Finn stares Marshall down, analysing the king as he simply glares at the hero. Marshall was not being smart or nerdy, there was no need in his opinion. In his eyes, Finn is weak and annoying, something his immortality and super strength will easily deal with. There was no need to be more like Gumball, he had enough of that candy royal to last a lifetime, even with one as long as his. So he holds his umbrella and axe ready, waiting for Finn to charge him, hoping to gain the satisfaction that Finn charged to his death. However, the hero does not shift, standing defensively with his sword clasped in both hands and against his chest, while his legs stood slightly spread and crouched, ready to spring him away from danger. His thoughts though, were anything but focused on preparing for the fight 'I have to be careful. I have to live... So I can loose to Huntress?... Heh, guess love does make you do stupid stuff'
Marshall releases a sigh of annoyance as he realises that Finn isn't going to charge him like he had hoped for, ending the release of air with a slight growl 'I can't have even the little joys can I?' He floats into the air by a few centimetres, keeping his glare firmly locked onto Finn's determined blue eyes. Then he launches towards Finn head first, his sudden launch having enough force that sand got flung up as he homes in on his opponent. With red axe held high above his head, Marshall Lee slams it down towards his foe. Finn squints with a slight smile, actually expecting him to do this. He sidesteps to the left, out of the way of the deadly weapon as he as it slams into the sand, all the while watching passively at Marshall's angered expression.
A massive shockwave ripples out, blasting a wave of the yellow stones out in all directions from the axe as it creates another crater in the arena. The small sharp stones propel out like shrapnel, so when they hit Finn's legs they immediately shred his unprotected lower limbs. But Finn barely reacts, only flinching a little at the pain as a hundred shallow scratches bleed on his legs. He instead focuses on countering, what he promptly does. He lets his right robot hand off his blade, and swings it for Marshall's face, twisting his entire body into it. His fist collides with the cold grey flesh of Marshall's cheek, forcing the vampire's head to snap to the side as momentum propels it. It was safe to say the royal wasn't expecting a punch from someone wielding a sword, and was rightfully stunned.
As the royal doesn't counter, too busy recovering from the blow, it allows Finn to follow up with another attack, creating a deadly combo move. He continues with his body twist, doing a full one-eighty with his back to the vampire, freezing, then bringing it back around with his sword clutched in his left flesh hand. He lashes his blade out at Marshall's axe arm, the sword cutting into the flesh like butter, then appearing on the other side of the limb, severing it completely off the now retreating royal just above the elbow. The limb falls limp, yet the hand remains gripped like a vice around the axes handle, as both the severed limb and what remains attached to Marshall squirt out black, oily blood.
Marshall releases a muffled scream, biting his lip as he fumbles to clutch his severe injury, while also holding his umbrella at the same time. He snaps his head up with a cry of vengeance roaring inside him as he glares at the human boy. Or his foot at least. Finn boots him in the face, snapping Marshall's head backwards before rag dolling the vampire away from the hero. He hits the ground on his back head first before rolling over once onto his stomach as he flicks up more sand. The sun immediately starts to burn the king, making him scurry to lunge onto his umbrella, then fling it up to protect him as he hides underneath it scrunched up as possible. He sighs in relief as the pain leaves him, his wounds quickly regenerating, except his missing arm, that will take a minute. His eyes tighten in rage 'I won't let him beat him again!' He scrambles up, staring at Finn has he goes on the offensive.
Finn holds his sword tight as he rushes at the royal sword first. The vampire counter charges, umbrella just being able to cover him in shade as he sprints madly at Finn, his eyes blood red in rage. At the last second he throws his umbrella up and shifts his nails to be become long, sharp weapons before slashing back down at the hero's face. Finn grits his teeth, skidding on his feet, and swings his blade upwards to counter. The sharp nails and blessed blade smash mid air, Finn's sword making short work of the hazards as they fly off and into the air, giving a extreme nail trimming to the extreme nails. Marshall Lee's expression develops even further into rage as his attack fails, and he lifts a leg and boots Finn with all he pent up anger.
Finn had no time to counter due to him still recovering from swinging, and the royal's foot slams into his stomach. His body bends over it as spit flies from his mouth as his eyes widen in surprise and pain. He flies off the foot, flipping in the air before hitting the sand hard, still rolling a few times as sand goes flying. Eventually Finn slides to a halt but does not move, laying face down in the prickly sand as he gasps, re-gathering his breath, the attack winding him. Eventually he coughs some more spit flying out his mouth, and shakily starts to push himself up, struggling as his body recovers. He firmly plants his blade into the sand, then pulls himself to a stand using it, grimaces as pain shoots through his core. He eyes Marshall as he floats in the air, holding his umbrella once more as his arm wound finishes regenerating, the vampire wiggling his newly regenerated fingers. "You should just give up Finn. You can't beat me."
"Nope." Finn says with a grin, standing up tall and yanking his sword out of the sand, already recovered from being winded. Marshall Lee just frowns, 'Great, now this will last even longer... Oh well, I guess I get to beat him' Marshall Lee goes invisible. Immediately Finn panics, the expression clear on his face as he slowly begins backing it up, his head snapping around at the environment with his sword held close to his chest, desperately trying to locate the vampire king. He suddenly gets booted in back so hard that he goes airborne for a second, before falling hard into the sand floor. He releases a grunt of pain, but he quickly does a log roll. The moment he does so a massive crater forms right where he landed, sand going flying in the air before coming back down and covering the hero.
He slashes his sword wildly at the air surrounding the crater, his only reward for his frantic effort was a hiss and a drop of ink on his blade. He starts to breathe heavily, scrambling to a rise once more 'Man invisibility should be cheating! Not that it matters, I just need a way to beat it!' He looks around, hoping to find some shimmer, some footsteps in the sand, something that will tell him where the anti-human was 'There is absolutely nothing! How do I beat this?!... If there's no way to detect him...' He suddenly halts his panic search, and stabs the ground at a angle, his demonic sword going deep into the sand. 'Then I will create a way!' He spins violently with his sword still in the ground, his actions flinging up a spiral wave of sand into the air.
The yellow stones lash out, most missing anything and hitting the floor, bouncing once or twice. But some hit something, the proof being a massive person-width dent in the wave of sand. Finn immediately locks onto it with a glare, harshly pulling his sword free from the sand, and lashes out savagely. His blade definitely hit something alright, his sword getting jammed, and a second later reveals it was stuck in the hip of Marshall Lee as his invisibility fails. He grunts in pain and clutches the wound. Finn moves quickly, yanking his blade free of the undead flesh then swiping it at Marshall's stomach. The sword goes through him like it was nothing, digging halfway into his gut and gliding through him, gutting him like a fish.
