Dacer looked Jeff in the eyes with his own emerald gaze, and summoned a bow from thin air. "Come on man, don't make me spell it out," Dacer groaned, looking back in the direction he came from.

"I need you to travel north for me. To Yivon city. Take the villagers with you. Look for a man named Ross, and tell him who you are, and that I'm the one who sent you," Dacer asked. "I don't know where this guy came from, but he's bad news-"

Before Dacer could explain any further, the massive man from earlier landed in front of them, slamming into the ground like a meteor.

"Go!" Dacer shouted, readying his bow again, "You'll get an explaination, I promise!"

Jeff nearly stumbled again from the guy landing once again but he did not let this be anymore cause of hesitation. He just merely nodded at Dacer and began to make a run for it with Dacer's words constantly echoing in his head. 'Is Dacer actually one of this Gaians... can this all be real? What kind of madness is this?!'

"I don't think so-" The yellow man shouted, immediately stomping his foot into the ground, "Spike Tempest!" Suddenly, yellow cones of energy surrounded every single one of the villagers, including Jeff, and paralyzed them. Dacer was too slow to dodge the cone that struck his left leg, which left him only partially paralyzed, but completely unable to fight. Dacer struggled to aim his bow, but his body was overtaken by the strange energy. Likewise, Jeff could not move at all. It was like a painless series of coursing lightning bolts that pulsed through his body and removed his ability to even wiggle his finger. "I'm a little dissapointed that worked!" The man taunted, moving his hands outward, "Should've just lead with that, seeing how you're so goddamn weak." He walked over to Dacer and picked him up by the throat with a widening smile. "Man, where do you get off challenging guys like me, ya little insect?"

"With a million." Dacer grunted bluntly.

"A million what?"

"A million times the brain power, ya big idiot..." That made the large man's smile disappear, but only for a second.

"Haha! Trying to make me mad, eh? Cute attempt, kid." He then lowered Dacer slightly, and moved his hand lower, to grab below his right elbow. "I don't like arrogant little ass-hats like you. You deserve a crash course on some manners,"

"Only some?" Dacer quipped, chuckling to himself, "I'm surprised at you, ya yellow idiot!" The large man grit his teeth. "If you're gunna talk a big game about manners, you should at least teach me al-" With a spin and a mighty toss, the huge man threw Dacer high into the sky, beyond the mountains to the south. The supposed Gaian spun around like a rag-doll and disappeared over the horizon in only a few seconds.

"Big mouthed fucker." The large man grunted, turning towards the villagers. He smiled and shrugged. "Yer all weak, aint'chya? Feh, go figure. There aint a decent challenge anywhere on this forsake clump of dirt."

'oh no oh noo' Jeff thought to himself as he did his best to struggle all he could. Of course there was little to no hope of getting free whatsoever but he couldn't help but try. Especially seeing his best friend treated like a rag doll right in front of his eyes. Upon seeing him launched skyward Jeff's heart sank. He could only suspect the worse from something like that. Powers or no powers.
Even with all the struggling Jeff could bailey mutter the words,
"Da....cer..I...I..mmm... ssoosssorrryyy..."

"Stop mutterin' ya little shit." The evil giant made his way over to Jeff and placed one of his boots on his head, holding back the urge to stomp him out. He frowned, the glow from his mouth fading and the golden light in his eyes lowering to a dim color. "I always have the bad fuckin' luck. I shoulda just stuck with Zelrian!" He grunted, pulling his boot off of Jeff's head. "It's always the pathetic little fucking tools! It's always weaklings! Nothing but ants! I want a challenge!" He looked down at Jeff and bent forward. "You worthless little runts... The boss is up in his fancy fuckin' study reading books, and what am I doin? I'm crushin' insects! There aint no rush in any of this!" He grunted again. "You are your little friend, you're all nothin' but filthy... Fuckin... TRASH-"

Trash... Yeah, I suppose that was a word used often to describe Jeff. Whether it be for his inventions or his many clumsy moments, time and time again the word trash would be used to describe him, and perhaps they were right on that regard, or so Jeff kept thinking as his heart sunk further and further from the man's insults until he finally hit the point of rock bottom where he felt ready to finally throw in the towel. At least that's what he thought. Afterall he wasn't just talking about him, but the many people here and especially his best friend who always up until this point, sarcastic witty insults and all, stood by him.
"No...."
Jeff could from deep inside him feel a power pulse from inside him as the wind began to stir past the trees slowly picking up velocity and cycling around him and the villagers.
"Dacer might have been a sarcastic jerk at times, but he definitely wasn't TRASH. NOR IS ANYONE ELSE HERE!"
The wind continued to pick up further as Jeff's voice rose, the force of the wind now slicing through some of the trees surrounding the area. Jeff at this point was struggling even more now and could slowly feel the electricity's grip on him weakening.
"If ANYONE here is TRASH! It's the blonde OAF who gets off thinking that picking on defenseless people is a good pastime! AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!!"
"DIE!!!!!!!!!" Jeff yelled as he broke free from the electricity with what seemed to be a huge burst of wind that pushed him out of it while launching him straight at the blonde man. Almost instinctively he then raised out a fist and aimed it at the man's chest and the wind followed it launching at the giant like an spiraling missile of wind blades ready to piece and slash right through him.

