Bob was taken aback after watching his summoned slime pals disintegrate right in front of him, one after another. It seems that he has underestimated the Squirrel Army or overestimated his Slimes. Maybe both, Bob wasn't sure and it didn't matter. But he knew for sure that he needed a new plan, and fast.
Bob and Snowball retreated yet again, trying to find another place to defend themselves against the massive Squirrel Army chasing after them. He lightly smacked himself on the forehead as an idea came to him while he was running. Why don't I just summon more monsters to buy us some time to run away? I have to make sure I think everything out carefully so I don't overlook options that should have been obvious from the start. Ok, Rolodex, do your thing!
Nothing happened.
"Hey, what the heck? Why aren't you working?" Bob shouted angrily.
*Hey man, it takes a lot of energy to summon monsters, Bobby-boy! I'm on cooldown.*
Cooldown? Why wasn't I aware of a cooldown? It's not like this is the first time I've used you. Explain!
*Hey, you see it's like this Bob-o, you didn't know about the cooldown because you haven't tried to use me this soon after a summoning before. It, uh, it didn't come up*
IT DIDN'T COME UP???
Bob put his palm on his face and sighed in exasperation. Show me the cooldown, please.
*Okie Dokie, Bob. Coming right up!*
Summoners Rolodex Cooldown: 0:04:38 Remaining
Ok, so it's a 5-minute timer?
*Right-o, Bob! It's a 5 minute cooldown period between uses. Glad I could be of service.*
Shaking his head Bob and Snowball continued to run, they didn't have much of a choice. A horde of angry Squirrels made that decision for them. Running for their lives, Bob kept glancing at the cooldown clock in the corner of his vision. COME ON! Go faster! After several minutes of running, they finally came to another door they could lock and barricade behind them. Snowball stopped, turned around swiftly, and blasted a frost breath at the floor behind them. The frosty breath coated the floor and parts of the walls in a thin layer of ice. Snowball barked, and then bolted through the door. Bob was somewhat surprised by this but then forgot all about his surprise as he finally saw the cooldown timer hit 0.
Bob watching the Squirrels start to skid on the ice, chuckled to himself while he activated the Rolodex. The Rolodex magic kicked into gear as the familiar random selection began. Spin. Spin. Spin. The Rolodex flashed between the cards until it locked in the Diminutive Minotaur card. Then it started to spin its multiplier before it settled on 4x. 4 Diminutive Minotaur materialized in front of Bob, Bob saluted them and then slammed the door shut, locking it. Bob and Snowball kept running slamming bunker doors and locking them behind them as they came upon them. Bob was always on the lookout for any surprise Squirrel ambushes that might pop out of nowhere and slow them down for the horde behind.
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Squirrelius Maximus, leading the charge of Squirrel Soldiers on the hunt for Bob, didn't see the ice-covered floor until it was already too late. He found himself among his peers, slipping and sliding like the rest of his army. He was quite embarrassed and became enraged that Bob had made a fool of the great General Squirrelius Maximus, in front of his Soldiers. This, you will pay for! Squirrelius Maximus scampered and scrambled for footing before unceremoniously falling on his bushy-tailed rump. This only fanned the flame of anger that the already surly Squirrel was experiencing. He grumbled in his chattering tone, while he continued to try to find his footing. All the while, he watched the group of minotaurs make their way toward his soldiers.
The four tiny minotaurs charged down the bunker hallway, their hooves clacking against the icy floor as slid on the slippery surface. They prepared to face the horde of squirrel monsters that awaited them. Their leader, Squirrelius Maximus, stood at the head of his army, chittering excitedly as he watched the minotaurs approach. The first minotaur swung his axe at a group of squirrels, but his footing slipped on the ice and he stumbled, narrowly avoiding falling to the ground. The squirrels took advantage of his vulnerability, swarming over him and biting and scratching at his fur. He roared in anger, using his horns to scatter the squirrels and regain his balance.
Meanwhile, the other three minotaurs were also struggling to stay upright as they fought. One of them slipped and fell, his mace clattering to the ground as the squirrels descended upon him. Another tried to charge at Squirrelius Maximus, but the squirrel leader darted out of the way, causing the minotaur to slam into the wall and drop to the ground, dazed. The remaining minotaur saw his companions in trouble and knew he needed to act fast. He bellowed a fierce challenge and charged at Squirrelius Maximus, his horns lowered for maximum damage. The squirrel leader smirked, ready to dodge out of the way again, but the minotaur surprised him by sliding on the ice and using his horns to scoop up several squirrels in his path.
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Squirrelius Maximus screeched in rage as he saw his troops fall before the minotaur's charge. He ran and leaped as mightily as he could, soaring through the air to land on the back of the charging minotaur, his sharp claws extended for an attack. The minotaur spun around, trying to dislodge the large Squirrel, but it was too quick and agile, darting in and out of the minotaur's grasp and striking with deadly precision. Shortly after the attack began, it ended with the minotaur disappearing into thin air, as Squirrelius Maximus landed on the floor. He landed flawlessly and even struck an adorable little pose meant to inspire his soldiers.
