“And then I was like pew-pew-pew-pew,” Damien Swipe shot finger guns at the air, aiming to the skies of Abyssalis as him and his new teammates stood before the Choker’s canyon. “Then Arlak was like ‘ouchy ouchy! My knees!’ and then I was like pew-pew-pow! Pow! Pow-pow! Pew! Bugs flying everywhere, exploding on everyone around me, but not me! Nu’uh! I blasted all them darned critters right off the sky!”
“You’d make a decent bard, you know that?” Lord said, stringing a tune from a rock.
“Can’t say the same for a soldier,” Gahagan Vitrius, the orange skinned sniper and second most recent addition to the team, quipped while polishing his rifle. “Should have shot the egg. Insects would have dispersed and a potential ally would have gone uninjured.”
“You’re one to talk about injuring allies,”
