@skyloftian-nutcase here you go, mashup stuff (I hope you like angst LOL). I saw a line in the one you did recently with Mask and Chime where Chime briefly remembered fighting the FD and I’d been thinking about them fighting anyway and... well. My mind went wild lol, I hope you enjoy.
Also I think I’ve said it before but just in case, congrats on the paramedic stuff!!! You’re super awesome Skye <3
It’s hot, it’s sandy, the sun and his sweat both get in his eyes in equal amounts, and no mater how much water he drinks, he feels endlessly thirsty. They aren’t even properly in it yet, just near the border, but despite the setting sun it’s still hot and miserable and Mask hates it.
A bulblin screeches in his face, and Mask slams his shield against it, panting as he stabs it in the chest and watches it disappear into smoke.
The captain is somewhere nearby, Mask seeing occasional flashes of blue from his scarf, but they’re both focused on the fight, trying to take out this particular nest of beasts.
It’s been a rough battle, but not an impossible one, and a part of Mask feels invigorated by the whole thing, even past his annoyance at the gross hot desert. A grin pulls at his cheeks as he takes out another several bulblins, and he runs to go take out a shield moblin that’s stationed nearby, his sword sinking deep into fleshy pink skin.
It snarls and swings its spear at him, but Mask is ready, and he backflips away from it, darting in fast and slashing at the moblin’s back. A few more hits knock it down, and the forces it was commanding largely scatter, a few stubborn bulblins remaining that Mask quickly takes out.
It’s good to be back here again.
