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As the flaming line appeared in the shadows yet again, Gwen prepaired to defend herself. She was not sure what she was fighting or whre did it come from. It was agile, strong and fast. Swalowing hard she summoned her manna.
The rod swung forward and could just make out the shape of a sword- Millenium knights?
"DREW!" came clear voice. A hand glowing green stopped the sword as it was about to hit her. "Drew! Calm down!"
"WHERE IS HE?" Replied the person with the flaming sword- a woman.
"DREW! CALM DOWN!"
The woman began panting and fell to the ground, colapsing at her knees.
As the man lay her on the ground and checked her eyes with a miniature flash light he sighed heavily and turned to Gwen, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, i guess."
"I appologise if my wife scared you, it just happened so fast, and to think she had all that adrenaline before giving in to the brain concution."
"I'm sorry but, I will need to ask you who you are." Gwen pukled out her Plumber badge.
The man looked at it for a sec, "Is this supposed to be an id of some sort?"
"I'm a Plumber" she said allowing for mana to flow around her had again to gain some light. He was tall, with a scar accross his right eye.
"I am not familiar with the term, it will be easier to explain on our airship, well, the survived part."
As he picked up his wife and headed through a clearing in the forest she saw the reason she came here, a gint air ship, but he desighn was only meant for Earth's atmosphere- they were human alright.
But why did the plumber alarm go off, then again, with the fame Ben gained how could he not know who Plumbers are?
"Are you comming inside?"
"Huh? Yeah"
"I'm Doc Saturday, this is my wife- Drew," He began laying her down on a medical seat and checkig her eyes again.
"I'm Gwen Tennyson. Mr Saturdy, have you not heard of the Plumbers? If so, where did you come from?"
As Doc Sturday turned on the equipment he brought up images that seemed to have come from folklore and legends. "These are Cryptids and I have already done a full planetry scann on possible Cryptid activity- almost zero."
As the rays of sun came through Max Tennyson he heard a weird noise outside the window of his van. He quietly got up and prepaired a blaster, creeping to the sourse. The noise moved to the other side of the van.
"What is it this time..." he muttered, slowly reaching for the door knob.
Knock knock
Max slowly turned the door knob and opened the door.
He has seen many things in his lifetime, but this was something new. A six feet tall creature with extremly long limbs and fur stoof before him.
"Hwello~!" it waved like a child who found some one to help them.
"What are you..."