Sorry it took so long, I messed up my arm in an accident at work. So if updates are so and/or full ofspelling error's- its because I got one working arm.
After turning who knows how many corners in this maze like lair, Nya concluded that she had gotten away from the Monkey King. Unsure of where to go, she carefully went into the first room she saw, now finding herself in a forgery.
No one else appeared to be in the room so she walked around in hopes of finding a weapon to defend herself with. The kiln in the center made the room sweltering the closer she got to it, near by was a large wooden create labeled "Scraps" she wouldn't have paid it any mind if she had not seen a metal hand out of the corner of her eye. She rushed back to find that the Titanium man had been tossed inside. Nya pulled him out, in a rather physically straining task (metal's heavy), and tried to wake him.
"Wait, the key!" She stood up to look in the bin before realizing that the windup key, as well as his ax, was left outside. Nya resolved to putting out the forge despite not having any water, instead she closed off the vents on the kiln, proud that her background as a blacksmith came in handy before dragging him behind a work bench where he was unlikely to be seen. The only item she could find that could make for a tolerable weapon was a spring swage, it seemed that all weapons- including the hammers used to smith the weapons- were gone.
Nya creaked open the door and checked to see if there were any guards, seeing that the coast was clear Nya kept going while she made note of where the forge was. Despite all of the guards outside, there was hardly anyone guarding the inside of the temple, either they must have thought that no one could ever get in or they thought no one would ever find the secret path so there was no reason to guard this area. Or, as Nya later decided on, anyone who was supposed to be guarding the area got lost in all of the twists and turns.
It was a while before she found anyone else, for the first time she saw a ghost patrolling the hall so she ducked into the nearest room to hide. The room was long and narrow, lined with sloppily made mats on the floor and racks on the walls line with all sorts of odds and ends.
"Back for another round, huh? Well, I'll have you know that I have made several sarcastic comebacks." A familiar voice rang out. She turned and looked around, that voice was undeniably the Strawman but she didn't see him. "Nya? Over here!" He shouted happily.
"Shhh! No one can know I'm here."
"Oh, sorry," He whispered.
"Where are you?"
"Down here." Looking down, Nya saw that the floor was covered in hay, a few meters in front of her was the Strawman, or what was left of him. His burlap face lied on one of the mats, with hay leaking out of it, near by was his shirt and trousers. Had he been a human and not a scarecrow, the scene would have been absolutely horrifying. "Don't worry, we can just stuff the hay back in." He said reaffirmingly.
Quickly, Nya scrambled up as much hay in her arms as she could and stuffed it into the clothes, putting his head on top. After some stuffing and shaking, the Strawman was almost back to how he was before. "One last thing, grab that rope so I can tie my head on." She handed it to him and he stared at it quizzically. "Let me see if I can remember how they tied it before." He began to tie the rope with a determination, and Nya soon realized that the knot he had tied was a noose.
And yet, he still slide it over his head and pulled the tail end tight, completely unconcerned despite Nya's horrified expression.
"What are we waiting for?" He asked cheerfully while clambering to his feet. "Let's go find the others."
The Strawman led Nya to the door while she tried to regain her bearings.
"So their plan was to let the monkeys eat me, they want to skin the Lion and melt toy solider."
"The Titanium man's windup key is outside, he won't be able to help us be he's out of danger for now. We need to find the Lion though."
"No one's in the hall, let's go."
"Wait, look." Nya walked back into the barracks, finding a small bucket of water. "Now we can stop Garmadon!"
The two wandered around in the hallway for a while, moving slowly as to not spill any water or alert anyone of their presence, as well as trying to check every door they found in search of the Lion.
"Stop me if I'm being stupid," The Strawman whispered with his hand on the door. "but doesn't it seem just a little weird that this insanely powerful warlock's one weakness- which he has made nearly impossible to get- can be found in his own lair?"
"That is kind of strange, but maybe the flying monkey's are on our side? Or at least wish they could be." The Strawman shrugged it odf and opened the door, inside the room were three ghosts sitting around a table playing poker.
They stared at each other for a while in silence.
"INTRUDERS!" One of the ghost shouted before the three of them flew out at them. One of them flew directly towards Nya, she jumped back before he could grab her causing the water to slosh around in the bucket. A few drops slashed out and hit the ghost, he immediately began to dissipate before disappearing completely. They stared for a moment before the fact that ghosts can be destroyed by water sunk in. Now with confidence, Nya splashed water into the other ghosts' face.
Feeling insured by the power gifted to them by a bucket of water, Nya and the Strawman barreled down the hall to look for their missing friend. In one of the doors the Strawman opened, he quickly slammed it shut and leaned agaisnt the door.
"What's in there?"
"Don't worry about it, let's keep going."
"What did you see?"
"Nothing! Let's just find the warlock and end this."
"But what about the Lion? We have to find him." She demanded. The Strawman walked up to her putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Believe me when I say, let's keep going. Don't worry about the Lion, nothing can hurt him now."
This chapter reminds me of that one show that's basically Chopped but knives.