"Ahaha, yes, you must have been on the edge of your seat. Bright and the Horned Bear — we can tell it as a bedtime story when we have kids."
They'll be yawning in no time, amirite?

> Smile and tenderly place my hand on top of hers where she's embracing me.

> Driving with one hand.

> DRIVING TEST.

***ROLL 7: CHASE ROLL***


Rolling for initiative!

Allie: 0
Faust: 6
Vargall: 12
Backsmasher: 13

Otter Horde: 12
Otter Shaman: 13



Backsmasher fires at the shaman otter- No wait, he seems to have mixed things up a bit. This is an otter shaman, definitely not a shaman otter. He or she is a hooded figure, some ten or eleven feet tall, covered in furs and moss patches, with a moose skull as helmet.

ANYWAYS! Backsmasher fires at the otter shaman! Many of the pellets are deflected by an energy field spreading in front of the magician, but enough pierce its defenses to deal 6S damage! The Otter Shaman is knocked down by the attack, and begins to crawl behind a tree for safety!




Vargall guns the engine and attempts to drive away, but the horde is too quick, and engulfs the vehicle like a tide of furry sludge, holding the car in place! You all wince as the sheer pressure of being covered in otters causes the car's walls to buckle and creak, dealing 5 damage to it!

Vargall switches to first gear and does his best to dislodge the creatures, but there's too many! If only the swarm's numbers were thinned out...




The waterfall quickly flows out of the car, becoming a wave that engulfs the otter horde-

Nothing happens. The force 3 spirit is simply capable of making the creatures wet. It looks at you with embarassment.





Allie decides this has gone on for too long. She extends a hand towards the crawling shaman and makes a choking motion with her fingers. The shaman reaches for its throat in a panic, then takes 6S damage and falls over, unconscious. The swarm seems to lose its focus for a moment, and Vargall manages to wrench the car free and begin speeding away.

That... That was pretty good, wasn't it? Yeah. Made you feel a bit dizzy, though. FAR too much spellcasting for a single day. Oh look, you have a nosebleed. And a mouthbleed too. Tastes... Pretty nice...

Allie's head slumps forwards as she takes 4P Drain and begins to stream blood from every orifice on her face. The elf lady mutters something about "bloody wizards and their fetish for bleeding all over".


MEANWHILE




Bright and Emi enjoy their romantic moment together, managing to keep their balance on the bike despite the deplorable state of the road and the distracting golden sun of the twilight. Suddenly, they hear a gunshot!

"What was that?!"

There is little time to ponder what just happened, as Vargall's car, covered in dents and mud and... dead otters? What even.

*ahem*

Anyways, Vargall's car appears speeding down the road in your direction!



What will you do?

The narrator pauses to consider Backsmasher's statement. There was an otter shaman and otter otters, but not a shaman otter or anotter otter shaman, at least not in the immediate vicinity. Truthfully, the motter of one of the otter otters knew anotter saltwotter otter who'd botter a few talismans from a shaman otter, but it'd probably be a botter to find which otter's motter it was, especially considering how uncooperative they'd be due to the slotter of the otter otters (and otter shaman) that had just taken place.

In otter words, this is otterly confusing.





Bright does a perfect motorcycle swerve-stoppie, launching a spray of mud and burning rubber as he majestically stops by the side of the road. Emi almost swoons at his driving skills.

...which turns out to be completely pointless because the car stopped coming in their direction and is now sliding into the nearby woods.

"Who the hell was that? Some sort of redneck hunting party?"




Vargall swerves back, recklessly driving through the trees to the otter shaman's position. A few of the remaining otters hiss and breathe fire at his car, but there are too few left to actually present any danger.

He steps out of the car, pulls out two of his pistols, and-

BANGBANG

That was 26P damage. You're not sure if ANYTHING could survive that. The otter shaman's masked face is now a mess of exploded shaman parts. The otter shaman is no more.




Faust concentrates, and summons a-

...Is that a toaster?

Yes. It is a flying toaster. Faust suffers 2P Drain!

The toaster channels its powers and sends a beam of light towards Allie! She is healed for the full 4P damage and wakes up, choking slightly and spitting blood before realising that it is indeed blood and swallowing it in satisfaction, instead.




What will you do?