Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Frisk beamed at the monkey and put his paws on his hips, puffing his chest out heroically. "Well as long as he's not sad, my job here is done!" He snickered, and fell off Kole's shoulder from the sound of the latest explosion. "That wasn't me this time! I promise!" He his paws around frantically.

"C'maaaan... this is starting out to be our crappiest run ever..." Haxx groaned and rubbed the back of his head, stroking one of his ear-like, dragon appendages. "Hey- THE HUMAN-!" He tried to point at the levitating ropes.

But it was too late. With a little 'eep!', Frisk was comically flattened by Kole as he was tripped on, sticking to the ground like a half-cooked pancake. And the human had fled.

Groaning, the blue and white scaled dragon slapped a three-fingered paw onto his forehead. "This day just keeps getting better and better!" He grumbled, and was about to sprint after their prey when Goro placed a hand on his chest to stop him, his sword still out.

"I will go." The swordsman said quietly, tossing the unconscious pair of humans he had at Haxx, who yelped and caught them, but was knocked onto his butt, just barely avoiding landing on his thick tail. "You guard my trophies." He added coolly, practically vanishing a moment later in a flurry of speed.

"Sh-show off!" Haxx grunted, shoving the humans off himself. "C'mon Kole- Frisk- let's see if we can still salvage this!"

With a blur, Goro appeared five meters ahead of the psychic, blocking his path. "Perhaps I have to put you to sleep too." He said, raising his sword, Ephemeral, in front of him.