Chapter 18 – Red vs Blue

"I still can't believe G would leave us behind like that!"

That was but one of the many complaints Lug had to get off his chest all afternoon. After Edward had explained where G was going, it didn't take long for everyone to figure out just where Nyx had gotten to, after all she pulled the disappearing stunt before. But that wasn't the biggest issue at hand, all day the group had been talking amongst themselves at how G was handling the situation, much like Nyx had told G earlier, they all felt that they were being abandoned while G ran off doing who knows what. Luckily there were a few members of the group that seemed to at least try to look at any positive aspects to the situation.

"Well to be fair Edward did say he was coming back after he found those other lost people," Laura pointed out.

"Aye," Spud added. "We can't fault him for wanting to keep us out of danger."

"Regardless, he still should have said something!" Lug retorted. "And what's worse he's taken the wee lass with him."

At those words Spud couldn't help but roll his eyes, after all once Lug had gotten into his stubborn mood there was no dragging him out of it.

"A… actually I don't think he meant to," Laura argued, though still feeling a little intimidated by Lug's stern glare. "From what Edward said, he thought he was alone when he left."

Now it was Lug's turn to roll his eyes.

"He's an arrogant little weasel if I ever did see one," he stated, much to everyone's shock. "I can see it his eyes, his cockiness will be his downfall, I guarantee it."

At those words, Lug earned himself a strong glare from everyone else, granted G was no saint but that didn't give Lug any reason to start badmouthing him like this. The whole ordeal over the last week must have been a lot harder than everyone originally thought, still neither Spud nor Mossy liked this side of Lug in the slightest.

"Oh come on Lug, now you're just being mean," Mossy argued.

"I don't care!" Lug snapped in retort. "I tell you right now, if we never met this bozo, then we…"

"Then WE would have been far worse than we would be now!" Laura screamed, cutting Lug off mid-sentence and surprising just about everyone in the group.

Even Laura was surprised by the way she just acted, normally she was a timid, gentle Keidran who would hardly ever raise her voice, but if there was one thing she could never stand it was someone being belittled even if it was behind their backs, and after enduring everything that has happened it only added to the built up rage that was deep down inside her since this whole mess started. Suddenly feeling the momentum in her voice, Laura decided to continue speaking her piece while she still could.

"Look, G may not be what we consider normal but he's done nothing but try to help us since day one!" she said defensively. "I think we should give him a little credit it for that don't you?"

However Lug merely scoffed at that.

"Oh please, he's just trying to fix a mistake that HE made," he retorted.

"Even so, ever since we met him, he's only ever thought about OUR interests!" Laura retorted back. "Not once did he ever think of himself, he could have abandoned us in whatever realm we were trapped in but he didn't! So I think a little appreciation might just be in order here!"

"Aye, and let's not forget that it was the pirate who is also responsible," Spud added. "Had he not been invading G's home then none of this would have happened."

"Quite so!" Mossy stated, crossing his arms with confidence.

Lug may not have liked it, but even he had to admit that his two friends made an excellent point, it is true that G wasn't entirely to blame for everything that's happened, in fact the more he thought about it, it seemed more to by Foxy's fault above everything else, perhaps he shouldn't be so harsh on the lad. Suddenly Lug was pulled out of his train of thought by a loud explosion emanating from the valley below them.

"What the Sam-hell!?" he exclaimed as he and the rest of the group ran down the nearby stairs to investigate what was going on.

What they soon discovered certainly was a surprise, both to the group and many by standing elves who also heard the explosion. Splat across the wall in a blackened mass with a goofy look upon his face like a magnet on a fridge was none other than Goggles, who proceeded to slide down the stonework to the ground, groaning in pain as he left a tiny Gizmonk silhouette in the centre of a newly burnt mark on the wall.

"So that's how the Fuel Injection Manifold works," he groaned, before shaking off the pain, along with a great deal of ash from his fur.

