Oh, how silly these people are!

The cat girl who was perched on the swordsman’s shoulders grinned and released the arrow. But to a little man so quick, it was nothing to Kusty. He knew that Aisly was smart; he knew that soon as he had jumped in front of her that she had moved. He let the arrow wiggle through the air, and the split second before it connected with his forehead, he ducked. It went straight into the trunk of a tree right behind him. “Tee hee!”

As soon as Kusty had jumped in front of her, Aisly had scooted out of the way knowing it was her chance. She took a few steps to the side and backwards, and placed her palms against one another. Chanting a stream of words that seemed to flow as easily through the wind as a newly fallen petal, the wind began to swirl around her, and her hair rippled through the air.

Meanwhile, Kusty continued to distract the swordsman and the cat girl, and was not giving them an easy time. The little Barbegazi broke off the biggest icicle on his beard, hopped up and down, and threw it straight at the neko’s neck. But the neko was speedy—she quickly threw her neck to the side, but not quite quick enough. The razor-sharp tip of the icicle caught the shoulder of her robe with enough force to knock her off her companion’s shoulders. And, the instant after the neko had fallen (who had in fact landed on her feet, distracted) the swordsman took his sword and lunged at the little man. He thrust the tip of the blade into the dirt a centimeter from Kusty’s foot. Kusty giggled as he dodged it and went barreling into the swordsman’s stomach. He toppled over.

It was as if Rain teleported to the spot where he now was—kneeling on the ground, hands gripped tightly around the swordsman’s neck. …And Kusty giggled, “Well hello, sir, how do you do?”

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[These Guys Will Show You Inescapable Doom]

"Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place
at a particular time, or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's
that what we want doesn't always matter. But then again, sometimes it's all that does." - Mick St. John