasha was now thankful she had come across this little insect. Had it not been for him, finding the quickest route to navigate the maze or arched trees and twisted roots would have been nigh impossible for her.
More importantly, it seemed going in here with a guide had let her known in advance something rather crucial: she was not only looking for a supposed tomb housing a powerful spirit, but that tomb was also guarded by something. What that was, however, Emil didn’t know for sure since, according to him “nobody had seen the guardian and lived to tell the tale”, or something overly dramatic like that. He did have a penchant for making seemingly mundane things seem more exciting than they really were.
But hey, listening to him prattle on about the story of the place was a welcome respite from him singing. Not that he sang badly mind you, but his stupid song was catchy, and it would take the blonde days for her to finally get it out of her brain.
Still, perhaps Emil had gotten himself a bit too into sharing the story of the spirit to Sasha. The basic gist of it was simple: a powerful if unhinged digimon went out and declared war on the world, amassed a small following of likely minded individuals, ravaged the land until they bite more than what they could chew and got killed by a troop of wandering knights.
That was the abridged version. Emil had not given Sasha the abridged version.
“…so to summarize, the big mean warchief got his entire following killed in the ensuing battle with the Knights, and he was soon after hunted down and killed off for good here, his spirit sealed away forever as a punishment for his bloodthirsty ways.” He said as he nodded happily, clearly content with himself. Sasha simply sighed in relief.
“Look man, when you told me you’d show me the way to the spirit I didn’t mean I wanted to hear his entire life story too. You sounded like a freaking tour guide.”
“Hehe, apologies, I get carried away sometimes.” Emil chuckled, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, the girl doing the same. He soon pointed ahead of them. “We’re here.”
There it was: a dilapidated and covered in moss giant stone stood in the middle of a large, green clearing, surrounded by a large amount of equally mossy and rusted weapons. Swords, axes, lances, halberds and many other weapons stabbed into the surrounding ground, looking not unlike a bunch of stone tombstones in the world’s most disorganized graveyard.
And in the center of the big stone there was a small circular carving, inside it a small glowing sphere pulsated like a small heart.
Sasha, clearly impressed with the sight in front of them had to make an effort to look away, checking her digivice just to be completely sure that this was the place. She chuckled.
“Well, colored me impressed. You did well, bug.” She nodded approvingly, even patting the bug’s hard head.
“Oh, it was my pleasure miss Sasha. And look, the Guardian is nowhere to be seen! This is our chance!” He cheered on, making a beeline for the large tombstone. As usual, the girl followed behind. Unfortunately for her, as they got close to the stone structure it was clear the glowing stone was inaccessible for someone of her rather…short stature.
“Oh you oversized pile of crap…” She looked practically ready to punch the rock with her bare hands, until Emil interjected again.
“Wait my lady! Let me handle this!” Soon after the small beetle was flying upwards to the glowing stone, hovering a good feet above Sasha. It took some effort (not in small part due to his missing arm) but he eventually managed to get it out from the circular carving. He softly landed next to his travelling companion, before offering the glowing gem with a bow.
“A gift for you, my lady.”
Sasha laughed a bit, shaking his head. She had to give it to the little guy, he sure was chivalrous. “Thanks a lot, Emil.”
“The pleasure’s min-“ The tentomon froze, completely aghast at what he was witnessing. Emerging from just behind Sasha a tall, ominous shadow loomed above the two, a pair of glowing red eyes staring down at them. Emil wanted to move, to warn Sasha, but words failed him, he was too frozen by fear to even breathe.
As the cloaked figure drew closer in a flash, silently it began to draw a large, dull looking sword from within its cloak. Only now that it was near was the tentomon able to make out the shape: it was a large, deranged looking Baromon. How was Sasha unable to sense him?
He was standing less than a feet away from her!
As the threatening guardian raised the weapon slowly over it’s head, the bug knew he had to do something. Warning Sasha was out of the question. So, in an act of bravery, or perhaps stupidity, he leaped at the human.
“Look out miss!” Emil cried out, flying to the girl’s aid. That meant, of course, hitting the blonde in the head with his left arm, shoving her out of the way of the descending blade. Sasha fell to the side with a grunt, confused but mostly unharmed, much to Emil’s relief. So glad he was with his action, he barely felt the dull edge of the sword slamming against his back, slamming him hard against the floor.
Emil barely had any time to cry out in pain, his vision blurring whilst he lay inert in the ground. Even as his consciousness faded and his body ached in pain, he could only smile as he heard a female voice cry out his name.
While he was sad he had never reached his goal of becoming a knight, he was happy knowing he had at adhered to that code of honor until the bitter end. What a better way to go than that…
“…ugh, everything hurts…” was the first thing the tentomon muttered out, scratching the back of his head.
