Tag Teamed.
So guys, Sheena and I make the ultimate tag team. Did you see that work done on Yuber? Man, pride and honor ain't got nothin' on that -- our insults were the pinnacle of skillz. Among the highest achievements of mankind. The end result of somethin' akin to a finely made sword. The royalty of insults! I mean, we got Yuber so pissed that he probably broke a nail when he fell over, the little pansy! Heheheh~
... Seriously though, man, Sheena, you got some damn good stamina 'n speed for runnin' that fast and long. I guess that makes up for your swordwork. I got worried 'bout you, and since Nash decided to be a romantic twat, I came to help you out! Broski, you probably could've handled the guy on your own! ... Except for that screaming you did while swinging your sword. And that punch that got you in the eye. .... Nice eye, mate.
Though, what the hell was up with that battle? I swear t'God Luca came in there and saved Yuber's ass -- either that, or he wanted to arrest us all, which I highly freakin' doubt. If it's looking how it is... ... ... man, this ain't good...
... Meanwhile, I saved the already-busy infirmary a visit by taking care of my own ribs. Man, I think I fractured them or something, 'cause it hurts like a mother of a cow to move too much, and even breathe! Sheesh. Yuber, that goddamn boar, was so freakin' heavy when he crushed me! Man, totally ain't anything delicate like the way he looks! Geez... So it looks like I'll be takin' it easy for a while -- NOT!! This place is a damn mess, and I ain't backin' down 'cause of some stupid puny injury!! Not when everything's this bad. Though I think someone needs to recheck how I wrapped this, I don't think I did it right.
Man, whoever needs help, just say the damn word and I'm there. I'm finally sick of sittin' around doin' nothing! ... These fractured ribs are gonna' be around for a few weeks...
... Cecile... Oath, whatever asshole did that to her is gonna' pay with total interest!
... Seriously though, man, Sheena, you got some damn good stamina 'n speed for runnin' that fast and long. I guess that makes up for your swordwork. I got worried 'bout you, and since Nash decided to be a romantic twat, I came to help you out! Broski, you probably could've handled the guy on your own! ... Except for that screaming you did while swinging your sword. And that punch that got you in the eye. .... Nice eye, mate.
Though, what the hell was up with that battle? I swear t'God Luca came in there and saved Yuber's ass -- either that, or he wanted to arrest us all, which I highly freakin' doubt. If it's looking how it is... ... ... man, this ain't good...
... Meanwhile, I saved the already-busy infirmary a visit by taking care of my own ribs. Man, I think I fractured them or something, 'cause it hurts like a mother of a cow to move too much, and even breathe! Sheesh. Yuber, that goddamn boar, was so freakin' heavy when he crushed me! Man, totally ain't anything delicate like the way he looks! Geez... So it looks like I'll be takin' it easy for a while -- NOT!! This place is a damn mess, and I ain't backin' down 'cause of some stupid puny injury!! Not when everything's this bad. Though I think someone needs to recheck how I wrapped this, I don't think I did it right.
Man, whoever needs help, just say the damn word and I'm there. I'm finally sick of sittin' around doin' nothing! ... These fractured ribs are gonna' be around for a few weeks...
... Cecile... Oath, whatever asshole did that to her is gonna' pay with total interest!