"Goggles, what are you doing?" Laura asked, worried for the Gizmonk's health but also a little relieved that he was able to shake being splattered against the wall so easily.

But Goggles didn't even need to open his mouth for everyone to have some idea of what his answer was going to be, just a few feet in front of the group was none other than the very same van that had served as their escape from Edward's world and a ferocious Warg only a few days ago. And while the surrounding elves were astounded upon seeing such a strange contraption in their midst, Goggles was looking at it with determination in his eyes. Not only that but clearly he had also been using his mechanical genius to fiddle around with it, which was easy to figure out by the pieces of metal that scattered about the ground, the open owner's manual which Goggles had found stuffed under the front seat, and the entire van being supported on a series of large rocks while Goggles tried to figure out a way to fix the slashed tyre.

"G may think he's doing the right thing by leaving us behind, but we can't just sit by and let him do something stupid like get himself killed," Goggles explained while continued to look the van over. "So I had the elves bring the van here so I can make a few repairs."

Upon hearing this the group's eyes widened with shock.

"You mean you're planning to…?" Edward began only to receive an early answer.

"Once this hunk of junk is repaired and refitted, I'm going after G and Nyx," Goggles said bluntly, much to everyone's shock."

"Say what!?" Laura exclaimed.

"Are you out of your mind lad!?" Lug added. "You can't go out there by yourself!"

"I won't have to if you guys are willing to help," Goggles retorted, before looking back at the group with a stern glare. "Or are you guys just going to stay here like a bunch of cowards?"

At those words, everyone gasped upon hearing the Gizmonk's question.

"Cowards?" Lug repeated, feeling insulted by the remark.

"Now that's just uncalled for," Spud pointed out, sharing in Lug's offence.

Granted it was a little uncalled for to use such aggression in his words, but despite that Goggles felt the need to let off some steam after receiving the news of Nyx's disappearance from Edward, and if there was one thing he could never stand it was knowing that a filly he knew was putting themselves at risk, he had seen that sort of thing once too many times already. Taking a deep breath and letting out a heavy sigh, Goggles continued to speak.

"Look, I know what it's like to feel as though the best option is to take the easier way out," he said. "But I've learnt that when it come to your friends, you need to be there for them no matter what happens… even if it means risking yourself for it. I may not be much of a fighter, but I for one am not going to let G do this journey by himself, Nyx may be with him but she can only do so much. Now are you all just going to stand there gawping at me, are you going to help me get this piece of scrap moving again?"

Neither Lug, Mossy, Spud, Laura, nor Edward could ever imagine that a creature so small could have so much determination, it was as though they were looking at the tiny embodiment of a Captain of the Guard. None of the elves watching the scenario had any idea as to what was going on, but regardless, even they were moved by the Gizmonk's loyalty to his companions. Upon hearing his speech, Laura couldn't help but feel somewhat motivated, so much so that she was the first to pick up the Van's owner's manual and begin telling Goggles the specific details he needed. Soon enough all members of the group save for Lug began making their way towards the van, providing any help they could in assisting Goggles in his mechanical endeavour. After watching his two friends lend their hand in the task, eventually even Lug began feeling guilty and sighed in defeat.

"Agh, the things I do for my friends," he moaned, placing a hand on his head and walking to join the others.

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Even after the sun had finally set and night had begun to creep over the land of Middle-Earth, Rahzar's nose was still working overtime. After hearing the howl himself, he wasted no effort in trying to find its source, even if he couldn't have G's head today, then he could at least set up a challenge for himself in pitting himself against a wild beast, after all he hasn't really needed to push himself since he was human. Finally after what felt like ages, he found the source of the howl, and what he saw made his eyes go wide with surprise. There, surrounding a bunch of small fires were the ferocious pack of Wargs that had been fighting each other for the very last scraps of meat that clung to what remained of the animal carcass they were eating. Hiding himself behind a series of large boulders that lay at the edge of the camp, Rahzar then quickly took notice of the other creatures that accompanied them, however before he could sneak in for closer look, he felt a small tap on his shoulder.

