A phantasy script.

The second script of the phantasy story.

 G. M: This should prove to be interesting. Both use the same weapon first off then use whatever they want afterwards.

 F. N: Wait, so this isn’t a normal fight of scythe’s then?

 Berd: I think Jokesum has the upper hand though. His mag is more powerful since I last met him.

Both android’s glare at each other as they both grasp the handles of their scythes, suddenly Jokesum flies at Kireek with a straight forward charge of an attack that slams against the handle of Kireek’s scythe.

Kireek chuckles and shoves Jokesum back and then slices diagonally at his foe, but as he does this Jokesum rolls out of the way and slams the end of his scythes  handle against Kireek’s face causing big damage. Kireek takes his left hand off of his scythe just to clench his face and then holds his scythe again in his hand and jumps above Jokesum and slams down hard upon Jokesum’s scythe, breaking Jokesum’s scythe.

Jokesum slides back from Kireek’s attack and drops the useless parts of the scythe. Jokesum shakes his head at Kireek and then takes out his Justy. Justy, the rifle weapon, is a legendary of its type and has the built-in ability to take ¼ of any enemies’ health, apart from bosses.

Clicking his left fist in anger, Kireek leaps in the air backwards, but then, stabbing his scythe into the ground to act as a pole, he launches himself towards the forest boss arena teleporter.

 Jokesum: Look, hunter friends, this is the end fight. After this, Kireek will be no more. Either that or I will be killed by the murderer of thousands. But anyway, you guys should get off of Ragol. I can’t bear the burden of you guys getting injured by Kireek as well as looking out for myself.

 General Mood: I know, but I’m still coming with you. If just for experience points that I could receive from the enemies that are in the same room as you two.

 Fylec Nodwu: Plus, you’re in our group Jokesum. You can’t not let us watch, at least.

 Berd: I’d do it for the experience; you know this Joker, mate.

 With his friends agreeing that Jokesum would be not alone in going through Ragol, Jokesum nodded his head, turned around, and began climbing up the wall towards the boss arena. His friends following him.

 G. M: What I don’t understand is, why would Black Paper train you up Jokesum? I mean surely he couldn’t have thought that you would join his killing side.

 Jokesum: What is for sure is that what he has done in the past, will be what he dies for. And nothing good that he could possibly do in the future, if he has one, will not erase the past murders.

 F. N: I’m still going to do that signage thing, Jokesum. There isn’t any way that he could take that away from me.

 Berd: Wait. You have his signage? That’s so awesome dude! Did you see the giant gash he left in forest one? Man I was metaphorically crapping myself!

 G. M: It appears that he is waiting for us.

 Leaning next to the boss arena teleporter, a waiting Kireek stood. Glaring his eyes at Jokesum and his friends, Kireek then walks into the teleporter to the boss arena.

 Jokesum: Everybody in the boss arena teleporter, now!

 Jumping up the ledge of the cliff they were on, the team of hunters all rush towards the teleporter and enter it just as it closes behind them all.

 F. N: Why is it that I get the feeling that we’re in the dittoed situation that we were in, in the caves?

G. M: Fylec does have a point Jokesum. This is of the Ice Dragons arena, and yet, the ground seems like it is of the Dragons arena.