A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 24: Let's go mug 'em

Jokesum points over his left shoulder as the rest of the group look and see nothing due to there not being any light. Branches and twigs are heard from behind them though.

Berd: (whispering) Think they mean to rob us blind?

Fylec: (whispering) I could cast Bolt of light, it would create a literal energy orb that drifts in a direction that I point.

General: (whispering) Not a bad idea, Fylec. Berd, Jokesum, find a tree and perch in its branches. I'll stay by Fylec for his protection.

Without saying a word, Jokesum nods in the direction of General Mood's voice as he then sneaks towards what he thinks is a tree and begins to climb it. Berd does the same, though finds that the trees bark is moving as he touches it. Crouching down, Fylec then casts his spell.

Fylec: Light it up!

Speaking to control his ability, Fylec's right hand moves power through it until his staff glows with the circular end rotating fast. As the spell reaches its climax, a lightning shaped bright white zap reaches out of his staff further than three metres from himself. As the light protrudes from it, the trees and bushes are lit up. Some then begin to move as Berd realizes, through the light hitting it, that the "tree" that he had touched was in fact the skin of a lizard-folk being looking down at him as he is crouched. Jokesum, being up in the only actual tree, notices some shapes within the bushes that had moved and begins an enchantment.

Jokesum: Spell worthy tome of illusion, grant me the power of speed!

Much like his Vol Opt Heart, Jokesum's vision suddenly slows as does everything around himself as he sees beings jump out of trees and bushes towards the Hunter's Guild. Leaping from a tree branch, he then launches at a five to six foot tall being with his ball bearings ready. Grappling the being, with his legs, he then shoves the two ball bearings into, what he perceived as, their mouth.

Jokesum: *beep* them up Twin Sphere's of Payne!

Upon uttering their name, the ball bearings then double and double and double until the beings "mouth" is overflowing with ball bearings that keep on producing duplicates of the amount already produced. As General Mood notices that Jokesum has grappled a being and made the ball bearings multiply, he frowns at the two creatures that had leapt from the bushes. Slamming his giant shield down on the ground in front of himself, then stabbing his long sword out of the top, he rams both creatures with his new battering ram. Impaling both on the point end of his sword. Doing a backwards somersault, though landing faced down on the ground, Berd then gets up as the lizard-folk stares down at him further. Clasping his short sword, he suddenly vanishes thanks to its ability the lizard-folk looks around to see where he had gone though Berd was still upon the ground.

Fylec: If we want this fight to go well, I'm going to need to remain casting this ability!

General: We've got this Fylec, don't worry dude!

General Mood stands with the two heads, of what is now seen as snake type beings, upon the length of his sword. Suddenly, he is hit hard on his back as a half-troll had hit him with its tree trunk log, General Mood gets smacked three metres forward and collapses on the ground. Seeing his team mate collapse, and Berd disappear, Jokesum then jumps down on to the half-trolls tree and points his rod forward at it.

Jokesum: Dark Lord! Smite this creature!

There is a quick, sudden, rumble as his rod produces a dark, yet shiny, cloud that engulfs the half-troll until it too collapses to the ground backwards writhing in pain from his attack. The lizard-folk, seeing his serpent friends beheaded and the half-troll in agonizing pain, drops their giant mace to the ground.

Lizard-Folk: Alright, *beep*! We only wanted your gold and loot!

Berd withdraws his short sword from its neck and becomes visible once again as he puts it back into its sheath.

Berd: And, stalking us would have been how you would go about it?

Fylec: What the actual squanch!?! So, we're done fighting?

General Mood groans awake, lifts his head from the ground and then picks himself up and dusts himself off.

General: I guess...*beep* my head!

Stepping off the tree log, Jokesum draws two of the ball bearings back making the multiple dissipate. Noticing that the being that he had engulfed with them was a fiery type of being, Jokesum awkwardly turns to face the Lizard-Folk instead of addressing what he had done.

Jokesum: So, you're thieves?

Lizard-Folk: Hold on a minute! You can't just leave Tim like that! Look what you've done to him!

Pointing at the half-troll, the Hunter's Guild notice that Tim is still writhing in pain upon the ground.

Jokesum: Oh, right. Let me heal him...if you agree to not attack us!

Lizard-Folk: 'King hell! You're talking about his life, let him live and you've got a deal!

Frowning, then walking over to Tim, Jokesum then chants a healing spell to remove the Dark Lord's magic.

Jokesum: Healing light of the divines, remove the pain!