"Darn it all, the horses ran off!" The old man shouts. "Something, had them spooked." The old man turns to Bonniese and Puke. "Would you mind helping and old man push his wagon?" Bonniese smiles at the old man. "Of course not, it's the least we can do for helping us out of the rain." The three of them exit them exit the cart, Puke shapeshifts to become buff. "Let's do this." The three of them start pushing on the back of the cart, but are unable to move it. "I think it's stuck in a ditch." Bonniese says. Puke flies over to the front of the cart and examines the front wheels. "Yep it's stuck in a ditch." Puke expands the muscles in his arms and struggles to lift the cart. "I think we might be here for a while guys." Puke flies back to the old man. "Don't look glum chum, we'll find a way to get the cart going again." Bonniese looks behind Puke and sees Fits in the distance. "Hey look, its Fits." Bonniese says as Puke turns around.
Puke flies towards Fits. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anything to do with us, or did you just miss little old me." Puke says sarcastically. Fits keeps walks up to Bonniese ignoring Puke. "I heard horses neighing from the distance and wanted to see what was going on."
"Well the horses bolted and were stuck here." Bonniese states. "Would you mind giving us a hand?" Fits examines the cart. "I would leave it if I were you, too much baggage and it won't get far without a horse." The old man steps forward. "But I'm a trader you see, I need this goods to make a living." Fits turns to the old man. "Maybe you should've chosen a different profession, one that wouldn't leave you in the open like this." Fits then gasps in pain placing his hand on the back of his neck. "Are you ok?" Bonniese asks walking over to him. Fits looks at his hand and finds and small amount of blood on two of his fingers. "Get in the cart."
"What?" The old man asks. Fits sneers at him. "All of you in the cart, NOW!" The old man steps forward. "Boy, what are you ta…" Before the old man could finish his question, a sword emerges from the ground and stabs him, Bonniese to screams in terror as candy-zombies emerge from the ground, oozing a green jelly from their eyes, noses and mouths repeating the words. "Blood, Sugar, Blood Sugar." Fits turns to Bonniese and Puke. "DON'T STAND THERE, GET IN THE FLANKING CART!" Bonniese and Puke run to the cart but are stopped by more candy-zombies that knock it over. "Get behind me now." Fits barks at them. Bonniese and Puke get behind Fits, with the two of them trembling in fear. "What do we do?" Bonniese says with fear in her tone. Fits looks to her. "Just stay behind me." Puke stands up on Bonnieses head. "Are you nuts?! There's too many of them to fight… you'll die!" To which Fits replies with an arrogant smirk. "This is how it always is."
Fits moves his cloak aside and pulls a small lever on his metallic are revealing a repeater crossbow within it, he pulls a trigger on the crossbow and rapidly fires bolts at the candy-zombies, piercing their bodies and head, knocking them down one by one until a small opening is made. "I made and opening go now!" Bonniese and Puke run past Fits and the fallen undead. "Climb one of the trees we'll be safe we'll be safe up there." Puke says shapeshifting his body to be buff and trying to fly Bonniese up. "What about Fits?" Bonniese asks. Puke looks down to see Fits continuing to fire his cross bow. "Don't worry he's got this." He says placing her on a sturdy branch. Fits disposes of seven more candy-zombies until he realizes he's out of bolts, he looks around and sees that over sixty zombies remain. "Very well then, the old fashioned way." Fits says removing his cloak, to the shock of Bonniese and Puke, revealing what was underneath. It was far too large to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was like a heap of raw iron.
Fits draws the weapon, slamming it on the ground, forming cracks on the earth, Fits widens his stance and uses his metallic hand to balance the weapon, the zombies charge at Fits, using all of his strength Fits swings the sword slicing, apart not only the undead, but nearby trees as well, destroying twenty of the remaining sixty monsters, a dozen of the zombie try to strike Fits from behind, but are quickly disposed of by another swing, the remaining twenty-eight monsters charge Fits in a last attempt to kill him, but are quickly destroyed by the sword before they could even reach him, Fits breathes a sigh of relief as he sheaths his sword.
Puke carries Bonniese down the tree and run up to Fits. "Is it over?" Bonniese ask. To which he nods yes, Puke examines the battlefield. "What could have caused all of this to happen?"
"This is why I stay away from people." Fits answers as he leaves. "This is my life, my curse." Bonniese walks up to Fits. "Wait, we want to come with you." Fits looks at her. "If you do, you'll die."
"Even if that's true, I want to help you, this life doesn't have to be a curse if you let me and Puke help you, please, let us help you." Fits looks at Bonniese then at Puke. "Fine, but if you die, it'll be your faults." Fits walks past Bonniese with her and Puke following close behind.
"My lord please forgive this interruption, but we bring dire news." A kneeling Banana Guardsman tells before a yellow skinned candy-human with a round lemon shaped head and dressed in a purple and gold robe, examining a small, red, egg shaped necklace with a randomly mixed facial structure of eyes, ears and a mouth. "Speak guardsmen." The candy-human says in a squeal like tone. "Two my guardsmen have returned from the tavern, they stated that a man in a black cloak broke the jaws of the others and just left." The lord looks at the Banana Guard, while tightly clenching his necklace. "Well this is… UNACCEPTABLE!"