"About time we found you," Scanty said as she and the rest of the villains joined Rahzar behind the boulders.

Normally Rahzar would have taken a swing at anyone who tried to sneak up on him, however his nose easily picked up on the rest of his group rather quickly and he was able to stop himself from doing anything stupid.

"What are you bozos doing here?" he growled, irritated by the fact he was followed.

"Believe it or not, we were concerned after hearing that howl and decided to investigate," Scanty said, rolling her eyes. "Though it seems that you have beaten us to the punch. Perhaps your nose isn't so useless after all."

"Watch it girl!" Rahzar snapped defensively.

However before either of them could argue any further, both Rahzar and Scanty earned themselves a smack across the back of their heads, compliments of Porche.

"Hey pipe down, will you!" she snapped through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to listen."

Seeing that their argument was indeed pointless, both Rahzar and Scanty then gave each other a small nod and began to listen in on the orcs that inhabited the camp.

"So what do you think's got the Mistress all riled up like she is?" one of them asked as he scarfed down a raw piece of meat.

"From what I can tell, the maggot we're looking for is someone she once knew a while ago," the other answered, kicking back a flagon of what Rahzar and bebop could smell was blood. "Don't really know what he is though, I wasn't there when Grishnakh led that hunting party."

As the villains continued to listen in on the orcs, the subject of conversation all seemed to link up to the same thing, the fact that someone named the Mistress was running things around here and she was leading these disgusting creatures into some kind of hunt. Whoever it was they were hunting, one thing was for certain, he was not going to be in once piece afterward.

"Who are these clowns, yo?" Bebop asked, scratching his head.

"Locals," Rahzar replied bluntly. "And quite the ugly ones too."

"Da, they are bigger freaks than WE are," Rocksteady added with a slight chuckle.

"Any suggestions on what we should do?" Porche asked, hoping to get as far away from these hideous beast soon as possible.

"We have no business with them," Scanty pointed out, much to Porche's relief. "I suggest we move on before they spot us."

However all the while the others were talking, Hamburg was the only one to peer over his shoulder, after he did a look of terror quickly spread across his face.

"Uh… might be a little late for that," he whimpered, catching everyone else's attention.

"What makes you say that?" Porche asked curiously.

Only then did the others turn around to notice what Hamburg was talking about. If Rahzar or Bebop had only bothered to take a deeper breath through the nose, then they would have noticed that the stink of orc had broken off into two sections, the group that were still standing by the fires, and the small fraction that were now standing behind the villains and pointing their crossbows at their heads. Evidently the sense of smell of an orc is quite the powerful thing.

"That," Hamburg gulped, not even bothering to put up a fight as he raised his hands in surrender.

Realising that the villains stood no chance against the orcs, mainly out of sheer number and the fact that the Wargs they had with them would most likely tear them to shreds if they tried anything, everyone else then followed Hamburg's example and raised their hands in surrender. After being bound in rope and dragged across the ground, into the orc camp the villain's group easily found themselves quickly regretting their decision to surrender. Before long all six of them found themselves being shoved into the mud in front of a large pool that had been dug out of the earth itself, at its edge was none other than Ezekiel and Grishnakh, who seemed to be standing guard over the water.

"What is this?" Grishnakh demanded, Ezekiel growling in agreement as he too was curious about the new arrivals.

"Strangers, Commander Grishnakh," one of the orcs explained, pointing towards the villains. "We found em' skulking about behind the rocks."

"I see," Grishnakh replied as he and Ezekiel leaned in closer for a better inspection.

As the orc leader gazed over each of the bound villains he found himself somewhat intrigued, after all you don't see a red-skinned woman and a trio of bipedal animals even in Middle-earth. What made the situation even creepier was the fact that both Ezekiel and Grishnakh seemed to be sniffing the villains like a pair of bloodhounds trying to pick up the scent of something tasty.

