A/N: Hey, guys! Why isn't anyone reviewing?

Banjo: Fairy Red reviewed.

Oh yeah. Um, no, your guess is wrong, sorry. Here, lemme give you guys a hint: B is for "Blaster." K?

Kazooie: You just gave it away.

So? Here's the exciting chappie! YAY!


It was what Kazooie liked to call "revenge time."

Gruntilda had pushed things way too far.

And it was time to stop her

And save Amethystar from her wrath.


The Amethyst Shamans: Chapter 11: The Battle of Amethystar

It didn't take long to get back on the sea. After much thought, Banjo decided to bring Tooty along to make sure she would be safe. And since there was no more room in Kyra's small boat, Jamjars was reluctantly left behind. The rest climbed aboard and set sail for Amethystar.

Knowing their urgency, Mumbo used his new Speed spell to quicken the speed of the boat dramatically (his spells sure are useful, aren't you?) to over ten times its normal sailing speed. In only a matter of a day, they reached the island by nightfall. But as they approached it, they all stared in horror.

The once beautiful island had turned grey and black, great trees drooping and once sparkling lakes and springs completely dried up. The place seemed quiet and completely lifeless.

As they stepped onto the cracked and brittle beach, Kyra looked on in complete horror, tears beginning to stream down her face. "We're… too late…"

Banjo held her in a comforting hug out of pity as she burst into mournful tears and sobs. But a heavy rumble and many distant cries of terror interrupted that. The group turned to see Kyra's tribe crash through the rotted foliage, panicking and fleeing from some great force. They were all brown bears of various age, looking as spiritual as Kyra herself.

"Father!" Kyra cried as the eldest tribe member flew into her arms. "What has happened here…?"

The Elder responded in silence, but Banjo could easily tell they were exchanging spirit-calls. The rescue party watched as the desperate tribes-folk flocked to the beach's side, fearfully gathering and praying to any spirits who would listen to their poor souls.

Banjo, of course, looked at the terrified tribe in pity, but also in de-ja-vu. Somehow, someway, these people looked awfully familiar, like from a memory buried deep within his mind that he couldn't quite seem to remember fully.

But that thought was interrupted when that rumble got closer and clearer. Half of it was heavy, stomping-like marching, and the other half was the roaring of a heavy, bestial machine thundering across the dead island. Finally, from the opening the frantic tribe had created in the foliage, an army of evil minions marched on, each touting a long rifle-shaped blaster over their shoulders. And from behind them, out poked a long, large drill that the Isle o' Hags residents recognized all too well. Looks like Grunty fixed up the Hag 1, as it trampled the rest of the foliage flat. The marching stopped about a few yards away from the tribe, and the hatch at the top of the Hag 1 opened to reveal the old witch herself.

"Prepare for the end of Ameth!" But she stopped when she saw the Isle o' Hags residents, especially Banjo. "… WHAT THE HECK? What're YOU all doing here?"

Kyra released her confused father and took Banjo by the paw as they both glared up at Gruntilda. "I told you you'd regret this… and this time I didn't lie!"

Gruntilda's shocked look instantly went down to an irritated glare as she leaned forward in her hatch. "So, you two kissed and made up, eh? Well, hats off to you!"

"Aw, shaddap, you smelly old hag!" Kazooie trilled.

"You're getting too cocky for your own good, Grunty!" Banjo exclaimed, pulling Kazooie out and holding her in Breegul Blaster mode. "And it's time to pay!"

At this motion, Kyra drew her dagger, Mumbo brought out his Shaman Stick, and Wumba brought out her own mystical staff she had recently developed.

At this, Grunty cackled in amusement. "You wanna take on my army of minions? Well, then, be my guest!" She sat back, getting ready to watch the carnage. But when they all raised their blasters, she snapped impatiently, "No, you morons! The B.R.Y.A.N.s are for the island and tribe ONLY! Don't waste their power on these pests!"

The minions did as they were told, tossing the blasters aside and bared their teeth and claws threateningly.

"Yeah, go ahead and come, freaks!" Kazooie taunted. "We'll take down all of you!"

"Bottles, you help Kyra protect Tooty and the tribe!" Banjo urgently whispered to his short-sighted friend.

Bottles glanced up at him unbelievably. "W-wha…?"

But the bear didn't answer as he rushed in with Mumbo and Wumba to confront the army bravely. They actually weren't all that tough, falling with any well-placed standard attacks. With any types of eggs, a poke with a Beak Bayonet, Kyra's magical blasts, and any other shamans' weapons, the army slowly began to fall. Even a well-thrown heap of mud from Bottles set up an attack from his comrades.

Tooty stood back and watched with the tribe, but she was not as frightened as they all were. Unlike them, the young cub was used to watching her brother and friends fight monsters, so used that she's cheer them on enthusiastically.

But soon her cheers stopped when she noticed the dropped B.R.Y.A.N.s on the ground. On the way here, Kyra had explained what these blasters were used for, and Tooty looked curiously at them from a distance. The transparent storage tanks near the end glowed purple, each full of life force. And upon further thinking, Tooty came up with an idea.

"Banjo!" she called out into the melee. "Come here! I have an idea! Hurry!"

