We were ambushed in a clearing. Some bandit wolves—or were
they wolf bandits?—leapt from the bushes with weapons and snarls.
Everyone jumped into action.
Kyuu backflipped and sent out a shockwave of spirit energy. Allie
drew a vine whip and turned two wolves into eco-friendly popsicles.
Vish just stared at them, and they exploded from existential dread.
Me? I held Vox and screamed internally.
"DO SOMETHING!" Allie yelled.
"I'M TRYING!" I yelled back, wildly swinging Vox.
"Stop flailing!" Vox shouted. "You look like you're conducting an
orchestra on caffeine!"
One of the wolves lunged at me. I ducked. Kinda. It grazed my
shoulder and I panicked.
"I'm the main character!" I screamed. "I'm supposed to have PLOT
ARMOR!"
"No," Vox snapped, "you have emotional damage and bad form!"
I finally managed to stab one, mostly by accident. It squeaked and
flopped over like a defeated Pokémon. Everyone stared.
"...Did you just win by tripping again?" Kyuu asked.
"Strategy," I wheezed.
Allie patted me on the head. "Good job, champ. We'll put that on the
fridge."
Vox sighed. "This is going to be a long journey."