"I must admit, I have never seen the likes of them before," Grishnakh commented, licking his chops.

"What do want us do with them?" the other orc asked, much to the villain's sudden tension.

At first Grishnakh said nothing in response, he only eyed the prisoners little more with those piercing eyes of his. Needless to say, Scanty wasn't liking the way the situation was going, so much so that she secretly began using a small fraction of her demonic powers to create a tiny flame next to each of the bound villains that began to burn away at the rope without the orcs noticing. Finally Grishnakh smiled a toothy grin and gave the order.

"Slice them up boys!" he yelled, much to the orcs delight and the villains' horror "Looks like we're having fresh meat tonight!"

Upon hearing that every orc in the camp cheered with a blood-curdling roar, all the while Porche and Hamburg were crying tears of terror all the while screaming like babies.

"Oh hell no!" Bebop squealed as he struggled to break free of his rope. "I ain't becoming dinner!"

The only ones who seemed to be the most calm in these new circumstances seemed to be Rahzar and Scanty, both of whom seemed to be growling with anger as they both continued to stare down the newest orc walk up towards them with what they could only assume was a form of blade, caked with dried blood. Finally when the orc had the blade mere inches from her neck did Scanty make her move.

"You want to eat something, you revolting filth?" she asked quietly, much to the orcs confusion. "Well then… EAT THIS!"

At those words the ropes binding Scanty finally became burnt enough that they easily snapped apart as Scanty jumped up, kicked the blade from the orcs hand, all the while performing a backwards summersault whilst taking off both her thongs at the same time. Within seconds Scanty had transformed her undergarments into her prized revolvers and shot two burning bullets directly into the orc's forehead, causing the rest of his pack to gasp as they saw their newly deceased comrade fall to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

"KILL THEM ALL!" Grishnakh screamed, signalling all other remaining orcs to charge at the villains.

However then was when Scanty's little scheme came into full effect, just like her own ropes Scanty's flame finally burnt away the other villain's bonds and within moments they were all free and laying on a counter attack against the oncoming orcs

"FLOWER SHURIKEN!" Porch screamed as she pulled out her baton from her jumpsuit and threw her petal-shrouded blades at least three orcs, all of whom easily went down as the blades all pierced their necks.

Though the orcs were able to confiscate any obvious weapons the villains may have had such as Rocksteady's sickle and hammer, thankfully they were all still clueless enough to not recognise the more modern weapons the villains had on them, specifically the assortments of gadgets that made up all of Bebop's clothing, some of which were even fused to his skin.

"Man, you punks are nothing but a bunch of dumb, buck-tooth, grey inbred-looking fools!" he chuckled as he easily dodged their arrows using his slick dance moves and firing his hip-lasers directly into the archers' faces. "Eehee!"

"Da, I can't believe we were intimidated by these clowns," Rocksteady added, as he grabbed an attacking Warg and smashed it's skull in with his bare fist.

"Speak for yourself!" Rahzar snarled as he impaled another orc with his claws.

However though it may have seemed the villains were gaining the upper hand, the sheer number of orcs were soon beginning to overpower them. Even Ezekiel managed to play a part in the fight land a piece of Acid-Spit in one of Rocksteady's eyes, thankfully that particular eyeball was already replaced with a diamond anyway so at the very least the only thing that stung was the skin around it. It seemed like the battle was going to go either way until one particular voice screamed over the crowd.

"DRAINING RAIN!" it yelled in a feminine tone with a hint of a southern accent.

