Then she waited for the thing to return… Whatever it was it must have been a pet, no creature would act like that without training. Humphrey was still attempting the spell, to no result. She nudged him and shook her head. He lowered his head slightly in defeat. The nudge turned into a kick, signaling for him to not give up hope. She tilted her head at the bolts and began to try and pry it off, so he followed in a rather weak and defeated tone.
Once the thing was weakened the creature crawled back in, its sack full of pieces. Humphrey suddenly scrambled but Isadora hit him before he made a scene and calmed down. It spat out the ingredients like it vomited it from their stomach. Isadora began to organize it, picking out the correct bits. ‘Hey!’ A knight banged the side and was about to look in. Isadora moved in the way as the creature hurried from sight. Seeing nothing he moved away. Taking a moment from the adrenaline she moved back and continued her spell. The saliva was fantastic in helping the mixture along and added as many grass blades as possible before once more managing to say ‘solestoo.’ The creature suddenly bolted as the mixture dissolved into ash which was whisked away from the breeze. Then, a monstrous roar. It was a sound spell, too high pitched for (almost) any races hearing. Kicking the bolt desperately her spell did weaken it to brittle wood. Humphrey suddenly copied and broke off the bolt. A grand thing broke through tree trunks. The knights suddenly took out their blades, the first three getting eaten by the toad-like freak. He began to run as Isadora had only snapped her chains free. She followed him out but noticed his staff tied to the cart’s side…
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Humphrey, wheezing, sprinted into a river and its natural clearing. In a silent forest, Humphrey collapsed, water soaking his trousers. Exhausted he pulled himself from the river. He realized she wasn’t behind him. He frowned… where was-? Isadora fumbled out into the clearing, gasping with his staff in her hand. Shaking, her legs gave out, too.
They had lost them.
She wrapped the chain around a trunk and tried to force her hands out. Humphrey couldn’t remove the chain from his neck, but with enough saliva slipped the gag from his mouth for it to also stay around his neck. He then helped Isadora remove hers.
‘We did it!’ Isadora gasped, her very core shaken.
‘Yeah!’ Humphrey smiled while his chest and throat burnt from the heavy breathing, feeling something new bloom in his chest. ‘We won.’
‘We were useless in that!’ Rexford, complained, throwing down his sword handle, blood dripping from his mouth, by the slain fog-thing, a few swallowed knights crawling from its slit stomach covered in its contents and blood.
‘They’re gone!’ He punched a tree so hard leaves dropped from it.
‘Alright, that’s enough!’ Another spoke up. “The mission failed. Simple as that.
‘Shut the shaw up! We’re finding and capturing them!’
‘Then you’ll do so alone.’
‘Are you deserting?!’ He stomped toward the man.
‘I’m following protocol. Now we should return to base.’
‘Then follow your orders I’ll make my own!’
‘Rexford, its suicide. You’re injured and you’ll be alone.’
After a moment to think he unhooked the hase from the cart. ‘I won’t be.’
