#A Fabricated Lore - Uprooted
…Sparkles? Cue an eyebrow twitch that was entirely uncharacteristic of his person; though then again, so was this entire mess of a situation that would probably result in them losing a few limbs.
Or in his case, all, if not some of his lives and that simply wouldn’t do.
“Well…” Trailing off, Minato gave their make-shift prison a cursory glance (as well as he could from his amulet-tinged vantage point). Ghostwood was an exceptionally resilient sort of wood, though he doubted any troll could get their grubby hands on the trees that grew on Borei no Sangaku.
Which meant they could take their chances. “I could get us out of here if you manage to distract it somehow.” He quipped. Formless as he may be, he could still muster enough energy from the air since that was his natural element - he just needed time because the clan amulet restricted his essence to a bare minimum.
Seeing as how insults happened to be the miniature blonde’s forte though, maybe they could pull it off.
Maybe. Either that or they end up as dinner.
“Oi booger face!!” her chibi pitched hollering waited not even for him to finish and she was at it. Mission distract Mr Fat and Ugly? She was the right warlock for it!
...and when the creature was too slow to response to her insult...
It was a matter of pride now!
“Stop ignoring me, you squid drool covered Flarkmop!!” Her reserve of insults was endless, after all.
Oh how she missed her magical amulets. Stupid whiskered floof-ling and his need to take all the fun things away from her. If only she had her fire amulet, the termite brain would have been a giant roast by now. But noooo....
And just her luck, the only amulet she had managed to get her hands across - the one that was being flung in every direction as she shoot her fist in the direction of the stink pile- was only good at glittering.
