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[b][u]Outside Thaum[/b][/u]
“Are we there yet?” Lute was still rubbing the spot where Atlas’s fist connected with his shoulder. Remind him again why people punch each other? Maybe it was a personal preference. He never saw Atlas punch Robin. On the contrary, Robin loved punching Atlas, especially when he landed in trouble. So, Robin punches Atlas, Atlas punches Lute, and Lute punches whom? Jeff?
The virtuoso broke into a run when Atlas hunted down the creature doggedly; the magician kept flash stepping and Lute kept getting stuck in mud, so by the time he caught up to his friend Atlas was already planted face down on the ground beside the summoner. [i]Not to mention the paparazzi fox was now upgraded into a gigantic one with large scissors.[/i]
Lute grabbed Atlas by the collar and pulled him up. “Those are sharp scissors. Wow. Look, the blades are [i]shining[/i]!” He laughed nervously and his eyes flicked to the side, assessing the surroundings. No good, the mud was going to prevent speedy movement (for him, at least) and the rain… The rain was, well…

[i]“FISH??”[/i]
“Wait, what?” Lute looked up at the sky and was rewarded with a heavy weight suddenly pressing down on his face. He fell down on his back just smack on a mud puddle, sending drops and chunks of wet dirt flying around as his fingers clutched about the thing in vain, slipping again and again on the slimy skin of whatever it was- “[i]Oh[/i], there, got it.”

The relief of seeing what landed on him was short-lived.

“Holy shi- No! You’re supposed to be [i]stomach goop[/i] now!,” Lute yelped and threw the blobfish away, crawling backwards as it landed back in the mini mud pond. The blobfish began…[i]Moaning[/i] with that anguished expression on his/her face. “I didn’t have a choice!” He screeched (yet again) in reply. Great, now this was turning into a teenage drama, like what, The [i]Blobfish and I[/i]: [i]a Wretched Tale of Love between a Klutz and a Blobfish of Unknown Sexual Orientation[/i]. What a hit it would be! Lute felt like fainting all of a sudden. He probably would have if Atlas hadn’t grabbed him by the collar (copycat) and reminded him of the fox. 

“[i]’No running’[/i]!? No running!? Okay! Aight, you’re coming with me! I’m going to make up for my failure!” He said in a determined manner and picked the blobfish up, tucked it under one arm then unsheathed his sword. “Dellie? Okay, thanks. [b]HEY![/b]” Lute’s voice echoed throughout the area, and he waved his sword in the air to get the fox’s attention. 
“[b]WIMP![/b]” It wouldn’t look. “[b]YOUR FUR SUCKS! LIKE WHO HAS THAT OCHER HUE NOWADAYS ANYWAY!?[/b]” Nada. “[b]OKAY, WELL YOUR CAMERA SUCKS! BIG TIME! I HAVE A GRANDMOTHER WHO COULD MAKE A BETTER ONE![/b]” 

[b]That[/b] caught its attention. The fox turned towards the virtuoso, its teeth bared back into a snarl (wow offended much?), leaving it open to attacks from its blind side.