Piemonger knelt at the waterfall in contemplation of his situation. It was fair to say he was not at all dissatisfied with being a woman in this competition, especially an elf woman, but something scratched at his manliness barrier, and it scratched bad. Or maybe that was just the armour he was wearing. He continued to consider this until a grunt roused him from his stupor.
“Wassup?”
Cloak flying and weapon ready, Piemonger turned to face his silent assailant and found only a diminutive pig looking at him. When an image flashed in his mind of the identity of the pig, he almost fell into the nearby waterfall with laughter. His laughter was soon silenced with a blast of hot steaming snot to the face. Laughter turned to rage as Piemonger yelled “What the F&#K was THAT for?”
“Noone disses me when I’m pig, even if I don’t like being a pig.” Inde_ed replied. “I find my excess snot build up usually deals with their short lived hilarity at my situation.”
“Ah yes…. And what do you want then?”
Piemonger quirked an eyebrow (Which was made even more ludicrous by the eccentric nature of Night Elf eyebrows) at the fevered deepset eyes of his strategy compadre. The reply that came was completely unexpected.
“I want your soul Piemonger. I must…have…your…soul.”
The Phantom Assassin stared at the pig for ten seconds before dodging expertly into the river to his right as another steaming blast of snot cascaded against the waterfall wall. Inde_ed was serious, and there was no way Piemonger was going to let a douche like Inde_ed take his soul. His soul contained his core manliness, and he knew that Inde_ed knew that the manliness would be the key to winning the competition. Hastily he pulled himself out of the river and ran for the scourge base, with the now demented Inde_ed in hot pursuit. In such a state, Inde_ed was able to work himself into a warpathing frenzy, and the gap closed between them. It did not help Piemonger that he had to slow down to keep an eye out for blasts of snot coming his way. The Bristleback in pursuit finally landed some goo on his targets right arm, briefly slowing the Phantom Assassin long enough to get some whacks in with his hot dog on a stick. He prepared to fire another blast of green phlegm, when Piemonger was struck by inspiration. Pulling out a poison coated dagger, he threw it up Inde_ed’s large nostril. The effect was instantaneous as the Bristleback keeled over backwards, crashing to the ground in obvious pain.
Just as Piemonger was getting ready to turn the tables however, the Bristleback started thrashing violently, and razor sharp spines starting flying everywhere. Deciding against risking his life again after already coming to close to the brink, he crossed the last checkpoint and entered the safety of the scourge base.
Inde_ed continued thrashing for some minutes as the poison effect slowly wore off and the swelling in his nostrils returned to normal. He had given too much warning to Piemonger, and had paid for it. His next target however, wouldn’t be so lucky. Nothing would stop him becoming the strategy king. Nothing else mattered. It was time to find Serados, and kill him before he could even react. And so the Bristleback wearily trod back to the sentinel base, to rest and plan his next phase.