"Hup!"
The Quantumsurfer leapt backward and drew his green-transforming mace from his cloak mid-jump. As he landed, the mace morphed into something more suitable for fighting such a large opponent.
“Hey now hold up a second, alright? I just thought of a way-”
"-WHOAAA."
"...What?"
"WHAT DA BRIKHELL IZ DAT FING? ITS SO.... GREEN. KINDA BROOTAL TOO."
“Oh, you mean this thing?” Ken raised his transparent spear. “I got it during a really cool adven-”
"-HOW DID A "LIL YELLOW SKRUB LIKE YOU GET A HOLD OV SUCH A BROOTISH ARTIFACT?! WHO ARE YA?"
"I'm Ken, I';m a quantumsurfer, and other than the fact that this thing is pure
GT, I dunno what makes it Brootish. Now can you stop interrupting?"
Grimjaw grows silent, admiring the soft glow the
GT weapon gave off.
“Anyway,” Ken resumed, standing up but keeping the mace at the ready, “I think I know of a way that you can release some of that pent-up rage."
"Why not join me on my quest to kill a fuck-ton of pompous, peachy elves?”
Grimjaw furrowed his great brootal brow, “
WHAT? Why would I,
GRIMJAW GITGRABBA, help a wee little wimp like you?”
Ken takes in their surroundings and shrugs, “I mean, if you really wanna sit around in this vast wasteland for the rest of time, that’s totally fine with me-”
“-WAIT NOOO. I NEED TO GET OUTTA DIS BORIN' PLACE!”
Ken sighs. “Then you’ll join me?”
Grimjaw considers the minifig for a moment. He grunts, then turns toward a pile of scrap metal. He pulls a long piece of metal out with one might claw, and a thick slab of spiked steel with the other. He examines the two pieces before smashing them together. They seem to click into place as Grimjaw fashions himself a great warhammer nearly ten times the size of a minifig.
“Yes, Quan
dumbsurfer Ken,” he answers while turning back to the minifig. “I will join ya.”
“Excellent. Now that we’re at an agreement, we should probably find a way out of here,” Ken said, observing their barren surroundings yet again.
“Where did ya say youz waz going?”
“Medivo,” Ken answered curtly, “though more specifically the Evergreen Depths in the Upper Norselands.” He watched Grimjaw with wary eyes, still expecting the ex Warlord to try to squash him again at any moment. “Someone should still be waiting for me there I hope.”
“Medivo? I fink I sent a regiment ov my boyz to Medvio awhile ago.” Grimjaw snorts and turns around, taking a few lumbering steps away from Ken. “Da Evagreen Deafs, huh? Alrite. Stand back, ‘quandumbsurfa.”
Ken watched with an incredulous expression as Grimjaw Gitgrabba reached out away from himself with a single clawed hand. “What are you-”
FWWWWOOOSSSHHHHH
Without warning a great, fiery portal swirled open into existence where the palm of Grimjaw’s hand had been pointing.
“Neckstawp: da Evagreen Deafs,” smiled Grimjaw. Sure enough, as Ken stepped forward he could see a birds-eye view of the unmistakable sea of pines that was the very place he was trying to get to.
“How’d you do that?” He asked the brootal as he stepped around the warlord’s mechanical form.
“Jus’ a little sumfing we picked awp toward da start of Ragnablok,” Grimjaw explained with a grin wider yet. “I may ‘ave lost me status as bawss, but I still got plenty o’ trickz.”
“Right. Well, as convenient as that was, lets get a move on. I’m kind of afraid to learn just how long I’ve been away from home this time 'round."
“Bah, jus’ ‘cause I agreed ta come wiff ya, don’t mean you can bawss me around, ya little shite.”
“I can already tell this is gonna be a great partnership, Grimjaw. You’re
reaaaallly easy to get along with.”
(End Act 2)