Despite their best efforts, the minotaurs were struggling to hold their footing while fighting the relentless onslaught of the squirrel monsters. They were slipping and sliding on the icy floor, their attacks becoming less coordinated and more desperate as they fought for their lives. But they refused to give up, determined to defeat their foes and emerge victorious. The minotaurs bellowed in defiance of their tiny little foes. The minotaurs fought with even more ferocity and began to gain the upper hand.
One by one, the minotaurs steadily defeated the army of squirrels. They punched, kicked, rammed, and bit every enemy they came across. It was going amazingly for the minotaurs until one of them overextended an attack and slipped. The minotaur slid continuously until he came to rest at the bottom of a pile of squirrels he had barreled into. Before the minotaur could react, the squirrels had unleashed a savage barrage of attacks that quickly defeated the minotaur. The group of squirrels cheered as they turned to the only two remaining minotaurs. The horde of squirrels charged at the minotaurs with evil grins on their adorable little faces.
The minotaurs, unfazed, continued defeating the multitude of squirrels one by one. After a short time, the battle had been all but won, when the final squirrel soldier was vaporized by a minotaurs fist. The minotaurs started to laugh as they relaxed after the prolonged skirmish. Squirrelius Maximus was enraged by the loss of those under his command, and utterly disgusted with the monsters before him that would laugh at such a tragedy.
Squirrelius Maximus surveyed the battlefield with a heavy heart. The once-great squirrel army that he had led into battle lay decimated before him, all that was left of them was the essence hanging in the air. He had failed them, and he knew it. But as he stood there, contemplating his defeat, he sensed movement behind him. Turning around, he saw the two minotaurs lumbering towards him. These were the last of the creatures summoned by the enemy, and they looked hungry for more destruction.
Squirrelius Maximus knew that he was no match for these beasts in a two-on-one fight, but he was not about to give up. He had one last trick up his sleeve, one last hope to turn the tide of the battle. With a fierce determination, he charged towards the minotaurs, his tiny body moving with surprising speed. The minotaurs roared in response, their massive fists swinging toward Squirrelius. Dodging and weaving, Squirrelius darted between the legs of the minotaurs, avoiding their powerful blows. He knew that he had to be quick and agile if he was to stand any chance of defeating these monsters.
Squirrelius Maximus watched as the two remaining minotaurs circled each other, their massive frames rippling with muscle. The battle had been long and full of loss, but the squirrel general was determined to see it through to the end. With a fierce cry, Squirrelius charged forward, leaping onto the back of one of the minotaurs. The beast roared in anger, trying to shake the tiny nuisance from his back. But Squirrelius was quick and nimble, his sharp claws doing some respectable damage to the minotaur's back. The other minotaur, seeing his comrade under attack, charged straight at Squirrelius, his massive horns aimed straight at him. Squirrelius knew he had to act fast.
With lightning speed, he jumped off the minotaur's back, just as the charging beast ran straight into the back of his companion. The impact was tremendous, and both minotaurs stumbled forward, their bodies crashing to the ground in a tangled mess of horns and fur. Squirrelius landed on his feet, his heart pounding with excitement. The foolish minotaurs had fallen for his ploy, taken the bait, and attacked his own ally.
As Squirrelius Maximus watched the two minotaurs collide, he could see that the impact had been devastating. One of the beasts lay motionless on the ground, while the other struggled to get back to his feet. Just as Squirrelius was about to celebrate his victory, the fallen minotaur began to shimmer and fade from view. The squirrel general had seen this before, it was a sign that the beast had been defeated and the magic holding him in this realm was no more. But his moment of triumph was short-lived, as the remaining minotaur got back up, his eyes blazing with rage. He let out a deafening roar and charged at Squirrelius, his fist aimed right at the tricky squirrel.
Squirrelius dodged to the side, barely avoiding the minotaur's deadly charge. Squirrelius was tired, he knew that he couldn't take the beast in a prolonged fight, and he needed to use his speed and agility to his advantage to end this quickly. He darted in and out, striking at the minotaur's flanks with his sharp claws and leaping away before the beast could retaliate. The minotaur was enraged, and his attacks became more wild and unpredictable with each passing moment.
But Squirrelius was a seasoned warrior, and he knew how to read his opponent's movements. He waited for the perfect moment, then darted in, running up the minotaur like it was a tree, and delivered a swift blow to the minotaur's neck. The beast stumbled hand reaching for the squirrel one last time, then fell to the ground, his body writhing in pain. Squirrelius approached cautiously, ready to deliver the final blow. But as he drew closer, the minotaur suddenly disappeared, just like his companion had done moments before. Squirrelius knew that he had emerged victorious, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just faced a foe unlike any other. He looked around at the final resting place of his comrades, and then hastily retreated from the bunker.
Squirrelius stood outside the bunker, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was relieved to have survived the brutal battle that had taken place within its walls. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for the soldiers he had led into the bunker, all of whom had lost their lives in the fight. As he gazed out into the forest, he knew that he had to return to his army and continue the fight against their enemy. But he couldn't shake the feeling of failure and regret he held for his comrades who had sacrificed so much for their cause. Squirrelius was left to ponder the bittersweet nature of his victory, grateful to be alive but haunted by the cost of his survival.