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[u][b]Cuttersbury: Trail towards Drych Lake[/b][/u]

[i]"Bombs away!"[/i]

If the shrieks below were any indication, the Varren seemed much displeased by this new scent thrust into their tunnels. Unfortunately, gas having the property of expansion no matter how stinky it is, some of the smell wafted out of the holes. Aria had been standing besides one of the entrances and while she had leapt away at Trixie's warning, still managed to get a whiff and gagged, whipping open the fan she had been using to smack away Varrens to to try fan away the smell. 

Still, it looked as if the battle was over. They stood there, rather bewildered by the speed the creatures had retreated, not sure whether to relax or not. Just as she was about to drop her fighting stance, the ground exploded, sending many of them stumbling to the ground. Aria barely kept her footing, saved only by the dirt wall and the roots sticking out that she grabbed onto tightly. Others, such as poor Jett weren't so lucky and fell into the dirt. When the big Varren appeared she gaped openly.

"I- Am I really seeing this?" She shook her head in disbelief, squeezing her eyes shut and reopening them but the Varren was still there, pompadoured and dressed just like a certain bro. "It's not just me, right? That... Looks like Don?" Who knew that Varrens could style their spikes?