Most older brothers would brush her off, saying they were quite preoccupied, but not Banjo. Seeing a reflection of himself in Tooty's bold, smart thinking, Banjo always took his little sister seriously.

He broke off briefly and said to Kazooie, "Wanna go off on your own for a bit?"

"Heck yeah!" The breegul leaped out of his arms and ran into the mess to kick some tail feather.

Banjo quickly got to his sister's side. "What is it, Tooty?"

"Look at all the B.R.Y.A.N.s on the ground! If they can suck up life, can't they blow it back too?"

Banjo looked down at Tooty, a smile crossing his snout as he began to catch on to the idea. Looking over to the frightened tribe, he could tell they were devastated by the reaping of their homeland. How easy it would be to get the people to unite and stand against this evil force…

He leaped atop a high boulder formation, standing above them all. "Listen up, Amethystians!" he called out, getting their attention. "If you want to restore life to your island, do exactly as I tell you!"

Despite their uncertainty, the tribe had no choice but to listen to this stranger.

"Right, then! My pals and I will get those machines on the ground and give one to each of you! Don't press anything on them until I tell you to, alright?"

Slowly and hesitantly, they all exchanged unknowing glances all around, but nodded. At this, Banjo jumped off the rocks and observed the battlefield while calculating the quickest way to get the task done.

Much to Grunty's dismay, her army of monsters was slowly falling at a rapid rate. It seemed like the defending group were definitely not overwhelmed despite the huge size of the army itself. She cursed under her breath as she began preparing the Hag 1 to retreat in a cowardly fashion.

With the declining number of enemies, more fighter were open for other tasks. Knowing this, Banjo entered the fight and urgently instructed each of his allies that whenever they had the chance to retrieve the B.R.Y.A.N.s and pass them to each Amethystian. Catching on to the plan, they all obeyed and went right to work.

Each one of them grabbed to or three at a time, rushing to the tribe and giving each member one of the B.R.Y.A.N.s before dashing quickly back into battle. In minutes, each and every one of them held one of the many blasters, looking at them curiously.

Banjo grabbed the last one and stood above them once again and proceeded to explain to them how to work the contraptions they were unfamiliar with.

"… And take this knob and switch it from 'suck' to 'blow…'" A flood of clicking followed. "Right! Now, on my signal, point this end down into the ground and hold down this little trigger until it runs out of juice! Got it?"

Feeling more confident, they all nodded and pointed the blasters into the dusty ground. Banjo moved to the front of the group, positioning himself.

Gruntilda popped out of the hatch once again to observe the carnage, realizing something. "Hey, where'd all the B.R.Y.A.N.s go?" She then looked ahead at the Amethystians in horror. "…! OH NO…!"

"NOW!" Banjo shouted, pushing in the trigger and releasing a blast of purple light that flooded into the grey ground. This same light erupted from each blaster, with odd sounds that melded together into one dull hum. And from beneath their feet, the grey beach got back its sandy color. The more it went on, the more color spread across the island.

Kyra blasted the last minion into oblivion, letting out a breath of exhaustion. She leaned over briefly to catch her breath, and that's when she saw the color sweep below her and the cracked earth become soft and sandy under her feet. She looked up in disbelief and amazement as the whole island filled with life, great trees and forests standing tall once more, and lakes and streams filled with pure, clean water. The once toxic air became fresh once more. Kyra's eyes filled with tears of joy as her homeland came back to life.

Once the blasters were finished off, Banjo shouted over the crowd, "Now destroy them all, in any way you can!"

The tribe obeyed enthusiastically, smashing them against rocks and boulders. In no time, they were all in scattered pieces in the sand, like shells.

The other Isle o' Hags heroes let out a happy cheer as the fighting was over and the island of Amethystar was saved. Kyra rushed in and embraced Banjo around the shoulders happily.

"Banjo, you did it! You did it!" she cried happily.

He grinned in response, leaning on her affectionately since he still had the last working B.R.Y.A.N. in his paws. But then he looked ahead to see Gruntilda retreat back into the Hag 1 and try once again to get it moving. His face hardening, he politely brushed Kyra off.

"Tell your tribe to surround the Hag 1," he said in a determined way, hefting the B.R.Y.A.N. in his arms. "There's no way we're letting Grunty get away!"

Kyra nodded as he rushed off towards the digger. With the send of a spirit-call, she got everyone to surround the monstrous mud muncher in angry protest. Grunty popped out again and looked past the large drill down at the many angry bears below her. She sneered spitefully.

"You think you all can stop me? HA!" she taunted to hide her fear and knowledge of defeat. "I'll run you all down if I have to! You'll never take me ali!"

But she turned to looked straight into the thin barrel of the last B.R.Y.A.N., and at the other end was her arch-rival, giving her a determined scowl.

"Give up, Grunty. It's over."

Grunty glanced frantically between both Banjo and the tribe below them. The game was up. With an irritated and spiteful growl, she reluctantly raised her arms in defeat.

Kazooie let out a cheer. "Alright!"

A/N: YAY!

Banjo and Kazooie: GO US:D

I took out Jamjars cause he's annoying. Anyways, next chapter will be an exciting plot twist! Betcha you all can't wait!

Kazooie: I can.

Banjo: Oh, hush, Kazooie!

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