We're. Stuck. Here. [Nadene, Zuka vs. Granadillos]

Oh. Today was another one of those days, was it not? Where hardly anyone came by to give him company. So the bulky Guard Granidillo thought as he was curled up.

Hot water, warm steam, the Granadillo wished he could enjoy a little bit of R&R while guarding the area. Well, then again, he was a rocky beast, so the water might not do wonders for his skin; but, regardless, anything was better than having to curl up and act like a rock. It was no easy job, after all. Having to keep basically still and keep the breathing to a minimum. Nope. Not a easy job at all. How in the world did the Gamemakers come up with these beasts and not think for a second that having to act like boulders was a nice thing, Riccardo would never understand. A job was a job; he might as well do it for the entrails.

Oh, those glorious entrails. He didn't so much to eat them; he just liked looking at them. They did look like twisting hot dogs to him, and that got him drooling for food. (Ever a wonder that no female Guard Granadillo did not want to approach this male, especially when he thought about possible children and showing him his collection). That was really all he could think about these days while pretending to be a boulder: entrails, children, and what would Frankie screw up today.

Riccardo decided to take a breather from his stiffening position. As he uncurled himself and yawned a low one, the bulky Granadillo saw a sight for sore eyes: possibilities to see entrails worthy opponents for his blunt attacks. Well finally he got something to do other than keep Frankie company and be a fake piece of scenery.

He grunted to the other Granadillo quietly and started to make his way to the two tall beings. From time to time, he would shift from walking to his rock-like position, in hope to sneak up on them as discreetly as can be. When he got within reach, Riccardo let out a growl and threw a fist at the closest human.

[Attacks Nadene (Rocky fist/Blunt)]
[dice=200+7000]
Bruised Right Collar Bone - 2.0

Frankie always had fun pretending to be a boulder. This way, he could enjoy all the things Riccardo did out of spite for the job. He actually really liked Riccardo's personality - found it funny, charming, and a bit crude - and that was why he always laughed at the bulky Granadillo's grunts of disgust.--- Well, anything he did, in reality. Everything that Riccardo did, to Frankie, was absolutely hilarious.

Where else would he get his entertainment? Certainly not from the other muttations. All they tried to do was be serious and not pay a heed to the boulder-like mutts. That was no fun. Frankie, then, liked Riccardo to be his joy.

Oh. Riccardo was on the move. Frankie could hear him shifting unusually; also, the Granadillo had grunted to him. It was go time!

Frankie hastily shifted to his walking position. Unlike his partner, he tried to lumber on over to the beings. To his unfortunate - and perhaps somewhat fortunate - dismay, his coordination was lacking. By being too speedy and reaching near the beings at a rate that did not approve of his movement, Frankie tripped over his own feet and was sent rolling towards his prey. He cried out in utter horror as he had no control of his rolling.

[Attacks (reluctantly) Zuka (Rolling Body/Blunt)]
[dice=200+7000]
Broken Right Shin - 7.0

Upon seeing his companion rolling uncontrollably at the beings, Riccardo wanted to grunt and shake his head in disapproval. Here was the first screw-up of the day.

Well, now, perhaps Frankie did not completely mess up after all. When he heard that delicious sound of cracking to his ears, Riccardo had gained newfound appreciation for his companion. Sure, he did trip on his feet and send himself rolling like an idiot, but, hey, a cracked body part was a cracked body part. Maybe if Frankie kept this up, the bulky Granadillo would see entrails soon. That was always a plus in his book. There were other times that his partner was not as desirable - such as when he chased away the Words from the area that one time - but not here.

But oh Gamemaker, if he laughed just once because of what Riccardo did, he was going to get it after the fight. Sure, he would say he had somewhat gotten used to that stupid laugh, but Riccardo was not pleased by how it sounded. By the Gamemakers above, it sounded like a swan dying its last breath: honk, honk, honk. At first, the laugh was unbearable; but, from now on, the tolerance to the cackles could only get better. Riccardo just had to believe that there was something good on the other side: grass that was not spiky from his end. Good grief.

Riccardo was a bit disappointed in himself. He had only left a bruising to his opponent, and the ever-so clumsy Frankie got a broken bone from his tripping. What a shame. Riccardo had thought he had landed a good punch on the being. He would just have to do better - to stand up to Frankie's glorious hour.

