binghe fights sqh and he gives no indication at being powerful or with martial ability. he realises his mistake in approach. sqh makes himself small, pathetic, and easy to bully so that he is underestimated and ignored. fighting a PERSON will only increase that. well thats fine. mobei he's gonna toss ur human into a deathmatch against beasts rq ok? u wanna watch? if he gets too out of his depth you can step in he wont stop you but he knows you ALSO want to know what that little THANG is capeable of. nature doc mobei and binghe watching sqh in some demon forest. the wild qinghua, pressured out of its natural habitat. without greater predators to form symbiotic relationships with he must fend for himself. there comes the sunburst scorpion tailed bear goat- we shall soon see how the qinghua- OH HOLY SHIT HE RIPPED ITS HEAD OFF MOBEI YOUR SCRUNKLY RIPPED ITS GODDAMN HEAD OFF
THEYRE TAKING HIM OUT OF HIS NATURAL HABITAT AND SPYING ON HIM OH this is good
He didn't know he was capable of it either
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Lost in the Woods (dp x dc)
"Why are we here again?" Tucker asked as he rearranged his backpack straps.
"Because you lost a bet and Gotham Woods are my best chance of seeing a real satanic ritual," Sam answered.
“Hey, no,” Danny protested. “We said no spooky business. This is strictly for fun.”
“Fun,” Tucker repeated, dryly. “This is how most horror movies start, you know. Camping in the woods at night.”
“I highly doubt there’s any serial killer out there,” the halfa soothed. “I checked the news. There are no escape convicts right now.”
“The Riddler’s out,” Sam refuted.
“Can you imagine that pasty twig-man willingly trudging through the woods though?” Danny asked.
“I probably go out more often than him,” Tucker conceded.
“Which means we’re all good,” Danny concluded.
The trio walked a bit further before reaching the spot they had brought the rest of their bags and dropped their heavy backpacks beside it. Tucker fell down beside them before raising a hand to chase away a mosquito that was buzzing around.
“I hate this already,” he whined as he tried to smack the bug.
“Get up,” Sam said as she nudged him with her foot. “We gotta get the tent up.”
With a groan, he stood up and they got to work on the tent. It didn’t take very long, thanks to Danny’s experience in pitching Fenton Work tents, which had come from the numerous times his family had gone camping.
“What now?” The halfa asked.
“Why don’t we walk around a little?” Sam suggested.
“Can’t we take a minute to breathe?” Tucker complained.
“It’ll be fun,” Danny encouraged his friend as he offered a hand getting to his feet again.
"I'm beginning to think you don't know what that means."
They grabbed some water and snacks before setting towards one of the closest hiking trails. It was supposed to be an easy quick walk, but as time went on the path became more and more wild and overgrown, they started doubting the way. By the time they had stopped, the path was now nonexistent.
“We’re lost,” Tucker said. “The sun is setting and we’re lost in the creepy satanic woods.”
“First of all,” Sam started. “I have a compass, and second, we have Danny. We’ll be fine.”
“Oh I see how it is,” the halfa dramatically said. “You guys are just using me for my powers.”
Before the goth could make a proper answer to that, Tucker shushed them both before dragging them towards some thick bushes. A few moments later they could see two men in long robes carrying a third, unconscious man in a black and blue outfit.
“Those goddamned bats,” one of the ones wearing cultist robes said as he struggled to carry the unconscious man’s legs.
“Shut up and move faster,” the other cultist said. “The Grandmaster said to get him to the Barn before sundown.”
“I’m trying my best here,” the first one said. “Those robes don’t exactly make it easy.”
“They’re ceremonial!”
“Right now they’re a ceremonial pain in my butt,” the first cultist retorted which made the other sputter.
As they moved passed the three teens’ hiding spot, their voices faded in the distance. The ensuing silence was broken by Sam's “Dibs on any skulls when we raid the evil lair”.
“Why can we never have normal vacations?” Danny mumbled as he let his face fall in his hands.
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