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WHAT HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE IN OUTING #7


As soon as the Diablo Slayers were let into the Zone, they dispersed almost immediately - an apparent result of plenty of arguments they had when they lost Challenge #7. POSHER and DEMON SEED walked away together in a huff.

"I tell you, that senile guy gets on my nerves!," Posher mumbled.

"At least he sent his entry in. Unlike both of us who were slacking," DS mused thoughtfully.

Posher turned. "Listen, you dumbass, when you are with me you are supposed to agree with whatever I say. And don't...I mean DON'T...support those whom I hate. Kapisch?"

DS stared back, and nodded silently.

"Good. Now that I have made myself clear, I need to pee before those idiot Knights come running up my tail," Posher puffed his chest out and moved behind the nearest tree.

DS stared at the ground thoughtfully. Posher whistled carelessly as he unzipped behind the tree, and let it flow.


SCRUNCH!!!


The knife was savagely thrust into Posher's chest with a tremendous amount of force. The blade gleamed wickedly in the light and broke off from the handle as the stabber tried to pull it back. Posher was caught off-guard, and completely by surprise. He yelled and turned, but the stabber had vanished into the bushes by then.

DS came running. Posher started crying as he tried to pull the broken blade out.

"Goddamnit...shit!! Not this...not AGAIN!! SHIT IT HURTS!!" Posher roared.

"Will you stop moving and stay still? I cannot get the blade out if you keep hopping all over the place!" DS shouted at Posher exasperatingly.

"You ass! It hurts like a bitch!!"

"I bet it does. Now STOP moving about," DS knelt forward and slowly grabbed at the broken blade, carefully. Posher stopped moving for an instant, fighting back the sobs. DS held the blade tight between his fingers, and yanked it back out with a huge pull.

"AIIIIIIIIGGHHHHH!!" Posher fell down, grabbing at the open wound in-between loud sobs.

DS grabbed the last HP which Posher was carrying with himself, and quietly patched him up. He then took one long look at the sobbing Posher, and suppressed a sudden bout of laughter which had overcome his senses.


(To Be Continued...)