Second Chance.

[Carn_Val]

Waiting for any one of their excuses, I pluck off a few remaining strings of flesh stuck between my teeth to pass the time, looking busy. Every little bit I extracted would simply be flicked off into the distance, maybe sticking to passersby in the process. I look back at the man hugging my sleeping companion as he struggles to set himself free, again, futile. "Hey mister, don't get too comfortable with Tremor, that's mine, you know," I tell him as he settled down, realizing the vanity of his situation. I may have saved him some time but still, I'm disturbing their little 'play'. The man starts explaining what happened, how it started and everything else needed to spark fire and about reaching a conclusion in the form of 'practice'.

Contradictory to their words, they seem to fight with the necessary discipline and fuel needed to continue on, settling for a duel instead of some other underhanded tactics. One talks of murder and another of just culling, silly people. "Fair enough, I guess I'm partly at fault for sleeping in." As the smaller man mentions the cleaver I had rested on him, my thoughts went back to the current situation. In one simple motion, I scoop the cleaver up with the blade of my scythe, careful enough for the man to stand in one piece. "Sorry about that, I just don't like rude awakenings, don't we all? And about sleeping here, I can't help it, it's nice."

As I turn to leave the scene, I immediately face a thick blade coming for me horizontally. It was the metallic warmonger's sword trying to chop me into chunky pieces, if only it weren't for the ridiculously slow and obvious swing of the rather thick blade, it would've gotten me. Blocking it with the scythe, all the excess momentum was nullified by my back-flipping motion as I made the whole blade hover right above me. I continue my flips two more time before finishing it off with a quick dash sideways. "Rather large fan you have their. Perhaps your armor isn't cool enough? Oh yeah, take these too, toiletries, observe proper hygiene. " Chucking a toothbrush, toothpaste and some mouthwash to finish off, my personal hygiene kit was now empty. Great.

Dashing further away, letting the two men finish their practice, my smartphone starts making a weird clicking noise. I pull it out of my pocket to see a funky little banner ad that contains the letters D and A. Since I was technically still in the middle of combat, I waited for the two guys to call it off before reading the whole banner thoroughly. I took a nice, clear spot and sit on it cross-legged. Watching the two men brawl it out, I start wiping off the stink that got stuck to Tremor, poor guy.