The Nomicon had told Randy to work more on The Art of Stealth.
"Nomcion, I've perfected the art of stealth! Did you see how great I did today?"
The streets were soaked in snot filled water.
"Well...that may of uh...been a minor set back, but...still.."
The Nomicon glowed angrily.
"Okay, okay, a big set back, but..I still think I did a good job." Randy gloated.
Practice makes the warrior strong. Feeling no need for it will cause the warrior's demise.
"Okay, okay! I'll practice Nomicon, just calm down." Randy said. "And I have the perfect place to practice..."
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Randy crawled on his hands and knees when he got to the basement. He stayed in the shadowy part and out of the light. He was careful not to make a sound.
He peeked in behind the wall and saw The Sorcerer petting his rat companion. With every stroke the rat let out a sound of pleasure.
"You're a nice little rat." The Sorcerer said to it.
Maybe I can sneak attack The Sorcerer. Randy thought, smirking at the thought.
While The Sorcerer was caught up with petting the rat, Randy crawled to the other wall. Once he was there he sneaked behind the wall and did a somersault.
"Good little rat." The Sorcerer praised.
Randy tip toed behind The Sorcerer. He smirked then lunged forward.
The Sorcerer was shocked to feel something leap onto his back and quickly pushed it off and blasted it with stank.
"You have made a terrible mistake! You thought you could come in here and kill me? Ha! You'll have to try harder than that, you weakling" The Sorcerer pulled his attacker out of the stank cloud. "N-ninja?"
"Hey.." Randy said weakly. He coughed a bit. "S-sorry about t-that. I was pr-practicing my stealth."
The Sorcerer formed a hand with the stank and pulled The Ninja close. "I'm terribly sorry for harming you, Ninja. But you mustn't try to attack me like that."
"We've play fought before." Randy pointed out, still a bit weak.
"Yes, but what you did qualified as an actual attack." The Sorcerer pointed out. "Now, did I injure you in any way?"
"I feel kinda sore." Randy coughed out.
"Come here.." The Sorcerer said.
The Ninja stumbled forward.
"Now lay down."
Randy did what he was told and gently laid on his side.
The Sorcerer summoned purple stank and surrounded him.
"Wh-what is that? W-why is it purple?"
"It's healing stank." The Sorcerer explained. "Now don't talk, just relax your muscles."
Randy inhaled and exhaled lightly as his eyes shut.
After a while, The Sorcerer stopped and looked down at him. He'd fallen asleep.
"Ninja.." He sighed, playfully annoyed.
He gently cradled him for a while. His hand slowly touched the mask and at times almost gripped it. If he did grip it he'd stop himself immediately. The Ninja trusted him. It felt weird to say this, but it was true. The Ninja had put his trust into his once mortal enemy.
He set him back down on the ground and let him sleep off his pain.