Week 5, Season 8

It was mid-day, the sun at its zenith. Despite it being early spring, the ball of flame was still staring down on the battle royalers like it was Season 5. People were sweating, staying indoors, and taking dips in the pool of Paradise Palms. Today was a strange day, true indeed, with most gossip mainly about the temperature and memories of the summer prior. All across the island – the melting glacier, the mysterious dig sites – the blazing sands of the desert – the evergreen grasses and trees of the northwest – the unexpected heat wave forced constant drops of sweat from the populace of the Battle Royale Island. In the northeastern tropics, however, it was a completely different story.

Bandolette enthusiastically hacked away at the vegetation and vines of the jungle, making new trails and leaving her mark on the island. Yes, this was what she did. The fearless jungle warrior would carve a trail, name it, and then charge vBucks for peoples' safe crossing/access to these trails. It was a bit of a cheap strategy, though Bandolette was always surprised with the returning defaults that seemed to have no clue as to whether or not they'd been on a path before.

This specific trail, going around the volcano's ridge and leading to a metal bridge that she built, was a bit annoying. While she did routinely scare away some random people that protested against her jungle-clearing, there was just one problem: Pirates. The trailblazer had her metal bridge go across the lava and end at the pirate camp southwest of the volcano, and that made some Fishsticks quite frustrated. Even though nobody could understand their blabber, Bandolette's threats would stick into them, but the moment she left the pirate camp out of her sight, the nagging fishes would return to try and destroy her bridge again.

Eventually, Maki Master and Bandolette banded together in a final attempt to make the fish stop squabbling about. It went quite smoothly actually.

"๖lງ๖lງ๖lງ!" A fishstick cried, one of its eyes staring off in another direction.

"Yeah, I've had enough of your bullshit. Maki, come on." Bandolette gestured her head in the direction of the fishes, pulling out a silver dagger.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I've been looking to feed my customers a new type of seafood."

With that, Maki Master bowed as if she was going to duel somebody in some anime show, and continued to mercilessly stab the fish like they were rabid animals and Maki was a deranged woman in the prehistoric ages looking for food. It didn't take too long, the sushi master finishing her kills and bagging the brainless Pirate Fishsticks with just a few bloody stains on her white apparel.

"I'll be going now." Maki Master bowed, taking a Rift-to-Go and heading in the direction of Lucky Landing. Bandolette didn't even return a wave, simply going on and continuing her trail.

Lazy Lagoon, later that day...

"Preposterous."

Blackheart, in his human form, threw away a pail of water, unintentionally making another Fishstick trip over it and poke its own eye. Ignoring the stupid fish being, he made his way down into the hull, the darkness making his skin turn clear, revealing a blue, glowing undead yet still beating heart. There, he moved down to the bottom floor, where many crates and prison cells lay. And before the captain, were the three Brood Brothers. (Shadow, Crimson, Azura)

"Please." Blackheart sputtered, drops of black goo hitting the floor.

"Yes?" One said, letting go of Scarlet Defender's head, the girl letting out a cry of relief. This was Shadow, always sporting dark armour. When he turned around, Blackheart saw his thick, green hide, the black shoulder pad one of the only things that could give someone a reason to call it "civilized". Sighing, Blackheart ignored the dragon's wet, throbbing member that was covered in Scarlet Defender's saliva.

"So. One of my outposts got raided. Southwest of your hatching ground."

"Who did this?" Shadow began to excite for his next victim.

"Some random girl. Female counterpart of Bandolier."

"I...think I know who she is. Bandolette, is it? Do you know her location?" The half-dragon had a wide grin on his face, seeing her as another...mate.

"There's a trail that she's carving. Near the outside of the Volcano."

"Good. Brothers! Off!"

Crimson, with his excess energy glowing around him, thrusted his cock into Scarlet defender one more time, filling the tired girl with his cream, and left. Azura was the only dragon of the Brood to have his full [blue] gear still on without any tears, and simply followed his brothers quietly.

Volcano's Edge Trail, the next day…

Bandolette hacked around the east of the Volcano, her trail almost complete. Her clothing was caked in sweat, and she gladly embraced the evidence of her hard work. Just a few more metres, and she'd be done. Her dagger had dulled to the point of it being comparable to a pair of preschool scissors, though it was nothing to worry about. If anything, her traps would save her.

As the jungle warrior trekked and tore through the last of the Jungle's vegetation, she finally let out a sigh

"Whew!"

In that moment, she felt a strange texture under her boot, subsequently being launched in the air, and found herself trapped in a net, hanging from a tree.

"COWARD! SHOW YOURSELF!"

And so, Shadow, Crimson, and Azura – the Brood Brothers – emerged from the bushes, Shadow licking his teeth. Azura was the first to talk.

"You've raided one of our camps. You're coming with us for a talk."

"I'm not coming with any of you feral beasts."

"I beg your pardon?" Shadow growled, emphasizing his acute fangs.

"Go ahead. Try and kill me. I dare you." Bandolette smirked, sharpening her knife against her light ammo bandolier. Moments later, she cut out of the net, rolling down on the ground and pulling Azura into a headlock. Her dagger was just a millimetre away from the Hybrid's neck.

"Leave before I kill off this fella of yours."

"Go ahead. It's not like he's worth anything anyways." Crimson spat, his spit hitting Bandolette's hair.

She merely stabbed Azura in his shoulder, pushing him away before pulling out a suppressed SMG. Crimson knew not to breath fire in the tropics, instead dashing towards her and ducking Bandolette's thrown dagger. Shadow leapt up into the air, landing behind Bandolette. The girl elbowed him in the abdomen, knocking him back near a sharp drop that was a few metres steep. She then shifted her gaze to Crimson, only to find the world to go black.

A few hours later…

Bandolette slowly opened her eyes, finding herself staring at an arrangement of wooden floorboards. She shook her head, wincing before looking up. It was Shadow. The black armoured beast kneeled in front of her, caressing her chin. Immediately, she tried to throw a punch to his face, only to find her arms restrained by metal restraints. She could only move her feet so far – a square foot at most – before she felt the cold restraint hit her ankles.

Bandolette was stuck in quite the unfavourable position, optimal for doggystyle, her knees on the floor. At the same time, her arms were up and hanging from the short-chained restraints. She noticed that – unfortunately – she was naked – her clothes were off, her bandolier was gone. She was just north of the pillar that stood in the centre of the three prison cells of the Pirate Ship, her arm restraints connected to a foundation, her leg restraints tied to the pillar behind her. Some BDSM shit?

"Let me go before I rip that smile off your lizard face."

"Watch. Your attitude." Hybrid scowled, slapping Bandolette in the face. She returned with a ball of spit.

"What're you gonna do huh? Torture me?"

A deep chuckle came from Shadow. "Oh please. We are not so barbaric," He stood up, taking in a deep breath. "...unless you force us to."