I'm thinking about dropping the Angela/Duran storyline...Hawk and Riesz are just so much more hilarious, in my opinion, and at this rate I'll run out of ideas.
Riesz gave Hawk a skeptical look as he diced a zombie apart, then picked up the corpse and started to haul it off to a rock.
"Hawk, maybe we should stop," Riesz said as he shoved the body into Square's MBMCM(TM). "I think there's only so much luc you can pump out of it."
Hawk snorted, then bent over to scoop up the pile of coins. "There's no such thing as 'too much money' when you're dealing with a thief," he scoffed.
"Your purse is going to explode," Riesz pointed out.
The thief looked down at his money pouch, and he seemed shocked at how it looked. It was stretched to the limit, bulging and heavy from all the luc inside it.
Then he pulled at the drawstrings and the purse deflated, as though it had been emptied.
Riesz gawked. "How..."
Hawk poured the coins into his seemingly-empty purse, drawing the strings tight before grinning at her. "Standard thief gear. How else do you carry all your money?"
The princess was speechless. "What is that?"
"Square's Anti-Theft Purse(TM)," grinned Hawk (henceforth known as Square's ATP(TM)). "Holds an infinite amount of money and can't be stolen or picked."
Riesz's mouth opened, then shut, then opened again.
"Who the hell is this 'Square'?" she screamed, throwing down her spear in frustration. "Is it some sort of god, more powerful than the Mana Goddess herself? And if it is, why haven't I heard of it before?!"
"Well, um..." Hawk scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well, Square's a bit of this indestructable force that created everything, even the Goddess."
"I don't believe you!" shrilled Riesz, horrified.
"Square also created our lives," Hawk explained. "Predestiny and all that, and dozens of other worlds."
"You're lying!" Riesz yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Hawk. "There's no such thing as Square! It didn't create us, it didn't make our lives like some cheesy script, and we're not generic rolplaying characters in some game of destiny!"
Hawk watched the furious princess grab her spear and storm away. She was so upset that when a Battum flew into her way she lashed out with a blow that killed the Battum on impact, leaving nothing but a bloody pulp between a set of wings.
"Princesses are so sheltered," he sighed.

"So what'd you get?" Angela asked.
"Nine Round Candies, nine Pakkun Chocolates, nine Puipui Grasses and nine Stardust Herbs," grinned Duran.
"Where do you store it all?" Angela wondered.
"Ever wonder why my dexterity is so low?"
"Huh?"
Very carefully Duran reached into his chestplate and gingerly pulled out a foil-wrapped bar. He unwrapped the bar and took a bit, grinning.
"It's barely melted," he said with a bright smile. "Hey, you want one? I think there's one under my right arm - "
"OH GODDESSS THAT'S DISGUSTING!" screamed Angela, running away.
"Jeez," Duran muttered. He wiped his mouth and stared after the princess. "Where else would I put all this stuff?"

"AUGH!"
"HAWK!"
With an unlucky blow from a zombie, Hawk was poisoned. He quickly dispatched the enemy with his dagger before staggering away, green bubbles coming out of his head.
"Uh, is that normal?" Riesz asked.
"Sure, green bubbles coming out of my head are normal," Hawk snapped a little sarcastically. "It's also normal to gradually lose HP and SOUND LIKE A TICKING TIME BOMB WHILE I'M AT IT!"
"Why don't you heal yourself?" Riesz yelled back, taken aback by Hawk's anger.
"Just kill the Battum."
Riesz leap forward and smack the Battum, a bold purple '10' flying out of it. She backed away from its gnashing teenth, waiting for her spear to get light enough to lift again, then slashed again, killing the monster.
She turned to Hawk. "Okay, I - hey, no more green bubbles."
"Yeah," Hawk said, sheathing his knives and running over to Riesz. "Conditions vanish when all the monsters in an area are dead."
"That's, uh, great."

Duran and Angela turned into a passage, revealing a glowing waterfall, a rocky ledge and -
"Help!"
Duran automatically walked up to the struggling girl and knelt. "Don't worry, I've got you!"
The girl started to slide up the edge of the path until she reached a safe level to stand on. "Thank you!" she yelled. "Carlie was sure that she was a goner!"
Angela held out her hand and counted on her fingers as she examined Duran's rescuee. "Curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, half the height of the man characters, requires rescuing from an unsafe height, speaks in third person - Duran, we have met out Annoyingly Cute but Somewhat Useful Character."
"Carlie's not 'somewhat useful'!" argued back the girl. "Carlie's fifteen years old!"
"Wears brightly-coloured clothes that scream 'cuteness', pretends to be the same age as the heroes..."
"What are you doing here?" Duran asked.
"Cue cutscene!" announced Angela.

"Carlie saw you go in - "
Duran and Angela walked into the Cave of Waterfalls, trailed by the girl (whose name is presumably Carlie).
"I took a wrong turn - "
Carlie hopped down a set of stairs, went into a side cave and stood in midair for a while before looking surprised and falling down a level.
"If you hadn't come along, I would've been a goner for sure!"
Fadeout Carlie, clinging to the edge of the ledge, and Duran and Angela entering.

"Um, well, we're going to go see the Priest of Light," said Duran a little awkwardly.
"Priest of Light?" Carlie yelped. "My grandpa's the Priest of Light! Carlie'll join you!" With that, she ran to the back of line, behind Angela. "Lead on Duran!"
"HOLD IT!" Angela yelled, turning on her heel and glaring at Carlie.
Carlie froze, then stared back with her over-innocent blue eyes. "Yeah?"
"You stopped using your third-person back there!"
Uh oh. "What does Angela mean? Carlie doesn't know - "
"AND I NEVER TOLD YOU OUR NAMES!"
Duran, the typical brawn-over-brains man, stared blankly. "Huh?"
Carlie stared back, then grinned. "Maybe Carlie has really pretty magical powers!" she yelled happily. "Maybe she's got lots of powerful spells that make Carlie really weird!"
They watched Carlie skip away, laughing maniacally as she bounced up and down. Duran moved to follow her, but Angela's cane snaked forward and snagged him around his neck.
The fighter found himself face-to-face with a set of very angry violet eyes.
"You feed that kid one chocolate," hissed Angela, "one candy, one whiff of sugar, and I'll make you wish you never left Forcena."