Three figures, all dressed in black, like we all were in a Ninja movie, moved towards us.
"I tlak care!" Mejni said proudly, pulling his left arm out to stop me from moving onto the field, with the brattiest self-confidence.
He went down and put his paws on the grass in a position looking like the sprinters from the Summer Olympics.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He glanced back with a smile as his body started to gush out a yellow aura, and a bolt swooshed high at the heads of the three figures, with the heads rolling on the ground as I looked in shock at what I had just seen.
"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU DO THAT KIND OF SHIT EARLIER, YOU DAMN CAT!" And he sat down on the other side with closed eyes, smiling.
"Bandits...still not eliminated." The yellow box uttered.
This yellow box must be crazy, they can't be any more dead. A black smoke covered the bodies of the bandits and then disappeared, with freaking six bandits now instead of three, and a red bar appeared above their heads.
"Kill the new farmer!" One of them said, and they started moving toward me. I saw through a gap between them that Mejni gone down on the side, doing nothing and just looking with that damn ugly smile.
I entered the field and clenched my fists, ready to rumble, when my right fist caught black fire. It was not a big flame, as weak as before when we were in the camp. I rushed forward, throwing my whole body like a straight line, getting three of them down as I rolled towards Mejni, who did not look happy with me involving him in the fight.
"Get up your damn rodent!"
He took a deep breath like he was bored and climbed up on my right shoulder.
They closed in, and I made a quick jab to the left while leaving the other three to Mejni on the right, but that was not such a good idea, as I felt a kick hit me directly in the ear, and I rolled to the left to avoid more hits. Something I noticed was that the figures didn't have any eyes or a mouth. Did the hankie covering their head disappear after the smoke?
"What are you?"
They kept moving towards me, but there were two fewer of them than before. Did Mejni take care of them? I moved away to create some room for myself, imagining that I maybe, just maybe, could handle four of them. I reached the end of the right side of the field and balanced on the edge when one of them tried a straight kick, and I moved to the side, making it fall off the train. Three of them stood still; their heads were not even looking at me. The one in the middle took a couple of steps back as the text 'inventory' showed up, and a green ball appeared in the air in front of it. It made strange arm movements and aimed the ball in my direction.
I took a slight step to the left, and the front two attacked immediately, and both of them went high from both directions as I ducked, with both their shadow feet or whatever hitting each other. I thought I was such an awesome badass reading their movements. Suddenly, I felt immense pain on both sides of my rib cage as they had made a quick counter hit on both my sides. I still managed to counter when the fire on my palm moved down to my left foot as I made a round kick to the one on my right. It was in vain because, even after finishing my movement, I felt a kick on my back and lost balance, rolling forward in the same direction as my kick. I turned around, and this time I managed to read the lower-right kick as I raised my leg; the fire moved from my feet to my right fist. I countered with a punch, going through its chest, staring at me for a second before splitting the body into two, leaving my fist in the air like I was doing air fighting.
"Fuck!"
One figure made a high kick, raised my hand when a green ball of fire swoshed past me, hitting the two figures as they vanished in the green fire.
The ground was pitch black from where the green fireball came, and I noticed that crap inventory figure was the one who shot the fireball, destroying a small part of the field. The text appeared above its head again, this time with 'inventory', and it picked out a grey ball from the air.
"You need to hurry to plant the seeds before the sign appears. Deadline for the seeds getting planted is soon; you do not want to be a failed farmer, do you?" The yellow box said, as annoying as the white game box.
"While you are mentioning the seeds, where can I find them?"
"You have to ask the old farmer!" It said.
"What the Hell! Don't the bandits have a couple of them?" I asked it quickly before moving to the stairs.
"They have a couple of the seeds, but not all of them. That is why they are still here."
I noticed Mejni still fighting two of them, but he did not have the same spark as earlier; a little yellow smoke was coming out of his body. Huh, he isn't bragging now, that little prick. The figure I kicked down ran towards me as I noticed the grey ball was at 5 percent charge. I threw myself on the top of the stairs and swung myself down from it and opened the door, moving into the wagon. I heard the noise after me as I quickly moved to the next area and rushed to the old farmer. The door on the outside got kicked in as the figure hunting me was on its way. The older man's eyes were closed as a...fucking potato was moving around on his leg. I put two fingers on his throat to check quickly, and there was no pulse. I picked up the potato that was vibrating like it was talking, but it wasn't constant. I looked around for seeds, but there were none here when the door into the seating area crashed down. Can I not get a moment of rest and silence here? I quickly went through the pockets and found three small bags with different signs on them. It did look like the markings for which type of vegetables it was, maybe I was guessing. How the fuck should I know what this shit is? I put them in my inside pocket, and a high kick came towards me but got stuck on the pole connected to the seats, and I made a smirk at the figure, as it was a fairer playing ground now. A quick straight kick made it fall to the ground. I couldn't even tell which side was the front or back of the figure. If their reaction was to my movement, huh, they react to my movements. I put the potato down and hoped it would sometimes vibrate to attract the figure, and I prepared for a showdown, but I needed to hurry before the grey shitball would charge up. The tension was mounting as both went into a fighting position, and it made me think how weird it is to fight against something that doesn't speak or even have a face. Both of us moved at the same time.