Marshall immediately flies away, the pain proving too much for the royal as he flies high into the air, eyes closed as he grasps his latest wounds, trying to stop his undead guts from slipping out. His regenerative powers quickly kick in, and after a few seconds lets go of his wounds, now staring into Finn's eyes with such hate that it would make the night-o-sphere look like a place of happiness and sunshine compared to it '... wait... Night-o-sphere?...' Marshall stares at the blade resting within Finn's hands 'Don't tell me!' "Why does that blade do so much damage?!" He demands, harshly pointing at the sword.
"It was blessed..." Finn says awkwardly, knowing that the full truth would only cause more trouble for himself.
Marshall squints with barely kept anger, glaring at Finn 'Yeah, but who blessed it prick?!... No need to tell me, fucking mum!' He grips his axe and umbrella tightly, 'Can't you stay out of my life?! Can you give me privacy?!' He raves in his head at his mommy issues, before his mind eventually snaps, releasing a roar of deep anger before lunging out at Finn. He slams his axe downwards, hoping to slice the boy in half. The hero evades back just in the nick of time, the axe slamming down between his feet. Finn retaliates quickly, slashing his sword out and down, striking the vampires shoulder. However, Marshall was so lost in anger that he doesn't even flinch. He head-butts Finn, sending him stumbling away from the king. Marshall whips his red axe up with sand trailing behind it, then lashes it out at Finn.
The hero takes a step back, allowing the weapon to violently slash the air in front of him before jumping at the royal. He rears his robot arm back with sword in hand, before jabbing it out and impaling Marshall Lee's chest, just barely missing the vampires heart. Marshall reaction was instantaneous as he lets go of his axe and letting it fall into the sound and create a tiny cloud of sand as his hand shoots up to clutch Finn's blade. In his blind rampage he just grabs the weapon without a care in the world, and tries crushing the blade. He forgot that both sides of the blade are sharp, and when his fingers and thumb wrap around the sharp edges and squeeze, they simply didn't stand a chance against the enchanted blade. They fall off his hand with a splurt of black blood before his hyper regeneration seals the wound up and begins healing it.
Finn knew he had to do something against Marshall before he could think of a new way of harming the hero. He darts his eyes around, finding nothing in the area that could help him, causing him to sigh. He grunts with effort, more sweat forming on his head as he lifts the vampire up, up above his head, then slams him back down. The vampire hits the sand hard, propelled by both gravity and Finn's strength, and causes another small cloud of sand to rise up from the ground, letting go of his umbrella. Finn stands above the flailing vampire as the sun cooks his now unprotected flesh, then pushes his weight down on his blade. It sinks a few inches further into the royal, then the sand beneath him, pinning him to the ground. Marshall continues to thrash, before he bites through the pain, his burning eyes darting around erratically until they find a way to save him. He finds his black umbrella lying calmly to the side.
He lashes out for it, his chest tearing slightly open on Finn's blade as the burnt flesh tears easily. He wraps his black, crumbling fingers around the umbrella, then swings it above him. He immediately gets his much needed shade, and just as immediately gets Finn to attack. The hero grips the handle and yanks viscously, trying to pry it out of the undead hand. It was a test of strength between a hero and a vampire king. They both grunt with effort, Finn standing a solid chance of winning with the majority of Marshall Lee's muscles being now black and burnt. Yet, try as he might, the hero can not remove Marshall's most important asset. Marshall quickly regenerates, his black skin slowly becoming grey once more as he regains more muscles and senses, and scowls at the hero.
Finn immediately hops off, yanking his sword free in his retreat. And just in time too, as Marshall's sharp claws eviscerate the air where his face just was. The vampire quickly flips himself up with enough energy and force that he goes into the air before staying there, floating up and away from Finn as he lays lazily on his back, resting on a nothing as he regenerates his burn wounds. Finn sighs and looks at the yellow floor 'This is going to take some time...' As he turns his head back up, he spots Marshall's axe still resting on the sand, causing him To grin. The vampire king quickly realises his ignorance, his eyes going wide before he swiftly flips around, shooting towards his discarded weapon head first. Finn quickly kicks the weapon just as Marshall reaches his hand out for it, making the king instead face plant the ground, creating a small sand cloud on impact as his body carries on for a meter or two.
The weapon goes flying, before hitting the sand and scrapping across the sharp stones with a loud scratching noise. Marshall raises his head out of the sand with some falling off his face and hair, eyes wide as he stares at his favourite instrument and weapon slowly slides to halt. He slowly turns his head to Finn, his face twisting into one of uncaged rage as his face, before rapidly developing into one of a demon, his long serpentine tongue come slithering out his mouth, his eyes blood red. A terrifying roar of rage blasts out his mouth, echoing inside the heads of everyone who had the tragedy of hearing the dreadful noise. Royals cover their ears, trying their hardest to block the roar that assaulted their weak, innocent senses. It was so bad that even the hardened warriors that made up the kingdom shiver in fear at its harrowing noise pollutes the air. Finn just winces. And stabs Marshall in the face.
The fight between Cake, Huntress and Winter Wraith was momentarily put on hold, everyone snapping their heads to stare at the nightmare fuel that was Marshall's roar, except Cake, who was withering on the floor. Her hypersensitive ears that she had boasted about proving to have a bad side, amplifying the painful screech by a hundred. Huntress just stares at Marshall with her hands on her ears, calmly staring at him as Finn impales his head on his demon blade. "Thank you Finn." She says aloud, despite knowing that Finn couldn't hear her. She spins on one leg and casual looks down at Cake, who was lying gasping on the floor. She blinks, and all five arrows rocket out her quiver, flying high into the air before slowing to a halt, gradually spinning their arrow heads down due to gravity, and falls once more.
They plummet towards Cake, gaining speed and deadliness. The enlarged cat who had her eyes closed as she recovers, had yet to notice the incoming danger. She peeks one eye open, the bright light from the day star blinding her, causing her to look up to escape its wrath. And she sees three black dots heading straight for her. Her fighting instincts immediately activate, and she shrinks as small as possible. The arrows smash into the ground all around her, sending her flying up into the air while riding a single grain of sand. The five arrows create a small cloud of sand upon piercing the ground, making Huntress loose sight of Cake. She squints, hunting for Cake's small form among the tiny stones.
