[color=IndianRed]"ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!"[/color] Technically speaking, the small low-level slime had been lobbed at the tree. It managed to make a high-pitched squeak as it flew through the air, before hitting the tree with a loud splat. Splattering along the bark, it's HP going from 100 to 0 in an instant, it despawned and Moosie had a chance to go over and check, [color=IndianRed]"Uhg...crap."[/color] The jar of slime juice inside of it also shattering and became useless...this had to be the fifteenth one today!

Hearing the other hero's question, the half-orc warrior kicked some dirt over the broken jar and came running through the brush, out and over to the tiny human mage, [color=IndianRed]"S-slimes?! Where? I don't see any slimes...maybe we should move on to the next area, yeah, that's probably a good idea!"[/color]

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The gold slime splashed along the surface of the water, enjoying the sunshine and surf. It had to be one of the most terribly nice days out, so why not? Taking a dry, flat stone, the gold slime shot it across the surface, watching it skip over with pride. Brilliant! Always the most brilliant slime! Coming closer to the water, and peering down at it's own refection, [color=Gold]"...YES! Still the most handsome slime I've ever seen!"[/color] Humming to itself, clearly pleased, it picked up another stone to skip over the surface, unaware that the heroes were out on questing season.