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It had only been by pure luck that Owl had gotten his saber out in time and been able to deflect the blow of what looked like an oncoming warrior woman with a glistening gem on her body. Yells of “fusion” and “traitor!” rang through the air as more enraged amazonian women closed in around him. There were others too who were fighting against them, but every time one of them was struck, their body vanished in a cloud of mist, leaving only a gem behind.
“Ohh dear, what have I gotten myself into?!” Owl asked aloud and yelped as an orange ax blade narrowly missed the tip of his nose.
Then, for a split second, the fellow felt a presence he could only reach in his deepest meditations. The consciousness of Lunas, his bond partner, reached out and he could almost feel them guiding his hands as he opened a circular portal in front of him and leapt into it. The fellow tumbled forward, his glasses knocked eschew, and quickly closed the portal behind him closed before the furious combatants could follow.
Panting slightly, the fellow straightened up and turned to go when he saw a large pink figure before him. It was a woman with large, pink curls draped across her shoulders and down her back, a large pink shield and sword, and a glistening pink gem on her belly.
‘Oh dear,’ Owl thought and swallowed. Was she going to attack him like the others? Or would he be able to negotiate his way out?
“Ah, hello there,” he stammered nervously, raising his hands as he took a step back. “I— you might not believe me but I sincerely do not wish to fight. I don’t know what kind of conflict is going on but I would very much like not to be a part of it.”