A phantasy script.

The fourth script of a phantasy script.

Reappearing aboard the now clean floor of Pioneer 2, the hunter comrades walk towards the shops.

Fylec Nodwu: What happened here? It's almost like what Kireek's team did, never happened.

General Mood: This is mighty peculiar; however, I think the ladies behind the Guild are responsible for this most fantastic coming back.

Jokesum: Hold on lads! I think something sinister is at work right now, give me a moment.

Standing quite still but ready for action, the hunter's scourer the surrounding area.

Old Man (whispering): This reminds me of when Kireek came back from the Forrest. It's so dead quite.

Berd (whispering): Why can't whatever it is that is going to come at us just...

Suddenly from behind the banks side two hunters jump out at the hunter comrades.

Female Hunter: Okay, shut up! You goodies are starting to grind in my ears!

Male Hunter: And to think, I almost missed the chance of killing General Mood. Today is the day that you die!

G. M: And you still call yourselves hunters, yes? FECK OFF! Draws his Last Survivor out.

F. N: Seriously? You want to mess with all five of us? Have you been misinformed, we're kick arse!

Fe. Hu: Fylec, SHUT UP! Jumps up into the air above Fylec.

Not looking above himself, Fylec points his index finger up in the air and casts the technique Zonde upon the Female Hunter hitting her slightly as she then lands back down next to the bank.

O. M: Aw, did our Fylec damage you a little bit? DIDUMS!

Drawing out his Sinow Blue/Red Arms Old Man growls slightly and then slides along the floor spinning his weapon at the hunters in front of the hunter comrades. A bit taken back by what they have just witnessed, the rest of his comrades draw out their weapons, they too are prepared for a fight no matter where the location.

Berd: Oh yeah, just before I forget, we have a weapon that can damage Black Paper even with his shield on. So, you still want a fight?

Ma. Hu: You cannot possibly think that we believe a word that you say, surely?

Suddenly, within a few seconds something happens that no one but him knew would happen; Jokesum takes out his frozen shooter and rapidly clicks the trigger firing multiple rounds of ice at the two hunters, freezing them on the spot.

Jokesum: Suck on that.

G. M: That was awesome and very quick as well. Nicely done, though how are we going to find out where the rest of Kireek's group is?

The heads of the two hunters suddenly smash open as the two hunters look at each other and then the hunter comrades.

Fe. Hu: How did we just get frozen? What's going on?

Ma. Hu: I think the FROZEN SHOOTER in Jokesum's hands kind of answers that question, don't you?

F. N: Where's the rest, the other six, where are they?

O. M: Don't say Fylec didn't warn you about us being kick arse.

Fe. Hu: Like we would tell you, there is no way that...

A sudden loud click is heard from Jokesum's neck as he then brings his Justy up to his face pointing his barrel at the Female Hunter.

Berd: Oh, you have really signed your death warrant now. That gun, your head boom!