Here they were, at a standstill with the spawn of the devil. The tension was rising, their breaths became heavier. One after another, they breathed in, not knowing whether it would be their last. The beast kept moving around them, as if being a cat, toying with it’s prey before eating it. Angela was behind the two, the light in her hand increasing in intensity, yet seemingly able to glow more.

Mark’s lips trembled. "Angela, please tell me you can cast that spell of yours."

A vawering voice responded. "Not yet, I still need two minutes or so."

Two minutes, way more than they could spare, thought Luke, himself shaking like a twig. Left to right, again and again, bearing its twisted fangs at them, groaning like it was laughing.

"What’s so funny, you ugly fuck?" grinned Mark, his face boiling with anger. He felt hopeless, and that feeling turned into anger.

The creature swung one of its legs, as if accepting Mark’s challenge. At that exact moment, something happened. Mark swung his sword, putting as much strength as he could into the blade. His blade and the monster’s claws clashed, sending Mark flying, yet there was a glimmer of hope left. An inhuman scream echoed through the forest. Other than its tough act, it was pretty squishy. Its claw was split in half, black blood flowing out of the wound.

Mark sprung up on his feet, not caring about being hurt. An arrogant tone of voice came out of Mark’s mouth. "I always knew I was durable.", his hand going for his sword. He reached for it then bolted straight for the monster, adrenaline pumping in his veins. Swing, the sound of meat being cut followed by another scream. Again, and again, and again. Angela didn’t even need to use the spell she had been readying for so long. Luke could only stare at the flowing blood bath. The forest floor was now a messy mixture of black ooze and dirt. The cause of this could be seen right in the middle of his creation. Mark stood up, covered in blood, yet proud of his achievement. He held his sword up high, declaring victory. "I... I did it... I was scared shitless, yet I did it...". His hands, legs, and torso were shaking. His heart was ready to burst open, reaching for freedom, now beating on the doors holding it in. "I got lucky... whatever this "thing" was, it was nothing more than a... failure." He had no clue what he was saying, yet there might be some dark, unknown truth to his words.

Both Angela and Luke had already calmed down, and they were doing their best to calm their savior.

"There, there, it’s alright, calm down.", words delivered by a warm voice, warm enough to calm down the most savage beasts there are. She acted like a child was in front of her, yet they were of the same age. Luke gave him a thumbs up, the same thing they did long before coming to this world. A silent way to tell him that he did something good.

Luke turned around, looking at the lying bloody mess, when all of a sudden, something caught his attention. A spark darting between pieces of flesh, aiming for his eyes.

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"Mark, I saw something interesting. Come over here."

As if being released from a trance, Mark jumped and went to check out what Luke wanted him to, Angela following them. Luke pointed towards the dead body, "Over there. I saw something weird. Mind cutting it open?" asked Luke, somehow doubting himself, unsure of what he saw. Said and done, Mark swung his sword a few times, creating an even bigger hole inside the beast. Angela’s eyes widened at the strange sight.

Unknown to her, she asked out of curiosity, "What exactly is that? It looks... weird, yet it feels similar to you... otherworldly... ". Both Luke and Mark were shocked, "How could something like this be here?" whispered Luke, his hands busy checking it out. Mark thought the same, "Yet, it looks different. Futuristic compared to our world’s standards.". Angela couldn’t contain her curiosity anymore and blurted out the big question. "What is it?"

Mark and Luke stared at each other, making a psychotic face, obviously to scare Angela, which they did, and slowly faced her, speaking in unison, "A chainsaw."

Angela could only show an oblivious face, for she had no clue what they were saying, yet she could figure out something. "Is it similar to a saw?"

Mark grinned, "Bingo! But there’s a difference, this one goes-" and he started cranking it, accelerating, yet it was different even in its performance. The chain spun around so fast that the air around it started moving in circles, which both scared and intrigued all of them.

Luke yelled out, "Such power, BRO!" all while grinning and going for a high-five with Mark, who had already stopped the chainsaw.

Angela could only watch in awe, her mouth hanging slightly.

"What do you plan to do with it now?"

"Isn’t it obvious? We’re in a forest, we have a cahinsaw, we need materials for a brothel, what else is there to do?" Luke answered Luke, doing his creepy hand movements.

Angela’s expression went crazy, her mouth moving from left to right and eyes flickering. "A BROTHEL?! When did I say to do that? I expected you to come up with something new, not THIS!" cried out Angela.

Mark, knowing he had to explain, opened his mouth. "Woah, woah, calm down, breath... We’re going to make a brothel, somehow. It’ll be mainly an inn, getting old geezers drunk and getting them to order as much food and booze as possible, using cute girls as a way to distract them. Of course, if they want, they can do what usually happend at a brothel, and don’t worry, we want cute girls working there, so you don’t have to do it."

Luke had a dumb smile on his face, his eyes opened wide while exhaling and laughing. He turned his head towards Angela, knowing damned well what Mark said, which at this point he himself had realised, regret building up on his face.

Angela looked sad for a moment, yet her face turned to anger and her hands were glowing, disks of light floating atop her fingers. Only a short phrase shoot out from her mouth, "Now you’ve done it!"