Suddenly Cake springs out meters away, growing rapidly in size in front of Winter Wraith. She flies out at the summon fist first, her enlarged fist striking her directly in her skeletal face. The sheer force behind the blow was so strong that it sends them both into the air for a second before they fall back to the ground. Cake lands on her feet as cats always do, her hands still up in a fighting stance as Winter Wraith slams into the ground. A massive explosion of sand erupts out, WW landing on her back so hard that the ground shakes as if suffering a earthquake. Her limbs fall limply by her side, the move proving to be a finisher as her head rocks onto its side into the sand. Cake smirks, and spins to face Huntress. She finds five arrows awaiting her. She doesn't have time to react, the weapon's of a the huntress plunges into her chest. She coughs blood, clutching at the wounds as she stumbles back in pain. She may be incredibly large what causes the arrows to become simple large thorn pricks, but Huntress's attacks definitely don't lack power, that she can personally confirm.
Huntress rips them out of Cake with magic, bringing a trail of blood out with the arrows, then shoots them towards Cake once more. The cat expected this however, and quickly shrinks, becoming one with the tiny sharp stone again. The arrows continue to shoot through where she was just mere moments ago, but Huntress quickly halts them and brings them back to her. She searches the ground tactically, first searching where Cake shrunk, then slowly making a path towards herself. Until she spots her right between her feet. She leans backwards just as a fist rockets at her face, Cake giving a cry with her attack as she grows. Huntress uses her momentum of leaning back to bring her foot up and boot Cake in the face, cutting her enlargement short as she doesn't miss like her foe. Cake releases a feminine grunt of pain as her head violently snaps backwards before her regular sized body goes flying backwards and sprawling into the sand.
Huntress doesn't relent in her attacks, savagely bringing her arrows down onto Cake. The cat log rolls away, the arrows attempting to follow her pierce the sand one by one, creating a dotted line tracking the cat. Cake scrambles up after the fifth arrow, and lashes her claws out. Huntress back steps, allowing the claws to just barely graze by her stomach, before unleashing retribution for her fallen comrade. She kicks Cake in the face, sending the woman on her back once more as she groans in pain. Huntress leaps onto of her and starts wailing on her face, her head snapping from side to side with every punch. With Huntress ninety percent sure Cake is suffering concussion, she grips her new skinning knife from her belt. She swiftly lifts it high, then slams it down on Cake. The feline sees the blade despite her blurry double vision, and shrinks.
The blade slams into empty sand, just missing the tiny Cake. Huntress Wizard grunts as she flashes her teeth in rage and with annoyance yanks the blade up. She immediately scans the sand at her feet again, slowly backing away 'Shrinking should be considered cheating' She angrily thinks yet not revealing the emotion to the world, remaining calm before activating her Huntress vision and calling her arrows to hover over her head. Huntress vision won't do much, but it will help her in her endeavour of finding the 'needle in a hay stack'. Cake cowers behind a grain of sand, not making a move against the Huntress, not while she was so injured. As boastful as it sounds, she is smarter than Fionna. She isn't going to rush against Huntress when she has kicked her butt more than once. She needs to be smart. She releases a deep sigh, and sticks her hands in the ground palms up. And grows.
Huntress continues to scan the environment, her eyes sweeping across the yellow sands, their lack of noticeable features turning them into a blur. Out of nowhere a massive cloud of sand erupts from the ground, the form of Cake flicking her arms up being just barely visible through it all. Huntress is just able to bring her cape up to protect her eyes and face as the tall wave of sand collides into her. She is immediately swept away by the sand as she falls onto her back, forcefully carried a few meters. She rises coughing, sand shredding her throat as she snaps her gaze up. Finding a giant cat coloured morning star flying towards her. She leaps out of harms way as the arms turned mace smashes the ground, another wave of sand covering her.
She springs up out of the sand what causes it to go flying, and spinning around to launch her arrows before Cake could continue to pound her. All five of her arrows shoot from their fallen positions on the floor, the sand attack having made Huntress loose focus and drop them, and they shoot towards their target. Cake shrinks down to her normal size with panic on her face, allowing the arrows to fly harmlessly over her. She tracks them fly by when the arrows suddenly halt mid air, swiftly turn 180 degrees, and come back for her. "Oh come on!" Cake shouts throwing her arms up, before becoming incredibly thin at the very last second. The arrows miss, shooting on by without placing a single scratch on the cat again. Cake laughs as she wiggles her thin pole body mockingly at Huntress, not that she could see the wizard, losing focus and not taking the fight seriously anymore.
She turns around with a cocky smile. To find talons spread wide open. She only screams in shock before the air is squeezed out of her by the giant feet as they aggressively crush her form 'WHAT!... Oh, I forgot she could do that' Cake spins her head to look at the giant bird Huntress had become, "Let me go bird brain!" She shouts, her answer was her becoming a living stress ball. Her body making noises of rubbery friction and groaning with protest as the giant claws tightly squeeze the life out of her, as if they were giant snakes choking their prey.
Huntress was in her giant bird form, similar to the size and build Morrow/Evening, and she was indeed a relative of their species. Her plan was simple, crush the life out of Cake as she literally watches over Finn, ready to dive to his safety. Cake growls within her grip, and slowly wriggles free her right paw between the gap of her two talons. Once the thin limb is free, she balloons it, suddenly making it extremely large. With very sharp claws. She swipes at Huntress's chest, leaving four large cuts on her. She screeches in pain, halting mid-air, then dives. The sudden change in motions nauseating Cake, her focus temporarily shattered as they fall towards the earth. Huntress however just keeps her gaze locked onto the ground.
Then, just as she is about to hit the floor, she extends her wings to their full length. They decent stops harshly, the action flipping the stomach of Cake as she barely holds her last meal in. But that was the least of her concerns. Huntress uses the last of the momentum from the fall to speed herself forward, doing loops around the arena at high speed just above the ground. Then she slams her claws down. They smash into the sand, getting completely enveloped the small sharp rock. With Cake inside. The feline quickly learns what it is like to swim in grater, as hundreds of pieces of sand shred her body. Her skin instantly gets torn, covering her in bleeding, yet shallow cuts. Yet if she was to remain in there for much long then she'll be quickly grinded down until 'death'.
Huntress winces. Cake may be getting obliterated, but the majority of her was getting protected by the claw grasped around her. What meant the majority of the boiling hot desert sand's wrath was on Huntress's foot. Like it or not, she'll have to pull up soon, or risk losing her leg. And the bleeding slash wound wasn't helping either as her wings begin to sag. With a grunt she yanks her foot out of the ground, a bleeding Cake held within. Cake's retribution for the torment she just endured was instantaneous. She quickly grows her mouth to double her normal size and savagely bites the equally injured foot. Huntress squawks in pain once more, letting go off Cake completely, but the feline doesn't. She bites down harder on the foot as she hangs by her mouth, feet just barely avoiding to be dragged across the desert floor. She draws blood, her teeth slicing through the flesh with ease. Huntress grimaces at the feeling of 'hard meat not get eat' not applying... she was hard meat right?...