What was this now? This little twerp had the audacity to speak up to a man who just laid out his entire village in one stomp? "Issat so?" He groaned quietly, leaning in closer as Jeff began to shout with courageous vigor. He chuckled to himself, but when the wind around him began to whirl with Jeff as the epicenter, the giant's eyes looked down in confusion. "What in the-" Then Jeff moved quickly, faster than his target could react. His fist collided with his chest and launched him upwards, slicing at his rock-hard muscles like a flurry of knives. Small spurts of blood flew out and away from the impact point as he flew through the air. But the man didn't scream, nor did he grunt, or exhale with a fierce huff. He landed several feet away on his back, and lay motionless for a split second before he slowly rose to his feet.

Still silent, the huge man looked down at his sliced up chest. There was a spiral pattern etched into his skin, and it bled heavily, but he didn't seem too phased by it. The skin around his chest changed from a creamy color, to a dark grey tone, and the cuts began to seal one after another. But despite this, it left behind an imprint. Five lines of scarred flesh spinning towards his stomach's center remained, refusing to heal. He looked down, and then back up at Jeff. "900 years, nobody's been able to scar this solid bod, not even a little. And here," He stopped and disdainfully motioned towards Jeff with his entire right hand, shaking it up and down briefly in frustration, "This little fucking humie..." He stopped and dropped both hands at his sides. The skin around his stomach changed back to its creamy hue again, and his eyes lit up with fury. Below them, a devilish smile spanned his entire face, and he began walking towards Jeff at a steady pace.

"You little twerp... Heh..Hehehe..."

"what just happened...?" Jeff muttered quietly to himself as the rush of power that was bestowed upon for that one moment quickly sputtered to a stop and thus leaving him dazed and confused on what exactly just happened to him. Whatever it was seemed to actually make a moment dent on him, but even that seemed to not be even close to enough.
'well whatever that was, I need it again and fast! He seems pissed now!!!!'
Could he perhaps summon this power again? Jeff began waving his arms around as if he was trying to summon the wind like before, but to his not surprise, there was nothing this time. The fact that everything was starting to look like a blur didn't quiet help with that either he supposed. Jeff did his best to try and stand his grown but found himself stumbling back a bit, feeling really unsure of what he could do at this point. 'dangit....'

With moments between Jeff and his supposed executioner, he was left with no options. "Show me that again," he ordered. "DO IT!"

"I don't think I can..." Jeff said still surprised such power actually came out of him. As much as he wanted to continue wailing on and beating the shit out of this yellow jerk, it sadly was not really much of an option. "The whole thing was like a weird daze, something I've never done before until now. Heck I don't even know what that was let alone know how to control it."
'I mean was that wind something I was controlling or did I shoot out the wind or something in between the two?' The questions only made the dizziness in his head worse.

The giant cringed at Jeff's confusion. "You gotta be kidding me. Fine then, hold out on me!" He shouted, grabbing Jeff by his feet with both hands. "You'll learn quick, or you'll die!"

The huge man began to spin Jeff around, like a hammer, faster and faster until he was ready to let go. "Join your buddy in hell!" He shouted, releasing Jeff into the sky to the north. Jeff flew like a bullet, but quickly rag-dolled in mid-air as the winds overpowered his momentum. The huge man laughed and turned to the rest of the paralyzed Villagers with a bored grimace. "Might as well pop yeh," He groaned.

The villagers were all doomed. But Jeff? Well, he wasn't as doomed as he thought he was.

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Jeff passed through a state of darkness unlike any he had experienced before. It wasn't just a dream, or the feeling of utter exhaustion, Jeff was dying, and he could feel himself slipping into an endless void. But fate had other plans for the poor inventor.

A flash of light, and he was awake. Something was strange though. Most of his clothing had been stripped off, save for his underpants, and he was almost buried in tall grass that reached an inch above his head. Looking around him, he would notice several little puff-balls that danced on the tips of the grass. It was strange though, it's as if the little specks of poof were watching him with a powerful curiosity.