As soon as those words were said heavy downpour of water came splashing down from the sky directly onto the villains and the orcs, the second the liquid touched their skin, both parties couldn't help but collapse to the ground out of pure exhaustion, it was as though the rain was draining them of any strength they had within a matter of seconds. It was then that everyone turned to see you had screamed, upon seeing her the orcs cringed with fear, all the while every male member of the villains' group were dropping their jaws in awe upon seeing who was walking towards them. As she approached, the villains could easily see the full details of the beautiful woman with skin that was artic blue, but more surprisingly she seemed to be wearing a powder-blue one-piece swimsuit with an opened back and a hole on the abdomen exposing her navel, that easily showed off every curve throughout her hourglass figure and when well with her matching arm bands and helmet. She also seemed to have fiery red eyes and fish-like fins on both her thighs and the sides of her head that made her appearance all the more convincing that she was not of the land, but rather the sea. However adoring appearance aside, there was also something about this new woman that put everyone near her on edge, as though they terrified just to breathe the same as her, a feeling that was certainly mutual amongst the villains as the new arrival began to speak.

"Honestly can't a girl get some beauty sleep anymore?" she said with a stern glare before turning towards Grishnakh. "Now what in Heaven-Betsy is going on here?"

At those words, Grishnakh quickly crawled towards the blue woman and began to grovel at her bare feet.

"Forgive us Mistress Ranamon," he pleaded, pointing towards the villains, who still didn't have any strength to stand up. "We've had a bit of a ruffle with our latest catch."

Upon hearing this, the woman, now known as Ranamon looked towards the downed villains with a look of surprise in her eyes, which quickly changed to realisation when she easily figured out just who these new arrivals were. And what made her surprise all the bigger was the fact that several bodies of her orcs littered the ground and yet not one seemed to belong to the strangers' group, it was then that a large smirk appeared across her pretty face.

"My, my, aren't you folks the strong ones," she said, walking towards them. "Ah could use some strong folks like you around."

"Mistress?" Grishnakh gasped, confused as to what his Mistress was implying.

"They're other-worlders Grishnakh, just like ah am," Ranamon explained much to the shock of both the orcs and the other villains. "Hmm, six newbies vs an army of orcs, ah think the odds of achieving our goal would be better if they gave us some assistance, don't you?"

No one could believe what they were hearing, this blue-skinned woman was from a different world too? Just how many of these people are out there in the multiverse!? What's more, she seemed to have taken over an entire pack of monsters after a single week, sooner even given the way they treated her. Whoever Ranamon is, she obviously had a lot of power, at least enough to make the orcs fear her, and enough beauty to boot to make even Ezekiel follow her like a puppy. Scanty certainly was glad that her sister wasn't with her, because even SHE couldn't help but blush as Ranamon leaned in so that she was at eye-level with her cleavage.

"What do you say? Join us and we'll let bygones be bygones?" Ranamon continued, much to Scanty's confusion. "Ah'll even let the ladies share my tent if that's what you wish."

However Scanty merely growled at that, she may have been a lady of certain tastes but she was also a high-class demon and there was no way that she was going to be some fishy bimbo's newest lapdog even if she is pretty."

"Sorry dear," she finally said with a smirk. "But we have our own problems to deal with. You'll just to find someone else to be more new gaggle of pets"

Needless to say this answer shocked every single orc listening in, no one has ever defied the Mistress's wishes, especially wish such disrespect. Even the other villains were surprised by Scanty's answer, she didn't even hesitate in the slightest. However the biggest reaction came from Ranamon herself, who at this point changed her smile into a hateful glare.

"That wasn't a request, Sugar," She snarled.

But that statement only made Scanty's smirk spread even wider, so much so that a blazing red aura began to spread all across her body with a determined rage.

"Well then, since neither of us are gonna back down perhaps we should settle this with a one-on-one battle," she finally said, with as must grace and composure as she could muster despite her building anger. "Last lady standing submits to the victor's request. Sound good?"

It was then that Ranamon's scowl quickly turned back into a smirk, as though she were amused by the very idea of such a request, after a few moment of sinner laughter, she spoke again.

"It would seem that we have a challenger boys!" she called out, causing Ezekiel and all the orcs to cheer, it had been a while since they've seen a good fight. "You really want to fight the Darling of the Deep? Well then, bring it on ya red-skinned tramp!"

