Tractorpull Revenge Extravaganza part 7 - Lost Assets
“-ake up blast it, wake up!”
Vrixx startled awake as water rushed past her. A green hand held the collar of her shirt as the rapids threatened to pull her away. She looked up and she saw him: Keygrin Threespark, holding a branch with the other hand, keeping them both from being swept under.
“Well thank gold yer finally comin around. We're in a real pickle here-”
“What are you doin? I was just trying to kill you!” Vrixx all but thrashed in the water, not wanting to dignify her nemesis’ rescue attempt. “I'll never live this down!”
“Geeze Louise, that's some gratitude. Ah ain't gonna let you down if ah can h-" it was then that the branch he was holding snapped and the pair were swept away in the rapids.
Vrixx quickly wove a water breathing spell on herself, something someone as fond of swimming as she is obviously has memorized, just before they collided with some stones and became disoriented.
Vrixx was tossed violently but covered her head with her hands to protect it. She lost track of how long she was under or how far they drifted, but when the water broke around her and she found herself miraculously in one piece washed up on a beach she counted her lucky stars.
She looked about to get her bearings and tripped, still a little dizzy from the rapids.
“What the-"
She turned to see what she'd tripped on and saw the waterlogged body of one Keygrin Threespark.
She knelt and rolled him over, listening at his mouth. Not breathing. She checked his neck. No pulse. She should have been pleased. Instead, for some reason, she leapt into action.
She put her hands on his chest and started pressing down rhythmically. “1-2-3-4” she counted before breathing into the mouth of her enemy, pinching his oddly shaped nose.
Nothing.
“1-2-3-4.” She tried again, breathing life into the drowned gob to no avail.
“1-2-3-4.” She kept at it, showing her persistence.
“1-2-3-4.”
Keygrin sputtered to life, coughing up a lung full of water as Vrixx pulled back.
“Ah’m alive? But-" he saw Vrixx beside him on the beach with a look of concern. “Ah thought you were tryin ta kill me.”
“W-wellif ya drowned, that wouldn't be me killing you now would it?” Vrixx questioned herself. Questioned her resolve. “This way you go out on my terms.”
Keygrin tried not to roll his eyes too noticeably as he tried to get up from the ground before collapsing to the ground again.
“Thrall’s balls, my leg’s busted! Gonna take me…” Keygrin paused to assess the damage to his prosthetic leg, noting it was beyond repair, “aw heck, gonna have ta build a whole new one.”
“You must’ve banged it on a rock or somethin in the water. We can probably find a stick or something…” Vrixx froze up, realizing who she was talking about helping here.
“Got one!” Keygrin held up a roughly ‘Y' shaped branch before using it as a makeshift crutch. “Ah’m good ta go.”
“Neither of you are going anywhere.” A low gravelly voice boomed from the tree line as a giant stone man stepped out approached them. “You'll do in the pit.”
Keygrin threw a rock at the mogu, striking him in the head to little effect. Vrixx started to weave a spell, but the old stone creature simply raised a hand and her fire bounced off harmlessly.
“Little fools. The power of the mogu is more than a match for the likes of you.” He laughed as he waved a hand, causing arcane chains to bind them. Another wave and glyphs glowed above their heads momentarily before fading from view. “And that will take care of your feeble magics. Come, you have rocks to break.”