"Okay... It's official" Jeff said to himself with no other thoughts that could be made on this situation "I'm dead. No way in hell I survived that fall like that. Though I didn't imagine the afterlife to keep my underpants.."
Aside from saying those feelings Jeff just remained there laying on the ground really with no idea on what to do next from here. Surely everyone he knew was killed as well and once again he felt like an utter failure. With the feeling of grief he bailey even took note of the puff balls that were watching him and shook it off as some sort of crazy illusion his mind pondered up.

"Pachuufa?" One of the balled cooed curiously. It bounced across the blades of grass and landed on Jeff's shoulder. "Poofa Pachuufa?" Its words were calm, but made no sense to Jeff. It did however, begin to materialize a glowing blue arm of energy, smaller than Jeff's pinky finger. "Poofa Pachuufa??" He asked again, prodding Jeff's cheek with its semi-solid appendage.

Upon the thing landing and pokeing Jeff's shoulder, realization hit that these things were more then just Illusions. "Woah, okay! Okay! I get it, you're real!" Jeff said as he examined the thing poking his shoulder. At the very least the thing seemed pretty harmless, though he clearly had not idea what the hell it was saying.
Jeff slowly sat up doing his best to let the ball thing on his shoulder remain balanced on it. As surprised as he was that things like this existed, between everything that happened along with the fact of him still wondering if we was actually alive, he bailey has any real shocked reaction to show for them. Though at the very least these things left him feeling a tad curious.
"Do you know what I'm saying by chance?" Jeff asked the ball creatures, not expecting much of a response to the question, but thought the attempt would be worth a shot nonetheless.

The little puff on Jeff's shoulder leaped away on invisible legs, like it was flying, and stood on the grass in front of Jeff with its friends. "Yoom!" it hummed. It then pointed its ethereal little hand towards Jeff's bare chest. There were bandages wrapped around it, and dry blood stains, but if he were to remove them, all he would notice was a small scar near his belly. "Struu bella SHICK!" The puffball said excitedly.

Looking around, Jeff would notice he was actually in a large cave that was lit up by both his new little puffball friends, and a series of glowing plants that floated around him like air-bound jellyfish. There was an exit in front of him, and several huge mushrooms where the little jellyfish seemed to live.

"As I thought..." Jeff said upon confirming the language barrier that stood between him and these puffballs. Despite this it seemed these guy had at least a decent bit of intelligence, at least if they knew to bandage him. Though the fact that this was the worst of damage done to him from all of this was a godsend, perhaps the best bit of luck he's had in a while, though that is really a joke I suppose seeing how every villager that was left there was most likely not as likely.

Anyhow, moping all depressed like wasn't going to do him any good, so thus Jeff decided to keep his focus for now on learning more about where he is and perhaps see if he could find somebody to translate these creatures or at least somebody that spoke his native tongue. Oh that and clothes, Jeff thought to himself as he looked down for a moment remembering that all he has on was some slightly torn up underwear on. He wasn't found of the idea of walking around like this, but for now what little choice did he have? Not like he had much shame left anyhow. Thus Jeff began to walk out and explore around the village.

The little mushroom village was rather small. He poked around and found even more of the little puffs floating around the cave, and they all greeted him with one strange word or another. He looked around like this for a while until he found himself face to face with a strange silhouette blocking the only exit.

"Awake, Eh?" The figure said in a manly voice. He looked like he was awfully old, and as he stepped forward, using a cane as support, it was confirmed that this man was definitely a geezer. His beard reached the floor and covered his entire bottom half. Looking closer, he wasn't wearing any clothes at all! He was literally a walking pile of grey hair, with his hand, eyes and nose sticking out. "Cheery-o mate! A righteous fall you had, yes it was!"

Small village or not, Jeff could not help but find the entire society of theirs interesting. To think that such creatures existed in this world, he almost wanted to take some more time to study all of them and perhaps see abut figuring out a way to communicate though he wondered if there would be much point to it. After exploring a bit more, Jeff finally came across the old man whose beard covered his entire body.
'I guess shaving here isn't a found practice', he thought to himself. Though to be fair he did contemplate growing a beard himself a few times but never actually committed to the idea.

"oh, were you the one that saved me?" Jeff responded back to the old man politely. "If so, I thank for that."
Crazy beard or not, this guy seemed to be one who actually saved along with being the best bet on getting some answers around here.

"Ah think nothing of it! Though twasn't me who truly saved you, if I were to be honest. It was the Choofa! These little puffers were quick to rush to your aid when they'd seen you fall in the Choofa gorge!" The man explained. His hair moved with his head, but he was awfully hard to take seriously, looking like a giant wig with arms. "That fact that you survived such a long fall was extraordinary, but the Choofa seem awfully interested in your for some reason! They won't leave your side!"