The murder golem raised its colossal right hand. The mighty collection of crows loomed overhead. Then it slammed its right hand downward—slammed its right hand toward Samuel. Samuel leapt back, and the grassy ground cratered before him. A single drop of sweat rolled down his right cheek, his blue eyes following the murder golem’s hand as it withdrew said hand from the fresh crater. Samuel still held his sword at the ready in his own right hand. Behind the murder golem, Latril still stood upon the red brick road. That cocky smirk still displayed on Latril’s face.
“For a bunch of crows, that thing seems pretty powerful,” Slimantha said. Her beautiful brown eyes were on the murder golem.
Mimi looked at Slimantha. “You think?” Mimi deadpanned.
“Well, yeah.” Slimantha smiled and then excitedly pointed at the crater in front of the murder golem. “I mean, look at that crater.” She then pointed at the golem itself. “And look how big that thing is.” She lowered her arm, and her beautiful brown eyes went to Samuel. “I’m sure Samuel’s got this though. He is Bleakfyre’s hero after all.”
Mimi sighed. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Her beautiful golden eyes went to Samuel, who avoided a right-handed swipe from the murder golem by jumping back. She then crossed her arms. “Bleakfyre’s hero or not, he’s not that great of a hero—not yet anyway.” She watched as Samuel the Hero From Another World flailed his sword at a few crows that had broken away from the murder golem. She lowered her arms. “Maybe someone should step in.”
“I”—Black glanced at Mimi before her lovely brown eyes returned to Samuel—“wouldn’t mind stepping in.” Her black feline tail swished behind her. A slight blush showed on her cheeks. “I wouldn’t mind being the damsel that saved the hero.” Her tail gave another swish. “Perhaps it would even lead to”—she paused for a moment—“stuff.”
Mimi facepalmed. “So we have a witch who is getting a tad preoccupied with”—she paused—“stuff, a not-so-great hero, and a slime summoner who thinks this is all fine. What is wrong with this party?”
“You forgot the mayor who is in love with herself,” Black said.
“Ah, yes. And the mayor who is”—Mimi stopped short and blinked. “Wait a moment!” She turned furiously to Black. “Cut that out! Now is so not the time for that!” She planted her hands on her shapely hips and puffed her cheeks out.
“Sorry. Sorry,” Black said. She snickered a bit. Her black cat tail swished playfully behind her.
The sharp sound of shattering metal interrupted the conversation. Slimantha, Mimi, and Black all turned back to Samuel. All three of them sweatdropped in unison. Before them, Samuel tossed his now-broken sword away. The murder golem still loomed menacingly in front of him.
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“How did he manage to break his sword on a crow?” Mimi said. Her beautiful golden eyes went to the discarded ruined sword before returning to Samuel. “Seriously, how did he even manage that? I’m embarrassed for Bleakfyre.”
Slimantha shrugged. “It must have been a hard crow,” she said. Then she smiled. “Who do you think would win? One unarmed hero, or one big murder boi?”
“This”—Mimi facepalmed—“still doesn’t seem like the best time to be joking.” She looked up from her hand and sweatdropped. The murder golem had swept Samuel up with an upward strike, its right fist dissipating on contact. Slimantha and Black both sweatdropped as well.
“I-I’m sure he will be fine,” Slimantha said. “I’m sure he’ll just need to walk that off.” The murder golem sent Samuel flying all over again with another blow. “Or maybe he’ll just need to lie that off.” She placed her right hand behind her head and gave a sheepish laugh.
“Just step in already,” Mimi said, glancing at Slimantha. “I’m tired of seeing Bleakfyre’s hero getting rag-dolled by that thing.”
“On it,” Slimantha said, stepping forward. Her black shoes pressed down into the lush green grass beneath her. Her beautiful brown eyes were on the murder golem. She planted her hands on her shapely hips and puffed her cheeks out. “Hey, big murder boi, put that hero down!” Viscous blue tentacles began to materialize around her. Then a quack sounded, and her tentacles melted away. More quacks sounded out, and she glanced up. Ducks—many white ducks—flew toward the murder golem. The golem froze, and the hero fell toward the grassy ground.
Slimantha dashed forward—dashed toward the falling Samuel. Her rapid steps carried her across the grassy ground. She spun around, skidding to a stop. She thrust her right hand out. Viscous blue swelled upon the grass in front of her. A blue pad formed. The pad jiggled as a certain hero fell upon it. Then it melted away.
“You alright?” Slimantha said, her voice sweet. She glanced up for a moment—glanced up to the murder golem. The ducks crashed into the monstrosity and the murder golem was no more. Now just warring bands of ducks and crows remained. Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes went back to Samuel, and she gave him a smile.
“I-I’m good,” Samuel said. He sat up and grimaced. “Actually, I think I could use a healer about now.”
Slimantha gave Samuel another smile and a pat on his left shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Just walk it off.” She blinked. “Or lie it off if that works better.” She shared a brief laugh with Samuel and then stood up. She turned to Latril.
Latril still stood upon the red brick road. The bird woman’s lovely golden eyes met the beautiful brown eyes of Slimantha. That cocky smirk Latril had so confidently worn dropped from the bird woman’s face.
The wind gusted, and Slimantha’s long brown hair swayed. Samuel stumbled to his feet beside Slimantha, wincing as he did so. Overhead, ducks and crows continued to duke it out. Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes were still on Latril. A smile formed on Slimantha’s face.