Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150811120847

Sam was stunned by the sight of Calli and that poacher lass tackling each other as the former tried to prevent the latter from hurting him, drifting into a mindscape as he thought himself as a weak and vulnerable little twit and was the real damsel in distress here, which was definitely what he didn't want to view or be viewed as. If she risked her life for his and that wasn't just this once, it was about time he returned the favor. He immediately took his opportunity to pin down Shirley as she swayed from her stance through Calli's knock to her shin and prepared to burn her out with his fumi-e before the fatal blow.

"I thought I could give you a second chance! I must have been..." But before he could finish his sentence, a very faint flashback from the back of his mind reminded him of the demon girl's actions earlier on.

'' "You harmed my little sister..." ''

'' "I'm so sorry, guys!" ''

Maybe she wasn't as bad like how he thought she was, maybe she was just misunderstood. She had a heart, like any true living being. This monster he saw now below him couldn't really be her, something didn't feel right about her sudden mood change...All that changed his final decision.

He dropped the iron pendant from his palm then swiftly power slapped Shirley on her temple until it all turned black. This was him giving her a chance, a chance to recover from this trance and to do what's right.

"Calli, I don't think she's the real trouble, it's that horrendous stinkburger who's messing with her think pan. She's down, but she'll be fine, I hope." He stood up from Shirley's limp body, lifted it and set it down in a safer corner. He then rushed back towards Lord BellyButton (I'm sorry) and taunted the beast with his words.

"Want some drinks with that grub of yours? BOTTOMS UP, PISSPOT!" Said Sam as he flung his vials of reds, yellows, blues, pinks and all colors in between at the creature's mouth. They may not shatter on impact, but for such crushing jaws, they'd be holding on the gums real tight after being grinded by those molars, not to mention the distaste when those runny liquids slide around his taste buds.

((Sorry, Mamono, for making Sam witchslap Shirley. He was only trying to help her.

Yeah, Sam remembered to buy tougher vials this time around .Reds, yellows, greens are pH indicators, pink is blood indicator, blue is...you know what I mean.))