A Brawl Stars Story

Forecoming Danger

"What?!" Colt said. Shelly nodded. Poco shook his head. "Tara *did* say, I heard," Shelly confirmed.
"Are you absolutely sure? The Tavern was really full and super loud," Poco asked.
"I know what I heard," Shelly sternly replied.
"Next thing, what are we gonna do about it?"
Colt stated.
Just then, there was a knock at the window. Aaah!
Colt ran to the window and pushed it open all the way. "What the heck are you doing at my window? You gave us a start."
"Just passing through," the dark-skinned girl with violet hair climbed in through the window, holding brightly coloured blossoms and thrusting them into Colt's hand. After climbing in, she snatched the flowers back and placed them in her backpack with Steve. "Hi," Poco blandly waved a boney hand.
"What are you doing here Rosa?" Shelly asked.
"I'm here to help," Rosa answered.
"With what?"
"Your situation,"
"What situation?"
"Aaah, shush and let me explain," Rosa plonked herself down on a seat, the one Colt was sitting on moments before. Colt sat on the rickety broken chair, waiting for Rosa to explain.

"Last night, the future-telling woman..."
"Tara," Colt blurted out.
"Yes and she came when I was still settling in to my new house. Didn't have that much belongings anyways so it didn't matter. She told me to go to her house with her. Pretty run down I tell....."
"Get to the main point," Colt interrupted.
"Colt! If you interrupt her, it's take her longer to tell us," Shelly scolded.
"Thanks Shelly. Anyways we sat down and she took out these playing cards. She looked at them and they shimmered a purplish glittery glow. She then said all us brawlers were going to be in great danger and it would possibly happen this month and every minute, she was more certain," Rosa explained.
"Anything else?" Colt scribbled on his notepad.
"That we would need a lot of people to fight this danger or we may never see the light again," Rosa added.
"How many brawlers do we have?" Poco asked.
"24, add Rosa is 25," Shelly calculated.
"Dammit, not enough," Rosa slammed her leg with her fist.
"What do you mean?" Colt wrote down her words.
"Tara said we'd need at least 100 of us or something," Rosa told them.
"What makes her say that?" Poco asked Rosa.
"She checked her cards again when I asked that question. She doesn't think we're all that strong......enough that is," Rosa frowned.
"Well, Gracias. For helping us," Shelly straightened her bandana.
"Well I think we should train all our fighters, even the young uns," Colt suggesting, thinking about Jessie.
"Great idea," Poco said.
After they spread the news to fellow brawlers and had a meeting at Town Hall the next day.

"I suggest we use the plains just outside Brawl Town,"
"How about in my backyard?"
"Just let the young ones get killed,"
"That's stupid, let them win!"
"What if we all die?"
"This is disastrous!"
"Shush everyone!!!" Shelly bellowed to all the brawlers.
"I think the plains would be a good idea,"
"We should create a mini school to teach us all different aspects......"
"Shut up!"
"...... And build up our knowledge and fighting strengths."
"QUIET!" Colt yelled.
"Who said that amazing idea, of ya know, aspects and knowledge and school?" Poco asked the crowd.
"Speak up!" Colt instructed.
A man with an eagle mask stepped forward, with a long bow in his hand, arrows tethered in a sack on his back. His long black plait swished side to side as he walked up to the pointy rock. "I am Bo. I fight for my ancestors," the man grumbled with his extremely deep voice.
"Repeat your idea please," Poco told him.

"We use that ginormous building over there in the mountains," Bo pointed far beyond the horizon, "and ask the Retropolis Residents if we can use it with them. They currently use it as a school so we'd be able to teach all the brawlers and any fighters from Retropolis of the danger forecoming." The crowds of brawlers cheered for Bo and his well-thought out plan. "Get everyone packed and ready to travel to Retropolis because it is quite far. Who had been there?" Shelly concluded. A few people put up their hands, "please come to my house at 6pm to discuss a plan."