She dives bomb into the ground feet first, smashing Cake into the sand once more. Of course, the feline remembers what happened only a moment's ago and quickly lets go off the giant bird. She slides across the sand, flinging it up as a cloud behind her as it cuts her up some more. Huntress immediately returns back to her normal form, falling from the sky and hitting the ground harshly. A grunt of pain escapes her mouth as her eyes go wide, her body bouncing once off the sand. She hits the floor a second time but she sticks her left arm in the sand, using it to slow herself down. The drag friction makes her spin around completely, her now scratched hand acting as a pivot. She glares at Cake as the feline rises out the sand to do the same. Huntress rises onto her legs, and just barely holds back from flinching as pain shoots up from her foot 'Oh you're so going to pay Cake...' She thinks, her magic surging through her body 'She thinks she can bite me?! I'm hard meat! Hard meat don't get eat!'
Meanwhile, Gumball takes a nice, calm stroll through the forest that the duo calls home. He could not get entrance to their home, and was currently searching for other possible entrance or secrets. He steps clear over a log, after the incident at the door... he was having trust issues, and was not trusting a single thing related to nature. He was still covered in splinters that were making him flinch with every big movement he attempts, making him walk kinda like a robot would 'A robot?' He thinks to himself, 'maybe I should make one of myself, use it to run the kingdom while I date Fionna...' He flinches at another prick 'Ow... had worse when I was younger though... man did humanity mess the world up, those were crazy times back then. Still, I would love to see their technical wonders before their silly war' He steps over flowers, avoiding touching even those.
And that's when he hears a pained moan.
He freezes up, coming a living statue, before snapping his head at the epicentre of the noise. It came from deeper within the forest, where? He could not see, too many trees obscuring his vision. He hears it again, and now that he was focusing on it he could tell it was female 'A women in distress? Seriously? How idiotic do they think we are?' "Ha! Your trap won't get me Finn!" He boastfully shouts. After suffering so many defeats from the duo, a single victory is all it takes to fill him with pride. With that he turns away happily, continuing his search for the duo's secrets.
"Is that someone?! PLEASE HELP!" The scream for salvation echoes throughout the forest. Gumball whistles as he strolls away, so stubbornly thinking that he is always correct that he doesn't second guess his conclusion. "CALL FIONNA! PLEASE!" Gumball stops at that 'This was a trap for Fionna? Was it set up for her return from the fight? Or to lure her away while they escape when I send her to bring them down?' Anger envelopes him at the mere thought of them going for the his Fionna, totally ignoring the fact that he had sent the very same girl against them and then just left her. Then, the girl enters his mind '... Fionna...' He slowly turns his gaze back to the cries, what have now lowered to pitiful sobs, the woman's hope being shattered so quickly after being restored destroying the poor soul of the desperate woman 'She would walk into a trap to save someone, if I do this... then I shall secure her affection!... Besides, what scientist doesn't consider alternative outcomes?'
He spins around, walking towards the stream of sad noises for personal gain. And encounters a boar lying on its side. Turns out, Gumball had just walked upon its territory. It squeals, swiftly scrambling onto its four legs before charging the prince. Gumball stretches out his hand in a pathetic attempt to stop the pig, his splintered and slightly squished face being enveloped completely in fear. It smashes into his legs, sweeping him off his feet and into the air. Gumball screams as he flips in the air, before face planting into the dirty, muddy floor of the forest. He lifts his head, twigs and mud sticking to his face, before the Prince suddenly clenches his fist and slams the ground in anger. "Glob dam it!"
A snort snaps him out of his rage, his eyes going wide. He snaps his head behind him, staring fearfully at the boar. It was glaring at him, head slightly lowered as it drags its front paw on the ground menacingly. Gumball wastes no time, scrambling onto his feet he pegs it as fast as he can, dirt getting flung up behind him and splattering the pig. Not that it cares, it was a wild creature after all, just glad that the creature was off its territory. Gumball doesn't look back as he runs, his breathing heavy and deep, his eyes wide as they scan for danger as he unknowingly heads towards the woman in distress. He gets slapped by braches that cover him in scratches, trips on roots that bruise him, snagging himself on broken wood and shredding his clothes.
He bursts through another bush, the plant's tiny, weak branches ensnaring his foot and tripping him up. He screams and face plants in the dirt once more. He groans sorrowfully into the mud, losing the will to continue. Until he hears a gasp. He slowly raises his head, fatigue draining him of his energy. He sluggishly turns scans the area, trying to find the one who made the noise. And finds a woman in iron amour encaged in vines to a tree. His eyes widen in fear 'vines! Not more vines!' "Pleases help me..." She quietly calls to him, her eyes closed weakly and filled with tears. He panics and crawls away on his back, eyes locked on the wrapped up woman. Then catches himself in his own act. His breath gets stuck in his throat as his eyes remain wide open, before he releases it in a sigh and gently closes his eyes. He breathes slowly, attempting to calm himself down.
He releases another, though much deeper, sigh. Then he places his arms on the ground and shakily pushes himself up, then trudges towards the tied up warrior girl. He grips the vines lightly, and flinches, squeezing his eyes tight as he braces for retribution. Nothing happens. After a few seconds of frozen fears, he sighs, opens his eyes and stares at the vines. With a huge grin, his grips tightens around the plants and then he begins yanking on them, rapidly tearing them away from the woman 'These vines aren't dangerous! You can't do anything against me Huntress Wizard! Take that you vines!' With a grunt of effort he pulls another vine away, what proves to be the last one needed as the weight of the woman overcomes the plants.
She falls free from the tree, the last of the vines that were holding her up accompanying her on her downfall. She, like Gumball, falls face first into the dirt of the forest floor. The candy prince quickly rushes to her aid, placing his hands on her shoulders and begins assisting her to her feet, letting off grunts of struggles as he lifts the weight of the iron armour. She quickly comes to a wobbly stand, hyperventilating a little bit. Gumball hurriedly waves his pink hand in front of the warrior, staring into her eyes as the fail to track his movements. He sighs and looks at the ground as he thinks for a solution for his current predicament. He quickly looks back up with a answer in hand, and grasp the startled warrior's helmet, before gently pulling it off and carelessly dropping it on the floor.
'Glob, forgive me for hitting a woman' He arches his hand back, and slaps the woman in the face hard. Immediately the woman releases a startled scream, her head snapping to the side it was so harsh, but it did the job. The warrior stares wide eyed at Gumball's, the sting of the slap returning her senses to her. "Sorry about that, you were starting to panic and weren't responding to stimulation... What to be honest I can totally understand in this forest." He his entire body spikes with pain as he utters those words, his injuries reminding him of their existence and the trouble he was in.
