"Die!"
A clash was heard behind Art who had still been walking, talking to his friend 3, and giving him some of his favorite pink pebbles of candy energy. However when he turned towards the sound, he was oddly confused. Joseph, the man who had welcomed and invited Doan and himself for a meal in his home, now had an angry look and was pushing his blade against the other's who was blocking Joseph's attack at a standstill.
'Doan! Why is that man attacking Doan? I thought he was good?' Art asked internally.
"Doan! Are you okay?!" Art cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out.
Doan was completely fine, keeping Joseph's blade at a standstill. He hadn't even exerted half his strength containing the man's attack. So down decided he could risk asking him questions in the middle of it all.
"Tell me, why did you just attack my young friend there?" Doan jerked his head left, signaling the boy behind him, as he continued blocking Joseph.
Joseph, grit his teeth and kept thrusting his dagger forward, hoping he could push back the blade and overpower Doan. "I always get what I want, no matter what I do!"
As he started tiring he hopped back two times, to regain his strength, gain some distance, and to think of a new attack plan.
That's when Hamian, the dagger man's partner had stepped out of the hut and saw his partner in a battle. He quickly turned around and grabbed his weapon of choice from the weapons' wall. He ran off with his spiked mace, heading towards his friend in need.
As he got closer, Joseph noticed him from his side.
"Go after the kid you imbecile! I'm fine on my own!" Joseph yelled out.
Hamian redirected himself, running towards the kid now. "Don't move kid!" Hamian ordered.
"Art! Go! I'll take care of this here!"
With that Art, didn't need to hear anything else, he bolted, as the brunette man, holding a spiky weapon was chasing after him.
3 hurried along, jumping at the same pace Art was running. Art continued sprinting, afraid of what the spiky mallet could do.
Hamian was right behind Art, slowly catching up to him, with one arm behind him, kept locked right in place ready to swing when the chance came. Hamian too knew the wealth and power that the bracelet on the boy's wrist was worth.
Art had run out of the desert, and as Hamian was slowly catching up to him. His bracelet lit up, a light pink glow emanating from the jewel. As he was only thinking of escape and to hope the man doesn't catch him, without thinking, in his hand the pink energy appeared, forming what seemed to be a long thin line, and as it attached to a tree it broke of from Art's hand, and attached itself to a tree, on opposite end. Art felt himself use his power once that happened. He looked around, but couldn't see anything that looked like candy energy.
He had no time to dwell further, and continued running, into the Uncharted Lands once more.
Hamian continued sprinting, although not feeling as strongly as before, approaching the dark creepy magic-looking forest. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted harshly as his ankle came in contact what felt like a thin wire, tripping him as he face planted on the ground.
He hadn't seen the boy carrying any wires or string of any sort so he was completely dazed in confusion. However the boy, and his pet had ran out of his reach, and he got up, mildly irritated, running after the boy.
Art thought he had lost the spiked-hammer holding crazy man and smiled at 3. Suddenly he heard a loud bang on a nearby trees, and violent rustling among the branches and bushes, as Hamian jumped out continuing his chase on his target.
Art panicked inwardly, running again as he inwardly noted to keep his mouth shut next time. He ran, jumping over tree stumps, sliding under branches, even using his arms to swing off a vine, but Hamian was able to do the same and continued running.
Art panicked further yelling out "Stop chasing me!" His bracelet responded to his thoughts once more, and it began to glow pink again, from out of his hand multiple lines came out, as they all elongated and connected with one another, breaking off Art's of hand, and flying past, towards the man chasing him.
Hamian was suddenly caught in a strong pink net, losing his speed, and tripping over the net. He struggled to get out, kicking the net away, and pushing his arms out. Soon he began cutting against the pink net, using the sharp edges of his mace. Once he finally got out of it, the kids was long gone. "Damn, that kid is mocking me." Hamian scowled, throwing the pieces of net off himself.
He walked towards the way he thought the kid ran off to. As the trees changed color as he dwelled further, the grass seemed to look decayed. He stopped at a giant rock, placing his hand, as he trailed his hand along the rock, he walked around it, soon realizing it was a cave.
******
Art had made it back to the small safety base him and Doan had built in the Uncharted Lands. He collapsed tiredly by the fire, 3 mimicking him, and sticking out its long tongue out.
Art looked at his Girby friend, breathing deeply. "That was kind of scary."
3 licked his face in response, and Art jerked his body, covering his face and laughing.
"I guess you were scared too." Art pressed the button on his candy energy dispenser a few times, and threw the pebbles at 3, 3 quickly gobbling them up. It sat up and brought its tongue back into its mouth, no longer tired. It hopped on to Art's stomach and stood there, simply looking at his blue-haired buddy.
Then Art pressed his candy energy dispenser five times and ate the candy pebbles. He smiled, feeling much better. He sat up, holding his Girby in his hands, crossing his legs.
"You can make stuff like me right?" Art smiled.
3 nodded its head in confirmation.
"Can you make yourself a hat?" Art asked, feeling more excited.
3 nodded as its body began to squirm very slightly, soon enough it opened its mouth, and stuck out its tongue, using it as a small platform. On its tongue was a small solid pink hat. It flicked its tongue upward, and the hat flew up, landing on its furry head.
Art simply laughed and fed 3 some more candy energy pebbles. Then he pet its head receiving a tongue in his face.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
A loud scream echoed through the forest, but that was all that was heard. Silence followed after that, and Art had an idea of what had occurred.
*****
Doan was in Joseph's former home, searching for supplies and inspecting the weapons he had. There wasn't anything of good value, or strong weapons. The only thing that had caught his eye were a pair of toothed blades, a dark blue metal in color. He decided to take them, and sheathed them to his back.
Eventually Doan learned that Joseph and Hamian were thieves. The majority of the items they carried with them or had in their huts, were all stolen items. That was why when taking the pair of swords, Doan bore no guilt nor remorse.
After he finished gathering whatever he felt they would need, he began leaving the hut, passing the broken fence, and making his way back to Art and 3.