It didn’t took him long to jolt to his feet in surprise, though the ensuing pain made him regret it immediately. But still, he couldn’t believe this! He was still alive! Not only that but…he wasn’t in the warchief’s tomb anymore. He was next to his cart, as if nothing had changed.
Had this all been a dream? He glanced around him, but couldn’t see the girl known as Sasha anywhere. Had he dozed off and imagined the whole experience?
That’s when he noticed it: there was a small slip of paper in his cart, something written on it in shaky but perfectly legible letters. He grabbed a hold of it and felt a huge wave of relief as he read it.
“Thanks for saving my ass back there Emil. Should have seen me, I kicked that freak’s face so hard it exploded! Try to use your mouth next time, my face is still hurting. AlsoSiegfried I figured it was better to drag you back here than leave you alone in there. Hope you don’t mind.
Have a good one
Sasha
P.S: IOU for thatspork foon you made. I’m sure you worked hard on it.”
Emil shook his head, chuckling to himself. Today had been a rather bizarre day, but surely an eventful one. He did his best to push the cart out of the muddy ground, and began making his way out of the place. He had rested long enough already.
“Have a good one too, my lady.”
[EXIT]
Admittedly, stopping to try and sell things next to one of the allegedly most hard to navigate places in the Digital World wasn’t the smartest of business models, but if Emil had been actually worried about making a profit that day he would have stayed on Rosewood. Right now he considered this a much deserved break from the madness of the loud cities, enjoying the peace and quiet of the forest.
So imagine the red beetle’s surprise once he heard approaching footsteps loudly stepping on the many fallen leaves not too far from him. He’d turn his head to see a rather rare sight: a blonde human (a rather short and petite one at that) was making her way down the road towards his cart. While seeing humans walking around was now a rather common sight all over the digital world, what really stood out to Emil was that this person was alone, no digimon partner or human to accompany them.
The bug like digimon scratched his head as a worrying thought came to him: Could the human possibly be lost, perhaps? If so that was rather worrying! They could get hurt this far from civilization! As an aspiring knight, Emil would not let such a thing slide.
As soon as the human (who he could now identify as a female) was within hearing distance, he’d approach her whilst waving his arms (both the natural left one and the prosthetic metallic rod he used in place of his missing right arm) in greeting. “Excuse me ma’am, what may I-“ his attempt at a greeting was swiftly interrupted however by a rather irritated glare coming from the human.
“Wowowow, hold it right there bug, who you’re calling “ma’am”?” She’d snap, sounding offended. “I’m barely 23 years old you know? I’m nowhere close old enough to be called ma’am.”
“Oh! Forgive my rudeness miss, I was not aware of my mistake, I’m not exactly an expert at discerning human age.” The bug attempted to rectify his mistake, bowing his head apologetically. It seemed to help a bit, as the girl didn’t seem as angry, though she was certainly annoyed.
“Look, what do you want? I’m kinda busy.” She glanced back between the Tentomon and a small black device on her hand, not unlike someone being very aware of the hour.
“Right! It won’t take long, I promise!” The short bug happily chirped, fluttering behind his makeshift cart. “Now, could I interest you in my wares?” Was this the best way of starting a conversation? Perhaps not, but after her strong reaction it was probably better to not follow up the age question with asking her if she was lost, else she’d get even more offended.
The human took a closer inspection at the cart, taking note of the various rusty pendants, the collars made out of chains and painted nails, rings fabricated with metallic nuts with shiny gems glued on top, and various other items of similar description.
“So you sell…junk.” She commented rather bluntly.
“That’s…one way of describing it.” The beetle nodded, sounding just a bit hurt, but didn’t let himself get too discouraged. “I prefer the term “useful gadgets for your every day existence.””
“You call this a gadget?” She quirked an eyebrow, dangling a small contraption made out of various rusty chains, nails, and wire. It looked not unlike a dream catcher, but without any visible place to hang it from.
“Well, technically most of them are purely decorative sure, but some do have a practical use!” He immediately opened one of the many drawers of his side of the cart, and after some rustling was heard he took out a small utensil and offered it to the blonde. Said piece of cutlery wasn’t so much an original creation as it was a metal fork and a spoon melded together into one single contraption. “I call this one “the foon”.”
Emil stated proudly, smiling to himself (or at least it sure felt like he was). The girl blinked once, twice before sighing, clearly not impressed.
“Wouldn’t spork be a better name?” She muttered to herself, though Emil pretended not to hear her. He knew his invention would catch on. Someday…eventually…
Still, Sasha just rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, she had clearly had enough of this distraction. “Listen, your collection is quite…endearing I guess? But I don’t really need anything you have here, bug.”
