Chapter 1: Room for Mayhem
Synopsis: What happens when Zen, Zalak, Ashura and Dav are shut in a small room with nothing to do? Get on each others nerves of course!
Disclaimer: As much as I would like too I do not own Ashura, Zen and Zalak, they are property of MAS and Dark respectively.
Zalak: Property..?
Dav S: We'll talk later……
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"ZALAK, LEAVE THAT ALONE!" Zen yelled loudly.
"Make me…." he said playfully.
"I will!" Dav said as he charged at the demon who hadn't noticed the blonde attack. Zalak had Zantetsuken in his hands, using it to cut up his sandwich. Dav tackled him to the ground and they wrestled for the sword, each having both hands on the long hilt. Zalak stubbornly didn't let go of the sword and was now flailing his right fist to try and whack Dav off of his own sword. In retaliation Dav extended his arm and pointed his palm toward Zalak's head whose eyes grew wide at the impending doom that was to follow.
"You wouldn't… would you pal?" Zalak pleaded.
"… BURN!" Dav yelled as a large ball of fire shot from his extended palm and exploded on contact with Zalak's head. "AAAAAAHHHHH" He yelled as ran around in circles with his head on fire.
On the other side of the room Zen and Ashura were playing battleships.
"B6"
"Miss, G2"
"Hit… damn…"
"G1"
"Miss, A3"
"Hit"
"B4"
"Damn, you sunk my Floating Fortress of Destruction…. Or battleship"
"I win… unsurprising though, your strategy was predictable, your moves amateurish and your style unacceptable" Zen stated while reading from his 'How to Taunt Balance Characters' handbook.
"Well… I er… You are an idiot!" Ashura taunted in retaliation like a child.
Zen flicked through a few pages of his book and then glared at Ashura "Well in that instance you are a stupid baboon who cannot successfully string together a coherent sentence built around a central object with several references to grammatical terms including semantic fields and contransic circumstances"
"Umm… I'm going to beat the hell out of you now.." Ashura said slowly, completely confused about what had just been said.
"Before you partake in brutish and un-necessary thuggary we should converse on what facilitates your need for wanton destruction when ever your feeble mind becomes fogged by the mist of stupidity" Zen stated again from his book.
"I am... I have... I er...". A strange popping sound followed Ashura's mumbling and then his head imploded and then grew back within seconds of disappearing. He then jumped out of the window and landed head first which then promptly exploded again.
"That really works well… wouldn't work on me though!" Dav grinned with confidence as Zen flicked through his handbook once more.
"…Pudding…" Zen whispered to Dav simply.
" OH NO NOT THE DREADED KILLER PUDDING, WE ARE DOOMED, RUN AWAY!" Dav then hid in the closet while waving a palm tree around erratically chanting a fake incantation believing it to repel all pudding!
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