[Discontinued] The Things Left

12. Fox And Pig Stalked By Local Cat

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Before saying their goodbyes, he stopped to ask about Schlatt since no one seemed to want to give any concrete answers. Even in the short time he knew Techno, he knew that directness was a beneficiary skill. He asked, rather bluntly. There wasn't much beating around the bush, and the camp was getting closer with every step.

Techno stopped with a chuckle, his axe appearing in his hand. He stopped too, a few steps in front of him. They faced each other, and he watched him swing the axe so effortlessly. A menace in his right. The axe bit, sharp enough to reflect the morning sun, graze his neck so closely and carefully calculated. His gaze went up, looking at him face to face, gulping.

"Listen, I know you want to see Schlatt, and I get it, you have questions and he has answers. I don't know why you are so obsessed with him, because it's kinda weird to go look for him when Wilbur is still waiting to talk. Anyways, not my family problem, well, it is but whatever. I get it, the trauma and all those feelings. Must be hard to deal with." Techno rambled a little, shrugging and gesturing vaguely, everytime bring the bit closer or further from cutting. Even though it was easy, Fundy could've just stepped back, but where's the fun in that? His grip on the handle was secure, and he never attacked unless a reason was given. Funny, how that could change so quickly in such a short time.

"Uh, I'm both terrified and- Intrigued! Really! Hah, man, you give great talks. Maybe next time we can don't have to include the axe?" He smiled nervously, raising his hands by his side to appear innocent and not a threat. "Techno?"

He called, panicking a moment when he saw him pick up something. His beating-heart was deafening, but soon he heard the sound too. Sticks breaking and dry leaves crushed under weight. His ears perked, twitching in curiosity of the direction of the sound. He didn't even notice the axe swinging away. It had been so long he didn't remember the footsteps. But he knew a hostile face.

"Who's there?" Fundy asked, knowing Techno wasn't one with words when it came to attacking or the likes. He ignored his sword, choosing his axe just because. On his right, Techno's left, came another sound. "You don't want to anger the Blade, just saying." He threw that out, in hopes to scare whoever it was.

Silence.

They stared at the spot. Fundy glancing at Techno, unsure of what to do. He was about to open his mouth to speak again, but Techno was much quicker. The arrow blazed in flames was gone before he saw the enchanted bow. It hit close to their intruder, for more noise came.

"Warning shot," Techno declared. He already had another arrow ready, the string tense.

"Don't shoot," a voice called out, the body following after. His walk was graceful, calculated. He raised his hands, with a mocking smile. He studied the two in front, knowing them very well. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and mystery. "Cats only have nine lives after all."

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[So we're both alive... Kinda?]