Khee woke up to the feeling of pain and sore muscles, and the smell of smoke, a lot of smoke, They grip their spear, still in their hand, and lift themselves up, finding themself in an Elven trench, surrounded by the dead bodies of both Elf and Rat-man, they stumble back, coming back to back with their sworn enemy
Khee snarled at Amelia, starting to turn, baleful yellow eyes taking in her extremely injured and dirty form, “Well, welcome to the land of the living, Rat, it seems the gods took exception to this fight, doesn’t it?” the war queen says, as Khee stares around the field, dirt rent and furrowed, Rat-man War-machines torn open, Elven Siege weapons shredded
“What-who did this?!” The Rodent snarled eyes a-glow with malice until a bolt of lightning soared over their head, sending them ducking down.
“That was a lightning Godling, who decided to test their powers on our armies… So far, he only really attacked anyone moving and not in cover, so small mercies” the Elf said, looking at Khee as she questioned “Got any healing potions? I’m really hurt, and we’ll survive easier together than alone”
Khee grumbled and snarled a bit, but pulled out two yellow-red vials, a pair [Medicore] health potions, handing one to his enemy-turned-ally. Albeit hesitantly, before downing their own potion, fully healing their electrical burns, the War Queen downed her own potion, sighing in relief as she heals
“Whore.” Khee starts everything off with an insult
“Asshole.” Amelia is not any better
“Fucker.”
“Shit muncher”
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“Cud Chewer”
“TRASH BITCH”
“KNIFE-EARED SACK-O-SHIT!”
Their insult parade is suddenly cut out by a lot of lightning flying over their heads as they ducked further into the trench, leaving both of them cowed and slightly terrified
“We’re going to need to stay here until he leaves” The War Queen says as an Injured Elf dragged himself to sit next to the group, shortly followed by a lightly singed Rat-Man,
“Welcome to fort ‘We’re Fucked’, enjoy your stay” Khee said to the newcomers, as the fellow Rat-Man settled down near them, while the Elf sat near his general
“Any of you have advanced classes? I’m a Slayer, personally” the War Queen freely gives this information, caring more about survival than enemies
“No, My queen” the Man-Elf says, simpering
“No-No! Zerkert isn’t gOoD enough for one!” The Rat-Man, Zerkert, Mockingly denies having an Advanced class
Khee stared at their status, finding an advanced class, where he was only known as ‘Claw-rat’ was now ‘Claw-Rat Commander’ he snarls, before forcing out “Advanced Class: Commander”
The feminine elf nods and hums “So two Advanced Class users, and two basic class users, what are your basic classes?”
“Warrior, My queen” the male elf hefts up his sword, the blade bloodied
“Zerkert Is Gunner!” the Rat-Man holds up his weapon, a simple Rat-man musket
“We are a Slasher.” Khee’s verbal tic finally showed itself, a ‘We’ instead of I
“A Slasher, huh... Normally your class uses either dual-wielded daggers, sabers, or in rare cases, scythes” the War queen taps her chin as Khee shows their Wrought Iron War Scythe “Ah, yes, War Scythes”
“What will we do, Stupid-foolish Godling won’t leave!” Zerkert whines, as both Amelia and Khee sigh, one from dealing with whining subordinates, another from just hating their fellow Rat-Man