Chapter 133: Smells Like Pain

*We rejoin our heroes, in the Dwarven Halls, fighting a moloch*

Dayn: *trying to hit the moloch with the TotRR*

Moloch: *easily dodges*

Travis: You dont swing, you stab. And put the shield down!

Dayn: But what if I have to block? *punched into a wall*

Travis: YOU BLOCK WITH THE TRIDENT, FOR THE FIFTEENTH TIME. YOU MORON. *turns to Si'Var* Are you sure he has to be the one to kill Andor?

Si'Var: Yes. If you kill him, then we're screwed, Akki isn't crowned and will become a writhing mass of primal chaos, and chaotics can't touch the trident.

Travis: What about Jerrica? *looks back at Dayn* YOU MORON, QUIT DUAL-WIELDING!

Dayn: But you do it all the time! *thrown to the ground and kicked into a pit*

Travis: THAT'S BECAUSE I'M A MASTER AT POLEARMS, AMBIDEXTROUS, AND HAVE FUCKTONS OF MAGIC TO BACK ME UP!

Jerrica: Yeah, why can't I be the one to kill Andor? I actually know how to somewhat use polearms like a non-idiot. *notices Dayn swinging the TotRR like a hammer* STAB, YOU MORON, STAAAAAAB!

Dayn: *stabs at the moloch*

*tink*

Moloch: ...

Dayn: ...

Moloch: *pimpslaps Dayn into the ceiling*

Si'Var: Because, if you kill Andor, Chaos will just come back in a hundred years or so.

Travis: Couldn't we just do that and have somebody else kill them all when they come back?

Si'Var: We could do that, they'll only come back about a thousand times more powerful.

Travis: Who cares!? We'll be dead in a hundred years and it won't be our problem. :D

Si'Var: We still want to try to prevent that.

Dayn: *disarmed by a rat*

Si'Var: Okay, tell you what. If that happens while we're fighting Andor, Jerrica can kill him.

Jerrica: Yaaaay!

Rat: CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'!? *bodyslams Dayn*

Travis: I'll go heal him. *goes off to do so*

Jerrica: We're screwed, aren't we?

Rat: *kicks Travis through a wall*

Si'Var: Most likely.

Jerrica: Also, where's Akki?

Akki: *sitting on Jerrica's head* Hi.

Jerrica: How long have you been up there?

Akki: I dunno.

Travis: *bleeding* Well, that hurt.

Akki: Are you okay?

Travis: Just fine.

Akki: Should I take care of it?

Travis: Nah, Dayn has it under control.

Dayn: *crashes to the ground next to Travis* Please... help....

Travis: *pours an unblessed potion of healing on Dayn* There, good as new, now back to polearm training with you.

Dayn: You guys suck.


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