When that final statement was announced Scanty's blood boiled with pure fury, it took every ounce of strength she had left to force herself not to lash out right there and then, after all she was a lady of rules and there was no way that she was going to break the rules of conduct now. Within a few minutes, a clearing had been made in the centre of the camp, in its centre were Scanty and Ranamon looking each other down with a fierce glare. Around them were the orcs, Ezekiel and the rest of the villains, all of whom seemed to be cheering for their favourite lady.

"Kick her ass, Scanty!" Porche cried, trying her best to get on the demon's good side.

"Kill her, Mistress!" Grishnakh cried in response.

Hearing some of the cries meant for her, Ranamon couldn't help but blow a few kisses to the crowd, for even here she couldn't help but feel flustered but the number of adoring fans she had, even if these particular ones only followed her due to fear of her powers and not her beauty. Rolling her eyes at Ranamon's shameless display, Scanty spoke up.

"Can we please get on with this!?" she snapped. "We ARE on a tight schedule!"

Snapping out of her fluster, Ranamon then turned to look at Scanty with a determined smile.

"Newbies first," she said arrogantly.

Gritting her teeth at that remark, Scanty cocked her revolvers. Seeing this from the side-lines, Bebop and Rocksteady couldn't help but go into a conversation of their own.

"20 Bucks says Scanty gets her ass handed to her," Bebop whispered, much to Rocksteady's amusement.

"Heh, make that 50 and you've got deal," Rocksteady chuckled.

"Hey, can I get in on that?" Hamburg added, interested in what "Bucks" meant.

Taking no notice of the side-betting that was going on amongst her own comrades, Scanty took a few steps away from Ranamon and readied her guns.

"Let's begin," she said, aiming both her revolvers and taking her shots.

With the battle begun, Ranamon wasted no time in using her abilities to her full advantage, with one gesture of her hand, every droplet of water from the soaked earth rose from the ground and formed a protective shield around Ranamon, hardening itself to the consistency of Jelly and stopping the bullets inches away from Ranamon's face.

"Y'all better do have better tricks than that, Sugar, otherwise this ain't gonna be fun at all," she said with a smirk as she moved her hand again and the bullets quickly dropped to the ground while she made the next move. "AQUA NEEDLE!"

At that command the water surrounding Ranamon then shaped itself into a series of sharp spikes and launched themselves directly at Scanty. Using whatever athletic ability she had, Scanty in turn narrowly dodged these spikes by performing several jumps and dives, however not unscathed as some of the spikes managed to land a few scratches enough to tear pieces of her clothes and draw blood. When the onslaught was finally over, Scanty glared at Ranamon with blazing fury.

"You'll pay for that, you Sea-whore!" she screamed.

However Ranamon merely giggled at that.

"Ooh that's a funny thing to say," she retorted, much to Scanty's confusion. "Especially coming from a gal who clearly can't keep her panties on."

At those words, Scanty could have sworn that she heard a few stifled giggles from both the orcs and her own comrades, and what made it worse was the fact that Bebop was recording the whole thing on his visor, making sure to capture every angle of Scanty as she revealed more skin with every slash of the water-spikes. Screaming with pure rage, Scanty then charged at full speed towards Ranamon shooting rapidly with her guns, hoping to at least land one shot, however Ranamon was proving to be a difficult opponent, with each shot Scanty fired, Ranamon easily managed to counter with her water powers, so much so that soon enough that she soon began surfing on a wave of water and started circling Scanty like a vulture.

"Ah must admit you've lasted longer than ah expected, but now ah'm afraid y'all need to be put in your place," she said mockingly as the water she was surfing on quickly began to form a cyclone around Scanty. "Say goodnight Sugar. WHIPPING WAVES!"

