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“Oh so this fight in particular is boring?” Flame taunted.
Wemmbu avoids Flame’s advances by flying upward towards a ledge.
Wemmbu’s voice lost his edge, choosing to reply softly,”Let’s just schedule the fight another day bro.”
Flame scoffed,” Come on what are you so scared of? JUST. FIGHT. ME.”
Wemmbu ignored him, flying upwards.
On the other hand, Flame didn’t seem to catch the hint and a game of cat and mouse began with Wemmbu jumping to a different protrusion found on the side of the building, with Flame right on his tail. Going higher and higher each time.
Noticing that Flame wasn’t giving up anytime soon, Wemmbu unfurled his wings and flapped, releasing a gust that sent dust and ashes alike beneath his boots into the air.
Causing Flame to cough and splutter in disbelief. Although his eyes are immune to the dust, his nose wasn’t.
By the time his coughing fit subsided, Wemmbu was long gone.
Flame groaned.
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Wemmbu quickly flew to the tallest point on the building, squatting down and observed the destruction that he has single-handedly caused.
A weight, small but noticeable if you were to look for it, but knowing Wemmbu.. well he’s a lost cause, began to form and settle in his chest.
He carried out his final mission, on the promise that Egg is to be freed once he returns to the Caves.
However…
It burnt the final bridges between him and his friends.
Well.. he wouldn’t call them friends outright, he would rather die than admit it. Nevertheless, it doesn’t remove the fact that they have worked together in the past to take down a common enemy, the Law.
And during that period of time, Wemmbu would argue that numbers were crucial. If there were any deaths that he could prevent he would step in, shrugging off his aid by spewing out snarky comments and sarcastic remarks.
Always an arm length away, but never too close to avoid suspicions.
It was the only way he knew how to protect the people he cared about.
What good has ever came out from getting attached to someone?
Mane..
Wemmbu’s hand combed through his head, grabbing a handful of hair and tugged. Hard. A futile attempt to stop his train of thoughts from stepping into dangerous territory.
Right. Friends are just a weakness that people can use as a leverage over him.
But.. Egg is the only one keeping him grounded. How ironic, without him, Wemmbu would live up to the server’s title. Quite literally.
Wemmbu cackled bitterly.
He noticed a pattern anyways. Get into a civilization. Rank up. Something pisses him off. Destroy said civilization.
Look at Zam’s empire as an example, he devoted so much time and effort into his bidding, just to be betrayed over Zam’s paranoia. PARANOIA.
Sky civilization and snow civilization encountered similar fates as well.
He tried multiple times to be helpful or salvage situations but to no avail. Anytime he steps in something would backfire with all the fingers pointing back at him.
Maybe Wemmbu is just an omen of destruction.
Something he had to slowly come to terms to. Which was why he ran away to begin life with a fresh start and look where that got him.
Wemmbu ran a hand down his face.
The current situation sucked, the chances of clearing his name is basically in the negatives. How is he suppose to explain himself after committing a massacre of both parties involved in the civil war.
…Would anyone even want to hear him out?
It wasn’t as if he did everything for fun. It was do or else Egg dies. He had to make the best out of the grim situation and tried to have fun while he was at it.. albeit in questionable ways.
Egg..
As if oil was poured into the gaping void in his head, lubricating the rusty gears, enabling them to be able to start rotating again. Something clicked. A solution.
Egg can help resolve the loose ends and help him mend the relationships by handling things diplomatically and eloquently like he always had.
As if Wemmbu added all his skill points into combat, egg had done the same but into intelligence. In places where Wemmbu fails to articulate his thoughts, Egg could always fill in the blanks.
However… that is if Arachnid holds up to his end of his bargain though.
Wemmbu sighed audibly.
Right. He needs to report back to Arachnid.
Wemmbu stood up and dusted off his pants. He extended his wings, feathers ruffling slightly from the gentle gale, and dived.
Or so he thought.