He looks around for more said danger, but it seems they were in the clear, much to his relief 'Should of checked that first really' He looks the warrior dead in the eyes, "What happened?"
"I... I was making my way to the tournament, for the plan to take down Finn... but I met him here... He... beat me, then his female friend, Huntress, she tied me to this tree." She shivers as the memories return, the hours she spent stuck in the sun, stuck being helpless. "She was just going to leave me, but then Finn... he persuaded her to put a timer on the vines, to slowly weaken over time instead." Gumball's eyebrows furrow in confusion at Finn's actions 'What is his game? Was she meant to speak to us about her ordeal to intimidate us?... Oh well, what I can take away from this is that by the way he ordered Huntress around I can tell that Finn is indeed the leader, so I did make the right call in targeting him'
"I see... It is... unfortunate that you encountered the duo, but it makes me wonder why they were so defensive about this are in particular?... Did they say anything else?" He asks curiously while giving the environment another do over with his eyes, only this time with much more scrutiny as he scans for imperfections or seems that could lead to their secret.
"Only the cliché 'don't follow us' threat... or go to their home." Gumball flinches at hearing that, still feeling the unrelenting pain dominating his back from the aggressive launch from the vines. "... but what do we do now? Why are you even out here?"
"I'm out here trying to get inside their house, but I met... complications. My friend is injured and I'm waiting for my assistant to let me know he has support..." He points at his phone resting on his hip, the once pink communication device is now covered in a thick layer of mud and scratches that dot the surface, "... As what to do now..." He bites his lip, thinking heavily about the situation as he always does 'Plan! I need a plan!... The Evening is injured, and like it or not, Butterscotch is taking too long, so it's time to get him help myself... and I don't like this place. "We're leaving, heading straight back to the candy kingdom." The warrior's eyes well up with tears once more, but this time of joy, "So the priority is to get the heck out of this place."
They both look into the forest, into the maze of trees and plants, filled with roaming animals and deadly flying birds. And that's not mentioning the traps set by the evil duo most probably littering the place. "You can go first." Gumball says, giving the poorly equipped woman a gentle push forward, but she bows instead, extending a arm towards the forest.
"Royals lead the way for civilisation."
"Yes, but ladies first."
"But men just before" You don't want to know how long they argued as to who's to become the meat shield.
Back in the warrior kingdom, a pair of eyelids open weakly before slamming shut again as a bright light burns the eyes, the owner of them groaning out in pain. They turn their head to the side, out of the light and attempts to open them once more. What they see is a blurry double vision of a room filled with beds, almost all of which having some blob of colour atop them. Suddenly, the eye's owner lunges her head over the edge of the bed and threw up yellow sick. Fionna was awake. Immediately someone rushes to her side as she groans weakly, bringing a numb hand to her head as her brain threatens to explode. It slowly dissipates however, and her vision slowly corrects it self, the world no longer being blobs of colours mashed together.
Soon her vision corrects itself completely, and the headache is nothing more but a hot spot on her forehead, much to her relief as she sighs before looking at the stranger who had ran to her side and was now standing passively at the foot end. It was Doctor Prince. His usual thick orange sweater gone, most probably due to the deadly desert heat, and he wore a look of concern as he scribbles onto a notepad, before hurriedly handing her a glass of crystal clear chilled water from a tray on the floor behind him. She immediately grabs it with both hands, and hurriedly takes a mouthful of the liquid before swishing it around her mouth, desperate to purge the acrid taste of vomit from her mouth. Doctor Prince quickly spins around again and leans as he grabs something, heaving in effort as he swiftly turns around, presenting Fionna with a black bucket filled with bubbly water. She puckers her lips, then launches the water from her mouth in a stream.
Doctor Prince hurriedly moves the spit bucket to the foot end of her bed, knowing the sight of it can make some patients... unwell... before focusing his attention solely the downed heroine. Fionna looks nervously down at the water, unsure what to do with it, and looks at doctor prince for- "Yes you can drink it. Didn't think I need to say that. Especially since you've been out in that sun all this time." He says sternly, almost ordering her to drink the rest of the water. The girl chuckles nervously, quickly bringing the cold drink up to her mouth with both hands and takes a sip of it, hoping to prolong the drink to keep a embarrassing conversation away. However the sip literally wets her appetite, the liquid going down her dry throat immediately reminding her how dehydrated she had become, and immediately starts downing the water like a shot of alcohol.
The last few drops disappear behind her lips, and she quickly brings the glass down onto her lap before bringing a arm backup to wipe away any remaining water of her lips with her forearm. So absorbed on the tasks of drinking the water and cleaning up, Fionna had failed to notice that Doctor Prince was scribbling away in his notepad, his pencil making that pencil grinding noise as it glides across the paper, all the while muttering the notes to himself, "Patient is thirsty, was sick upon waking up, and showed signs of confusion..." He continues to inscribe her condition down in front of the girl, making her tap a finger against the glass cup in her hands nervously, giving the room a look over.
It was a large, rectangle room made of sand stone, filled to the brim with beds, her's being situated at the end by a lone door. But the thing that got her attention the most was the scary fact that over half had people either laying unconscious or unstably on them, and that was saying a lot since that had to over a hundred beds. Many were the normal knights, those who didn't know how to fight, those who entrusted their safety to her. And she had let them down. However, one figure stuck out the most: Muscle Prince. The usually tall, strong man who muscles could get even Fionna's attention was sitting scrunched over, looking dejectedly at his own legs as his arms hang limply at his side 'Wait... When did he go down? Actually, was he in the fight at all?!'
"Hey, MP!" The Prince jumps in his bed at the sound of his name being called, before he turns his head slightly towards her, too ashamed to show his face properly. "What happened to you man?" She asks curiously, not understanding that it was probably not best to prod a mans wounded pride due to her child naivety.
"I..." His whole body tenses up, muscles bulging, before he sighs dejectedly, his body going limp again as his gaze falls to the floor between them. "I... was taken out at the start."
"Whaaaat! Dude! What happened!" Causing him to shuffle uncomfortably.
"Well... The fight had just begun, and we turned to face Finn." He pauses nervously, "And we all charged him. I was at the back of the group, when a loud thump comes from behind me. I turn around, but blue just fills my vision before I just blacked out... I then woke up here." He finishes weakly, gesturing to the room.