At those words, the cyclone drew in closer towards Scanty and before she even had a chance to move, she found herself swirling in a vortex of water, not even able to gasp for air as the liquid quilly filled her lungs. Watching everything from the sides, the villains gasped at Scanty's situation all the while the orcs were cheering at the potential slaughter of the red-skinned girl, their thoughts quickly turning to what they were planning to do once their Mistress was done with Scanty's corpse. However Scanty wasn't going to go down like this, she was a high-classed demon, deadly as she is gorgeous, and there was no way that she was going to let some Little Mermaid reject bring her down. Grasping whatever strength she had left, Scanty clenched her fists with heated fury and screamed with whatever air was left in her lugs as a hellish red aura surrounded her entire body. Nobody knew what exactly was happening, but none the less they were either intrigued or downright sacred of whatever Scanty was doing. Soon enough, the red aura spread through every drop of water surrounding Scanty's body, which in turn began to boil into steam with the intense heat that was being generated. Before Ranamon could do anything to prevent it, the water cyclone exploded into steam, sending her flying into a nearby tree whilst scalding several orcs in the front row of the crowd.

"Dang!" Bebop exclaimed. "Talk about Scanty being a hot chick!"

"Smoking Hot," Hamburg added, with a giggle. "Pupupupupupupupupu."

Ranamon may have been caught off guard, but there was no way that she was going to let Scanty get away with that, however before she could even move, Ranamon quickly found herself backed up against the trunk of the tree with the barrel of a black and gold shotgun mere millimetres from her face, with Scanty's finger ready to pull the trigger.

"Normally I don't like fusing my guns like this, after all a shotgun isn't such a refined weapon as my revolvers are," Scanty commented, her eyes still burning with the red aura. "But you've forced my hand and made me do something incredibly drastic. Now I'm going to allow you to make the next move, choose the right one and I just might let you live, choose wrong and I'll be having Porche scrub out squid ink from my clothes later."

"Hey!" Porche snapped, catching that last remark.

It certainly was a terrible situation for Ranamon, even if she could move her arms to send out another wave of water, Scanty's gun was too close to her face that she couldn't even move without the risk of being a goner with a single blast. Finally after a few moments of suspense, Ranamon finally spoke.

"I… yield," she said reluctantly, much to the orcs' shock and Scanty's delight.

"Good choice," Scanty replied with an evil smile, lowering her gun and ending the fight.

With that, Ranamon then collapsed to her knees, exhausted and humiliated to her very core. When Ezekiel ran up to her like the loyal pet he was, Ranamon felt a little more at ease as he petted his bald head. However that slight ease of tension quickly subsided when she witnessed what happened next, at first it looked as though Grishnakh was going to attack Scanty with his blade as he stomped towards her with an animalistic growl, something which Scanty was prepared for as she raised her shotgun again at him, however instead he plunged the blade of his sword into the ground and dropped to one knee at Scanty's feet.

"Mistress!" he declared, much to Scanty's surprise and Ranamon's horror.

Looking away from Grishnakh and towards the rest of the orcs, the villains saw that all of them were doing the same thing and giving Scanty a respectful bow. It would seem that whatever power Ranamon had over them was now gone after losing her fight with Scanty. Seeing the opportunity fall beneath her feet, Scanty put on a gleeful smirk and looked back towards Ranamon.

"It would seem that an allegiance has now changed," she gloated, much to Ranamon's distain. "But perhaps we can both benefit from this new arrangement. You and these gaggle of monsters fight with us, and I'll be sure that you are rewarded most hansomly."

Seeing no other option aside the risk of being shot at again, Ranamon reluctantly nodded her head.

"Excellent," Scanty said, please with her response before turning back towards the orcs. " Alright you filthy cretins, there is going to be a NEW line of business you'll be following from now on…"

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Author's Notes:

The Character Nyx belongs to Pen Stroke / :iconPenstrokepony:

The Character Laura belongs to :icontwokinds:

The Characters Chi and Mimi belong to :iconbleedman: