Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Yeah... I guess..." Haxx sighed, casting his gaze around him to inspect the damage done by the explosion. "Damn it Frisk, why'd you have to go and throw dynamite around with the slightest provocation?" He grumbled, pulling his pants up as they were beginning to slip down his smooth, slender hips. The coyote had just randomly lit and thrown a cluster of explosives at a random structure because someone had mentioned that capturing humans was 'a blast'.

"In my defense... Shut up!" The toonyote rebutted. "And you're right... I really have to get into the habit of chasing roadrunners like my uncle does! It keeps us fit! But I oh so looove cookies! You don't have to chase them, and they don't cause you grievous bodily harm!" Frisk replied at Harold's defense. "And they taste better than those no good roadrunners too."

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"Listen, as long as I have Ephemeral," Goro drew the sword from it's saya in one fluid motion, holding it in front of him or emphasis, "Your psychic powers are no more than a mild nuisance to me." He said in a low, quiet tone. "Now either I'm going to use it to knock you out, use a different sword to chop your limbs off so I can carry you back without a fuss, or you can walk right beside me on your own accord." He drew a straightsword, the one called Force of Nature. "Please make your decision now."