"That was Ice Queen's summon doing, that was one of her attacks." She says bitterly, hissing slightly spite as she pronounces the royal's name, before groaning with annoyance and slammer her arms into her legs in anger, "In fact! If she hadn't done that then Finn would be defeated and currently be spilling his evil plans!" She shouts and squeezing her eyes shut tight in rage, before she releases a humph, folding her arms as she thinks up a storm of insults in her head over not winning. Then remembers why she was defeated. Finn. He-
"Happy birthday by the way, I got you this flower." Doctor Prince suddenly blurts out, startling the girl as he hands a red flower to her. Confused she grabs it and examines it.
"Thanks." She forgot that was today. Suddenly all around her came mutters and half cries of celebration of the day she was found in the woods. She laughs nervously as a massive blush of embarrassment turns her bright red, bringing a hand to her head she replies awkwardly, "Thanks guys..." Quick to focus her thoughts elsewhere, she places the flower into the glass cup and placing that on the edge of her bed.
After a second of recovery, she goes back to her original train of thoughts. Finn... he defeated her. He murdered her. She blinks, her eyes going wide as she suffers from a bit of trauma 'If this was the real deal, I would be dead' She shivers in her bed, what gets a look of concern from Doctor Prince as he stops helping another patient before she waves his concerns away. He won. He defeated her. She lost. Only now does the magnitude difference between her and Finn's levels hit her. He took her on, he took a small army on. Then the blood drains from her face 'He was victorious, evil was victorious, I died, the people lost hope, the people were slain, I failed to protect everyone' She sighs, shaking in fear 'I will have to fight him again. Can I win?' She has a flashback to the moment of her death.
The blade piercing her chest, the sheer terror that coursed through her body, the blood spilling from her body. How her spirit was shattered, the look of fear that everyone, both the crowd and the warriors, who all entrust their safety to her, fell into despair.
She shakes her head, breath shakily. On this day: Finn had defeated her, evil was victorious, she is now suffering from something, the people have probably lost hope in her. She closes her eyes, fear overwhelming her as she sees Finn's face before her murder was ingrained into her mind, "Worst birthday ever..."
Huntress yells in rage, swinging like a sociopath with her hunting dagger, forcing the cut covered Cake on the evasive retreat as the feline constantly shape shifts her body out of harms way, slowly backing it up. Huntress was just buying time however, and her arrows come flying in from behind Cake. The feline's sensitive ears hear them as they streak towards her, releasing a high-pitched whistle as they do so. She immediately shrinks to the size of a mouse, making Huntress's eyes go wide as all five of her arrows were now heading straight for her. She quickly uses her therianthropy, changing her form into that of a green snake. The arrows fly harmlessly over her before striking the ground, sending up a splash of sand, blocking the sun a bit. The consequence was shrouding Huntress into a menacing black form, especially to the smaller Cake as she stares up with her tail between her legs.
"AHHH!" Cake screams, spinning on her feet and flicking up six grains of sand as she sprints madly, arms waving like spaghetti above her as she makes her majestic escape. Huntress hisses, and lunges out at her with jaws wide. Cake suddenly enlarges once more, and due to her size, a single, still sprinting step is all it takes to evades Huntress. HW slams her head into the ground, flinging up a pocket worth of sand as her jaws slam shut on nothing but yellow stones. Cake immediately spins around upon hearing the failure of Huntress's attack, knowing she was out of danger. She swiftly lunges out at the snake's neck before she can recover, her head remaining semi buried in sand. Her paws wrap tightly around her slim body and squeezes hard, before yanking her into the air.
"Ha! Not so tough now that you're not the big one, are you?!" Cake says after laughing, swinging her arm up high above her head with Huntress in hand. She snaps her arm back down to the ground, smashing Huntress into the sand as if she was a whip. She lifts her arm up again, planning to repeat the move, hoping the sudden motion changes would scramble the huntress's mind to prevent retribution. Her arm swings above her head. Then it becomes very heavy. She looks up afraid. She finds her hand around the throat of normal Huntress glaring at her. She goes to scream, she goes to let go, she goes to stretch away. She doesn't get to. Huntress flips forwards, her larger neck making Cake loose her grip on her, and double foot boot her in the stomach.
Cake gags and her eyes go wide in pain, getting winded by the blow, before she crashes into the ground harshly. Sand gets flung, creating clouds of yellow around her as momentum makes her skid across the harsh, sharp surface. A hundred more cuts gets added to covering her body, all the wounds bleeding so much that the majority of her was now a sickening blood red. She coughs, her wounded body struggling to recover from the latest blow. Huntress limps towards Cake, the wound in her foot getting worse by the second, amplified by the sand getting in. She summons all five of her arrows to her, making them hover above her head. Then she halts a few meters away, out of Cake related danger. She survived this long by being smart, not looking cool or getting close to her foes unnecessarily to gloat her victory. She'll stay in the safe zone. She launches her arrows.
And Cake disappears. Huntress's arrows smashes uselessly into the ground, piercing into the sand and standing erect there as their original target goes missing. Huntress blinks in surprise, and immediately got into a stance 'She shrunk' She activates her huntress vision, scanning the ground to find the missing feline, attempting a almost impossible task. But no one can survive from being hunted by Huntress Wizard, and her gaze sweeps across the yellow ground as she hunts for her prey.
She finds the Cat exactly where she was laying, the cat making zero progress in escaping except getting onto her feet and resting her hands on her legs as she bends over, panting with strain as her legs tremble and buckle. She immediately goes to summon her arrows yet sends most back to her quiver, ordering only one of them to end Cake's life, keeping the others near encase this was a trick. She launches the arrow.
Then she hears a slight cracking sound, and feels a sudden existence of magic. Then her enhanced vision gets filled with blue as a sudden chill in the air snaps at her skin.
Huntress immediately backflips as ice expands to where she just was. She lands on her feet, grimacing as the wounds on her foot and chest roar at her with spikes of pain, making her legs buckle a bit. But she had other things to focus on. She snaps back to the large block ice now sitting on the desert floor. And discovers that epicentre of the spell was where Cake shrank. She quickly hobbles to it, smushing her face against the blue block and places her hands around her eyes to block the sun as she attempts to peer inside. Sure enough, in the heart of all the frozen water was Cake, back to her normal size and standing straight up, her feet a few inches of the ground. So was her arrow, lodge half way between her and the cat popsicle. Cake was sleeping unconscious inside, so she was 'killed', out of the game. Huntress leans away from the block, returning to stand up straight 'Then all that remains is Marshall Lee...'
