Something Witty! You Can't Expect Me To Come Up with a Title!
Who: Martha and Dimentio
What: The cutest couple ever fights a snake and a rat.
Where: Some destroyed part of the city.
When: March 1st, 8 PM (I guess?)
Rating: PG-13 for fighting and maybe a swearword.
Ever since the realization that his plan of going AWOL and teleporting Martha and himself safely away from the fighting wouldn't work, Dimentio had been feeling noticably on edge. Being forced to stay in an enclosed war zone would do that to anyone, even him. But his reaction to such a stressful predicament wasn't to act fearful, but rather violently manic. Keeping dreadfully optimistic thoughts pumping through his mind kept him from dwelling on how a stray monster could rend and tear apart his fragile body if he dropped his guard. This is why he was giggling at the sight of crumbling buildings and battle scarred streets.
His amused appearence was quickly tossed aside as a few chunks of rubble tumbled from the roof of a nearby building and smashing onto the road in front of him, causing him to shout and fling a powerful burst of magical energy at where the bricks had fallen without bothering to see what he was shooting at. After taking a moment to catch his breath and berrate himself for wasting energy destroying rocks, he looked up at the building the rubble had fallen from, and caught a glimpse of movement. He chuckled under his breath and looked around to address Martha.
"There's something on the roof," He jerked his head up at where he had seen the apparent threat, "Someone lurking just out of sight. I think we should investigate." The idea that he might have imagined seeing someone on the roof didn't cross his mind. It was more likely to him that Martha was a halucination, and that she had actually been killed days ago and the one he had just spoken to was just a memory conjured up to help him cope with the loss. Yes, that was much more plausible and realistic.