《The Bartender at the End of the Universe》Ch 134: Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am
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"What has gotten into her?" Trizel snarled as blood dripped down his bandaged arm.
Their group was on the move again, with Bakade being conspicuously absent. Sentenza had a fresh claw mark along his neck. Trizel's already injured arm now had scratches all along it that were slowly oozing blood. Lulu's left arm was hanging limp as she struggled to put weight on her right foot.
"Bawk. Bakaw, ba ba baw." Nugget explained succinctly.
"Well, whatever happened, she's definitely our enemy now," Og'drimun shrugged.
"It's not so simple," Sentenza said. "We can't just write her off."
"Well, then why is she attacking us?" Lulu piped up.
Sentenza absentmindedly scratched his neck, and then winced as his fingers brushed over his fresh wound. He looked down and inspected his hand with a frown. "She's backsliding."
Trizel nodded his head. "It did seem familiar, but there are not trees to hide behind here."
"What are you two talking about?" Og'drimun whined.
"When Bakade arrived with the forest, she was hunting us." Trizel explained as he tried to bind his arm with the torn fabric from his sleeves. "Stalked us for ages before she finally tried to strike us."
"Like you'd expect, Ted was the one who calmed her down." Sentenza explained as his fingers gingerly rubbed against his wound. "Gave her some food as she ripped open his...back I think it was?"
"Yes, I am fairly certain she clawed along his back." Trizel agreed. "But that was the only time she had acted like that."
"Maybe there was something in that creature?" Og'drimun suggested.
Nugget rolled her eyes as they continued to talk. She looked unharmed other than her earlier injuries from the various orbs she assaulted.
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"Well, if someone hadn't blown bits of it onto all of us, she probably wouldn't have tried to eat any of it, let alone the entire thing." Sentenza added with a harsh glance towards Lulu.
Lulu held her one good hand up. "Hey now, no point blaming me. Not like I have any control over what that idiot version of me does."
"Well, I think..." Sentenza started to say.
"Whatever the reason," Trizel said loudly as he cut the two of them off. "She seems intent on hunting us all down again, and we will need to deal with that."
"Yeah," Og'drimun said haughtily as he flew up and dangled his ears in Trizel's face. "We've got to work together like a team should."
"Perhaps next time you will think of that while she is attacking one of us," Trizel said as his eye twitched. "Instead of just after the fact when there is nothing at risk."
"Are you saying my word is no good?" Og'drimun pouted as he held a hand over his chest. "I'm hurt, really, truly I am."
"Not yet you are not," Trizel muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Og'drimun snarled.
"I said, of course your word is no good." Trizel said boldly. "Your actions do not match your words, and I trust actions far more than what someone says as a way to judge them."
"Well, that was a different situation!" Og'drimun argued. "I didn't know she'd be all vicious and just leap out at people. I was barely able to keep myself safe."
"You show your priorities even now. You do not risk danger for yourself, even when your allies are threatened." Trizel scoffed.
"Uh, duh." Og'drimun said in a mocking tone. "If I get hurt, then I can't help anyone. Are you always this stupid?"
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WHAM!
In a flash, Trizel slammed his fist into Og'drimun, and sent him crashing into the ceiling. The small creature fell limp and tumbled to the ground. Trizel let out a satisfied sigh and picked up the demon.
"Don't tell me you're gonna make this a habit?" Sentenza commented.
Trizel shook his head. "Only when necessary."
"Which is going to be a lot of the time, isn't it?" Lulu asked.
Trizel only smiled in response as they continued down the corridor.
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