She steps back to get the full scale of the block of ice. It was a giant cube, it had to have a perimeter that was around three meters '... and whoever made this' She starts to walk right, going around the cube 'And I know who' She halts at the edge of the cube, and leans her back against it. Then she shuffles along, twisting her head to peek around the edge. Winter Wraith lays on her side against the sand floor, both hands slightly raised and aiming at the cube. But her head was looking at Huntress. Immediately HW does a log roll on the cube, away from the edge and into the centre of the ice prison, planning to use it as cover. She quickly summons one of her four remaining arrows from her quiver.
She slowly shuffles to the left, going around the other side of the cube, her movement making no noise despite the floor being made of materials she usually doesn't see, let alone sneak on. However, despite this not being her domain, she achieves it. She sneaks along the second face of the cube, and tightly presses herself against it. She holds her arrow in her hand, trying to mask any magic tracking the summon might have. She peaks around again. Winter Wraith was still staring at her. She flips back into the cube, this time facing the giant frozen object. Wasting no time, she brings her arms to her chest, hands facing out 'If I can't sneak...' She springs them up, jumping a little as her hands grip the top of the cube 'Then I will have to be smart' She thinks plainly, suddenly pulling herself up with haste. Despite the slippery materials her hands were on, she easily pulls herself up, putting so much force into it that she goes above it a little bit. She crouches, her feet neatly coming to rest on top of the cube.
Huntress levitates a arrow, as she frog leaps off the top of the ice. Arrow floating above her head, she targets her foe. Who was tapping the sand next to her with her skeletal hand non threateningly. Huntress launches her arrow above her head before she can react. It flies towards the face of Winter Wraith. She quickly focuses her magic on the arrow and shoves it down, sending it earthbound. It rockets straight into the sand below her head, flicking a small amount up of sand as it does so.
Much to the respect of Winter Wraith, she doesn't react to the near death encounter, nor to the burning hot sand that gets flicked up onto its slightly cracked head, sizzling as it melts her head a little. Huntress lands in the sand in a squat position, fingertips touching the ground in front of her to stop her from toppling over. She squints at Winter Wraith, analysing her for alternative motives. She eventually stands, and walks cautiously over to her. "I thought you were dead?" She ask, causing the summon to just simply shrug, before flipping off its side and onto its back. "We need to help Finn." Huntress says sternly, as if almost ordering Winter Wraith to help save the saviour. The summon lifts its hand, pointing at something. Curiously, Huntress follows the finger's direction. And finds the exit gate. "You're goanna leave?" She says plainly, no emotion.
"Yes." She then brings her finger back, then taps her other hand wrist, much to Huntress's confusion. She then brings it up to her slightly cracked head. Huntress focus on where she is pointing, and finds she was pointing directly at a crack. That was slowly mending '... Oh! She'll leave in a bit when her wounds heal' "Well I'm going to save Finn." He said no one really looked out for him, not in a saviour sort of way, he has no hero looking out for him. That was the reason why he wanted to help Fionna in every way he can, to save her if she needed saving. '... I'll help you Finn, I'll be by your side' She thinks, ignoring her own wants to win and to willingly put herself in danger to help Finn with both the fight and his problems. She reaches down before pulling her arrow standing erect under WW's head free from the sand, before turning and facing her foe. And walks towards them.
Or she would if her legs didn't shake and buckle like crazy after a single step. The cause? Her foot. The bite wound thanks to Cake was bleeding quite badly, any clotting getting ruined by constant movement. Like it or not, she can't fight Marshall Lee like this. But she won't leave Finn either. She takes movement again, a wobbly step after another wobbly step as the pain flares with one. Suddenly skeletal ice fingers wrap around her waist and below. The act happening so quickly that she doesn't have time to react, her top half bending over as she grunts in surprise. She quickly levitates her arrows, snapping her top half to twist towards her captor. "Let me go." Winter Wraith does not respond, having returned to lying on her side as she keeps a firm grip on the angry wizard.
Immediately emotions flare inside Huntress, her face twisting into anger 'No! I'm hard meat! I don't become useless, I don't get captured!' The Winter Wraith pulls HW towards her chest, and Huntress was about to explain using arrows why you don't defy her. Then Winter Wraith brings a single, skeletal finger from her other free hand towards her wound. Huntress suddenly feels a small chill on her wound, making her jolt within her hand cage, though releases breathe she didn't realise she held. The coldness calms the flaming pain her wound was pouring into her. She sticks her wounded leg out in front of her and bends herself over her prison, staring at the wound as ice fills the holes made by Cake.
'It is quelling the pain and freezing the blood loss, but this sun will melt it pretty quickly... It's not a permanent solution, it's a band aid to get me through the fight' She nods in acceptance, letting the summon do her work. With nothing to do to help, she puts her arrows back into her quiver, looking nervously over at Finn. The duel with Marshall Lee was obviously still going and neither were making any progress, the sun holding the royal back, but fatigue after facing a army and Fionna was slowing Finn down, and Marshall was no joke. "... Winter Wraith, I know you said you'll leave, but can you stay to help deal with Marshall Lee?" Huntress asks wearily.
The summon doesn't respond, instead halting her efforts on Huntress's wound and turning her head. The wizard tracks her gaze, and finds that it connects to Ice Queen. Nothing happens, so she experimentally starts probing the area for magic. Sure enough, there was a weak stream of it in the air, connecting the summon and her summoner 'So they can talk to each other? Huh' She thinks, conjuration of creatures and spirits not really being her strong point, giving her a lack of knowledge of their capabilities. Suddenly Winter Wraith turns back to her, the magic ending between her and the royal before simply nodding at Huntress, going back to focusing on her wound, and probably her own skull injuries. "Thanks." She plainly replies, before turning her head to look at Ice Queen.
Said royal was still sitting amongst the other royals, with Frozen Yogurt Prince still under her snow cloud. She stares at Huntress with a professional gaze, hiding any emotions from the scheming royals around her. When their eyes meet, she simply gives a small nod, and receives one in return 'Go, save my knight' she feels a uncomfortable, almost angry twinge flow down her body, making her shift uncomfortably, especially knowing where it came from. The tiara. And she knows why. It was Simone again. She was not happy about sending the Winter Wraith to attack Marshall Lee. If she was remembering correctly, then it was because he was like a son to her? She can't quite remember...
Anyways, she is angry that she ordered WW to attack Marshall, the others were fine because she can't control them, but because she can control her summon means she should apparently abandon her only friend and crush 'No way, deal with it' She thinks, waging a civil war against a rebellion inside her own head. But that doesn't matter, she's been mad for a few hundred years now. What does matter, is that a few people have moved. Or more importantly, Butterscotch Buttler has. It wasn't until it was late into the fights did she spot the minion of Prince Gumball spying on her. But that is only a little concern. The big one, was that she was gone. She has no idea where or why, but the small candy that stank of magic went to do something during a massive scheme. That is never a good sign.