“Oh, that’s alright. Apologies for wasting your time.” He would bow once again, slightly saddened but still remaining relatively chipper, though he would gaze back at the blonde for a moment to add, “Oh and miss? My name is not Bug, I’m Emil.”
“Whatever, see you around Emil.” By now the woman had turned away and was now continuing her way, going deep into the thick greenery. It should have been fairly easy for Emil to simply ignore the human and let her be by herself on the wilderness.
But obviously, he couldn’t do such a thing. It went against his code of honor as a would be knight! Leaving his cart behind he quickly flew after her, his wings lightly buzzing as he fluttered by her side.
“Hey so, I don’t want to assume anything but…if you’re lost I could give you some directions to get out of here.”
“I’m not lost, I came here looking for a thing.”
Obviously not content with such a vague answer, the digital bug pressed further.
“Right. If I may ask, miss…what is this thing you’re looking for here?”
The blonde stopped in her tracks, giving Emil a long, intense stare, as if debating what to do, and for a short but tense moment the Tentomon worried he had said something bad, at least until the girl finally spoke again.
“Ok first off, drop it with the miss, it’s freaking weird. Just call me Sasha. Second...” she paused, reaching into her pocket and taking out her black digivice, showing the screen to the bug, before continuing in a slightly condescending tone, as if she was talking down to a kid, “…I’m following this signal right here. I don’t know what it is, but according to an acquaintance of mine it’s really important for me to get there to get stronger. Now will you stop pestering me?”
Despite her rather despective tone, the bug remained impassive, too focused on the blinking screen to pay attention to her words. He remained in there for a solid moment, before slowly looking up to Sasha.
“I know where that is.” He stated simply, his tone no longer chipper and happy, but rather dead serious. “It’s not far from here, but it’s dangerous for a human to wander in alone.”
Having stated this, he immediately jumped in front of Sasha, blocking her path. She tried to sidestep him, walk around him, even try to jump above him, but every time Emil would quickly move, always standing up in front of her regardless, always blocking her progress like an impassable, moving wall. A 3 feet tall wall, but still a very persistent wall.
"The hell are you doing now?!"
“Lady Sasha. On my honor as a knight I can’t let you proceed alone any further.” The tentomon remained firm, unwavering, unwilling to move out of the way. Needless to say, Sasha was more than aggravated by this, her annoyed expression turning into one of anger.
“Get out of the way Emil, you’re not stopping me.” Sasha said, fists clenched in barely controlled anger. But even still Tentomon merely shook his head.
“You misunderstand me, my lady. I won’t stop you from proceeding…as long as you let me act as your guide.” The bug stated firmly, much to the disbelief of the Russian blonde.
“You ballsy little-“ But before she could finish her threat, she stopped herself, turning to face behind her, as if she had heard something right to her side. Emil wasn’t sure what to make of this, although he could have sworn he saw the air next to the human…distorting ever so slightly. He didn’t have long to think about it, as she soon turned back to face him, a more calm expression on her face. “Hmph, you got lucky this time, bug.”
She sighed a bit, rubbing her temple for a moment, before saying, “You win. Lead the way, Emil.”
The tentomon relaxed his stance, before hopping up in the air a couple times. “Huzzah! I knew you’d listen to reason, my lady Sasha!” Clearly, he was back to his happy and cheery mood. “Let us not dawdle anymore! We have a tomb to reach!”
“Wait, what?” But Emil wasn’t listening anymore, flying into the greenery whilst humming a little tune to himself, leaving Sasha to quickly catch up behind him.
Half an hour later, Sasha was now thankful she had come across this little insect. Had it not been for him, finding the quickest route to navigate the maze or arched trees and twisted roots would have been nigh impossible for her.
More importantly, it seemed going in here with a guide had let her known in advance something rather crucial: she was not only looking for a supposed tomb housing a powerful spirit, but that tomb was also guarded by something. What that was, however, Emil didn’t know for sure since, according to him “nobody had seen the guardian and lived to tell the tale”, or something overly dramatic like that. He did have a penchant for making seemingly mundane things seem more exciting than they really were.
But hey, listening to him prattle on about the story of the place was a welcome respite from him singing. Not that he sang badly mind you, but his stupid song was catchy, and it would take the blonde days for her to finally get it out of her brain.
Still, perhaps Emil had gotten himself a bit too into sharing the story of the spirit to Sasha. The basic gist of it was simple: a powerful if unhinged digimon went out and declared war on the world, amassed a small following of likely minded individuals, ravaged the land until they bite more than what they could chew and got killed by a troop of wandering knights.
That was the abridged version. Emil had not given Sasha the abridged version.
