OOC: Sorry, but with homework and RP in W@RF really can suck time out of you. Besides, I can't really help. Slurp doesn't have spidey senses, nor those anybody else. This RPG may lead a future of mishap, but as long there are two members, we are all right.
IC: Slurp was lead by a new royal servent, even though he remembered where the offense base was. The offense was a group of fleechs that had been through a lot, such as fighting mudokons and scrabs. Since normal fleechs would hunt for the queen and themselves, they had to serve themselves as well. Some devoured just nearby chimpunks or bolamites.
However, fleeches like these are not known to be nice. Some were reported to cause callopses in the mine and others were reported to attack fleeches and slurgs. Though that these terroist acts have their consqueses, none were to be punished. Some had their mysterious ways of getting out of these situtions, others had cleaned up their act. But in more ways than one, all the fleeches on the offense were unpunishble.
As Slurp went on to the offense base, he noticed how there was rocks where there shouldn't be. Like where there was a passage way to the outside, a mountain replaced it. Where there were remants of the queen's food, there was a hill of rocks, stacked together.
Fianlly, the offense appeared before them. They were on an area full of mining saws and bones, which made the place more suitable for nasties, like the offense. There was several overgrown fleeches, some smaller than normal, but all bulky for average. There was even a purple, overgrown fleech. He was the known leader and not for his color. He served for the queen longer tghan anyone has and had been rumored that he took out half the FTPC. (Flesh Thristy Paramite Community) But that's a different story.
As Slurp entered their region, many of the fleeches screeched at Slurp 2. The royal servent quickly responded before the fleeches could react, "Please brothers and uncles, this sleg has been trained by our new hero!"
But the fleeches did not mind the fleech's words, saying, "No sleg enters this pack without us deciding to do so!" Slurp 1 gasped, when the leader said, "Attack the hideous beast! He is not one of us!"
With tounges reaching their wrath on Slurp 2, Slurp 1 tried to calm the group down, but no such luck. Slurp 2 groaned in pain, but Slurp 1 had intense pain. He screeched in the air, "You imbiciles, your cruel, black hearts have not seen the ways of using a sleg on our defense!"
The leader stopped flicking his tounge and made the rest do the same. He roared, "You sir, are the poorest excuse for an offender! We are protecting danger from our base, not letting it in! If you are as great as duke here says, can you prove yourself as a fleech? Duel one of my fleeches. If you kill him first, your pet stays. If you die, your pet has no purpose."
Many of the fleechs grinned in appeal. A duel was uncommon, so this was a pleasent event to watch. Slurp 1 gulped in afraidness. If he lost he dies twice, which shouldn't be a surprise. One of the fleeches stepped before, which didn't look pleasent. It was a fleech that was smaller than him, but had a second head on one side. He grinned in impulsing way, showing two set of teeth. Slurp 1&2 knew who this was and Mutant wasn't a guy of letting it easy.
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