She sighs, closing her eyes before staring them at Finn 'Please win this, so you can foil whatever they have planned for you' She thinks sombrely for his safety as he locks his sharp blade locking with a deadly axe, the two warriors shooting vile glares at each other as their faces were merely inches apart.
Alright, I already know that this isn't as good as the last chapter, but that's because (Hopefully) the next one will be better (I'm using this chapter to set up the next one)
I know the fight with Marshall Lee (However small it is) wasn't that good, but I'm saving anything cool for next chapter.
I apologise for anyone hyped for the Huntress vs Cake fight. The problem is when writing two fights at once is that the constant swapping between the fights makes it chaotic and hard to follow, it also makes it impossible to really get into the flow of a fight, as every time you start to it will swap to some other fight. Don't worry though, I plan to have a proper HW vs Cake fight later.
Gumball scene at Finn's and HW house was planned to be written a few chapters ago. However, I couldn't actually fit it in those chapters, plus with this one already being slow, I decided to put it in now and get it over and done with before it was too late to put it in or slow down a good chapter.
So those reasons, I decided o make a slightly bad chapter in hopes to make the next one good.
A technique I've been employing is starting things off with the slow, bad stuff then get onto more dramatic parts (Last chapter, started with Gumball crashing, what wasn't that major, then it went on to fights, Fionna's death etc.). I do this to make that infamous rising tension to keep people interested, but, how did it go? Did I actually do that properly or not?
I've made Gumball get hurt again, right after he went calculator mode. This was the universe giving him Karma for his actions, only deciding to save someone for personal reasons, to think that just one act would win Fionna over, that her emotions were like same game, to be won. It goes for the other times he's been hurt as well, when he tried to break the privacy of Huntress and Finn's home for personal, paranoid reasons, the vines hurt him. He plots a scheme against Finn, Ice Queen publicly embarrasses him by freezing everyone. Using spyder bot to spy, his hard work get obliterated instantly, and his hours of work go to waste.
Now the Fionna scene... there will be more about her sudden development later...Also I bet you thought I forgot about the original timeline! Nope, I remembered her birthday, and I think evil beating you and you dying is way better birthday than getting a cool new sword :)
I also made Huntress have moment of magic madness, partly because she was using a lot of magic so far, and also to show off the side affect of magic just messing with you when you don't want it to. How it can prod and mess with your insecurities at the worst of times.
Also! First chapter named! I will naming future chapters, and I might go back and name the previous chapters as well.
Heads up:
If any of you want to chat, just PM me, me and claz have just been chatting for a few days now, not even about Incrementum, just casually chatting. AND if enough people actually want to talk, I will probably create a Discord server.
Review response:
claz7960, on FF, on chapter 17:
SO GLAD THAT DELAYING THE FIGHT WAS WORTH IT! If you can't tell, I was worried that people wouldn't like how the fight would truly begin next chapter, especially since I did plan for the fighting to start that chapter. Hearing it being described as a 'investment' made me smile for a solid minute before I returned to reading your review. (I also forgot to mention this last time, but if you ever feel like you were scammed, or didn't like a part, let me know, I need criticism too!)
Thank you for the praise! I'm still smiling like weirdo! I know about skipping fight scenes, I'm guilty of it too a few times. Hearing that those countless hours it took to make those fight scenes get you awestruck makes me release a breath of relief and satisfaction.
A power gap between Finn and Fionna is definitely showed in this chapter.
To hear that you are gob smacked about the 'killing Fionna' moment... To be honest it matches my reaction to this review, and any of the others you left. I'm so happy to know I was able to make you actually care about the characters (even though I think that it is feelings from the show, not because of what I've done with them), that what I would do to them would make people worry for them.
Fionna is indeed naive, thinking the world can be so easily split into black and white, Finn has matured, he knows everyone has a reason for why they do what they do. Fionna would indeed celebrate his death, for she has defeated evil, no questions asked about why, just that she did good.
Finn knows the weight of taking a life, and is why he does everything in his power to go the peaceful route. He will be affected by his actions.
I will make the rematch as best as I can! I think you understand what I mean now that I have a while to go before Incrementum ends. And yes, those brakes do feel nice, though I don't have a king room XD Wouldn't mind one though.
Take care friend, I'll see you next week or whenever you want to chat.
Guest, on FF, chapter 17:
I don't think I'll ever get tired of writing Gumball getting beaten XD
I'm glad you like the killing of a twelve (thirteen now) year old girl :)
I would say their relationship might change after he murdered her, it's definitely something I will make a point about.
Yep. Incrementum is big. Every arc is already described and mostly about points I haven't seen people really touched or go into depth about, so don't worry about me hitting a writer's block. I thank you for being willing to stay for this, I'll try my best to keep it cool.
Noodle (PrettyGreySkies), on ao3, chapter 17:
I hear ya about the amount of fighting, we're just in a heavy fighting arc right now. It's definitely harder and more stressful to write fights, but without danger or fighting, a story will not be interesting.
How do I feel about non-binary genders and genderless characters? I don't mind or dislike them, I just haven't made/put any in yet.
And don't be afraid to ask me any question!
The book of Eli, on FF, chapter 17:
Finn indeed has just shown why he is a hero that no evil can defeat. No, I don't think Gumball will like his plans failing, it might make him... desperate... As for the figure? Who knows...
Draconic Rising, on FF, chapter 17:
Kudos or curse? Well seeing how you ended it with a kudos, I think you answered your own question : b
Oof, I know those grammar issues, they make me flinch whenever I see them. For me to be your first review... that is a high honour. I hope it wasn't a gruelling process to get a password back.
That fight was definitely enjoyable to both read and write, I'll definitely being doing more of it in the future. Hope is all it needs to sway a fight, have it for victory, lose it for defeat... Thank you for more kudos.
I'm glad I got the characters right, including the contrast between Finn and Fionna. Fionna won't look at Finn the same, but I fear Finn will struggle as well. You know what that means? Terrible written edgy characters screaming about murder, calling the world a dark, deadly place and call it character development :D
The figure identity... Maybe...
Oh and it was the strange, robed girl glaring at him, not Huntress. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.
I don't mind long reviews, I thoroughly enjoy reading every word that people say. Thank you for the compliment, I thank you. Kudos to you for that review.
Mr. Monkey Dad, on AO3, on chapter 17:
Alright, I'll turn down the 'sand getting flung up' description, but I mainly use it to show how much power is behind the blows, but since the last bit is filled with some of the more powerful characters of Adventure time, I end up using it a lot.