“…so to summarize, the big mean warchief got his entire following killed in the ensuing battle with the Knights, and he was soon after hunted down and killed off for good here, his spirit sealed away forever as a punishment for his bloodthirsty ways.” He said as he nodded happily, clearly content with himself. Sasha simply sighed in relief.
“Look man, when you told me you’d show me the way to the spirit I didn’t mean I wanted to hear his entire life story too. You sounded like a freaking tour guide.”
“Hehe, apologies, I get carried away sometimes.” Emil chuckled, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, the girl doing the same. He soon pointed ahead of them. “We’re here.”
There it was: a dilapidated and covered in moss giant stone stood in the middle of a large, green clearing, surrounded by a large amount of equally mossy and rusted weapons. Swords, axes, lances, halberds and many other weapons stabbed into the surrounding ground, looking not unlike a bunch of stone tombstones in the world’s most disorganized graveyard.
And in the center of the big stone there was a small circular carving, inside it a small glowing sphere pulsated like a small heart.
Sasha, clearly impressed with the sight in front of them had to make an effort to look away, checking her digivice just to be completely sure that this was the place. She chuckled.
“Well, colored me impressed. You did well, bug.” She nodded approvingly, even patting the bug’s hard head.
“Oh, it was my pleasure miss Sasha. And look, the Guardian is nowhere to be seen! This is our chance!” He cheered on, making a beeline for the large tombstone. As usual, the girl followed behind. Unfortunately for her, as they got close to the stone structure it was clear the glowing stone was inaccessible for someone of her rather…short stature.
“Oh you oversized pile of crap…” She looked practically ready to punch the rock with her bare hands, until Emil interjected again.
“Wait my lady! Let me handle this!” Soon after the small beetle was flying upwards to the glowing stone, hovering a good feet above Sasha. It took some effort (not in small part due to his missing arm) but he eventually managed to get it out from the circular carving. He softly landed next to his travelling companion, before offering the glowing gem with a bow.
“A gift for you, my lady.”
Sasha laughed a bit, shaking his head. She had to give it to the little guy, he sure was chivalrous. “Thanks a lot, Emil.”
“The pleasure’s min-“ The tentomon froze, completely aghast at what he was witnessing. Emerging from just behind Sasha a tall, ominous shadow loomed above the two, a pair of glowing red eyes staring down at them. Emil wanted to move, to warn Sasha, but words failed him, he was too frozen by fear to even breathe.
As the cloaked figure drew closer in a flash, silently it began to draw a large, dull looking sword from within its cloak. Only now that it was near was the tentomon able to make out the shape: it was a large, deranged looking Baromon. How was Sasha unable to sense him?
He was standing less than a feet away from her!
As the threatening guardian raised the weapon slowly over it’s head, the bug knew he had to do something. Warning Sasha was out of the question. So, in an act of bravery, or perhaps stupidity, he leaped at the human.
“Look out miss!” Emil cried out, flying to the girl’s aid. That meant, of course, hitting the blonde in the head with his left arm, shoving her out of the way of the descending blade. Sasha fell to the side with a grunt, confused but mostly unharmed, much to Emil’s relief. So glad he was with his action, he barely felt the dull edge of the sword slamming against his back, slamming him hard against the floor.
Emil barely had any time to cry out in pain, his vision blurring whilst he lay inert in the ground. Even as his consciousness faded and his body ached in pain, he could only smile as he heard a female voice cry out his name.
While he was sad he had never reached his goal of becoming a knight, he was happy knowing he had at adhered to that code of honor until the bitter end. What a better way to go than that…
“…ugh, everything hurts…” was the first thing the tentomon muttered out, scratching the back of his head.
It didn’t took him long to jolt to his feet in surprise, though the ensuing pain made him regret it immediately. But still, he couldn’t believe this! He was still alive! Not only that but…he wasn’t in the warchief’s tomb anymore. He was next to his cart, as if nothing had changed.
Had this all been a dream? He glanced around him, but couldn’t see the girl known as Sasha anywhere. Had he dozed off and imagined the whole experience?
That’s when he noticed it: there was a small slip of paper in his cart, something written on it in shaky but perfectly legible letters. He grabbed a hold of it and felt a huge wave of relief as he read it.
“Thanks for saving my ass back there Emil. Should have seen me, I kicked that freak’s face so hard it exploded! Try to use your mouth next time, my face is still hurting. Also
Have a good one
Sasha
P.S: IOU for that
Emil shook his head, chuckling to himself. Today had been a rather bizarre day, but surely an eventful one. He did his best to push the cart out of the muddy ground, and began making his way out of the place. He had rested long enough already.
“Have a good one too, my lady.”
[EXIT]