Oh gosh. Was he liking Frankie now? That would be terrible! Liking a clumsy, honking oaf! No way! Riccardo went for another hit on his being, another punch.

[Attack Nadene (Rocky fist/Blunt)]
[dice=200+7000]
Gash/Bruised Right Femur - 4.0

If rolling to the opponent was not disorientating, Frankie did not know what was. All the blues of the sky and the browns of the earth had gotten him sick of the colors; yet, when he had stopped being a blundering idiot, he was so glad. Instead of shaking Riccardo shaking his head as usual, he seemed to be proud of Frankie's work. When Frankie looked over at his being, he could see why he would be proud. Whatever he did, he seemed to have distorted the being's shin. Now if that was not something, he did not know what was.

He could know see what Riccardo did, but he did see that his partner went for another punch. For some reason, that made him crack up laughing, a mixture of grunts and growls. He did not know what it was; everything that Riccardo did was just so funny! He could just imagine himself red as a rose and then turning blue from suffocation. Frankie was so amused.

But when he received a glare from Riccardo, he threw his head down and frowned. Now he was in trouble. Frankie kind of wanted to cry, for it seemed he already lost the respect Riccardo gave him for the rolling attack earlier. He was actually wrong, but that did not stop him from feeling hurt.

Instead of wallowing in his pain, Frankie went for a thrusting kick at his being, even if he did fall down again for losing balance. Oh, Riccardo must have been looking down on him in shame. Who would want a partner like Frankie?

[Attacks Zuka (Rocky leg/Blunt)]
[dice=200+7000]
Miss - 0.0

Frankie had thrown his punch downwards, and he heard another crack. Score! His being was being riddled with broken bones now. Soon enough, they would have this death in the bag. He was so certain. If that was the case, Riccardo would be so proud of his achievements; he was getting Lady Luck's favor by having the good hits while his partner was getting the weaker ones. If there was a time that he would try to console his superior, he would. They were allies, after all. Allies were friends, right?

To his misfortune, Frankie was so caught up in thoughts that he did not immediately see the blow that was heading straight for his head. When he turned to watch the blade coming for him, he had widened his eyes. Now here was an attack that would most certainly kill him in his most vulnerable spot. Despite being rocky creatures, they were not protected from slashes. Frankie grunted out a weeping growl. No longer would he be able to laugh at Riccardo's frustrations, and that was such a fun time.

He supposed that he should laugh one more time before he had to go.

The Granadillo could feel the metal slide into his ear, and he wanted to cry out from the swift pain; however, Frankie tried to laugh, in hopes to ease Riccardo - if he even cared. The smaller of the mutts could never tell if the bulkier one did even show concern in the slightest, but that did not matter. Nothing mattered at the moment. He was dying anyways. Best to leave this world with some fun.

Frankie fell onto his back and let out a single howling laugh before becoming still. No smile was going to be planted on his corpse; it had already turned into a gaping frown.

The end for Frankie the Guard Granadillo

What had happened? Riccardo had just missed when he heard one of those stupid laughs Frankie was known for. The bulkier Granadillo turned to where the partner was in order to scold him, but he found nothing to scold at. Instead, he creased his brows upwards. Frankie was on the floor, his arms open as a butterfly, gaping his mouth open.

Was this death? Riccardo took a quick glance all over. How could he have died? He was just fine not a moment ago. He was laughing alright! What? How? That was when Riccardo saw the crimson liquid oozing out of his ear, dripping onto the dirt.

Now the smell of blood made him sick. Riccardo wished he could have lumbered on over there and hug Frankie's body - he had the emotional capacity to do so - but he was also caught up in rage for the killing being.

He just wanted to see some entrails! How dare this being kill his partner for their self-defense. Riccardo snarled with his mouth closed, shooting glares at the beings. Frankie might have been an annoying nuisance at some point in his life; but, now, even his irritating laughter would have been some comfort, would have been a gift to Riccardo.

Frankie was gone; Riccardo was caught up in a storm of fiery hatred.

Now. Now, he was switching targets. No being shall ever touch his partners - if he was going to have more - again. No being will not suffer his consuming rage.

Riccardo roared, performing a charging attack on the being that killed Frankie, hot in madness.

[Attacks Zuka (Charge/Blunt)]
[dice=200+7000]
Bruised Left Shin - 2.0