FairyAyla

Ayla stood in what was left of the Thriller cabin, anxiously fidgeting with her hair. “I should go help…” She whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she headed out of what was left of the cabin. The gurtle balrog thing, was still terrorizing the camp, smashing things and breathing fire. Ayla ran to the reck of once was the word war hut, now smash and burned to pieces. But plenty of weapons still lay in the broken wood and ashes. Why is everything made out of wood? Pretty much ALL of us set stuff on fire sometimes she thought as she picked up a sword from the rubble. Ayla went out to find Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, “Gurtle Turtle, Gurtle Turtle. Heh, good rhyme.” She murmured to herself. Gurtle Balrog was still burning and smashing things, in that cute little pirate hat. Where did he get pirate hat? Wait, Gurtle uses he/him pronouns, right? Ayla’s mind begane wondering again. Focus! She watched Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, STILL smashing and burning things, while other camper where trying to hit him with frying pans, or swords, or bows and arrows. Well, they’re not trying to HIT him with the bow part of bows and arrows, just the arrow part, she thought. Ayla charged at Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, aaaand, was knocked over and sent flying a bit, great. Well, that wasn’t really her current thought, even if it was, it was in the background for her main thought at moment (and what she was saying currently) was “AHHHHHHH WAHHHH AHHHHHHH ACKKKK OWWWWWWW” As she smashed into the ground “Ow ow ow ow, stupid stupid stupid, ow ow ow ow.” She cursed under breath as she slow got up. Her sword was no where to be seen, “Shoot, shoot, shoot!” She screamed, which turned out to be a horrible idea since then Gurtle Turtle the Balrog tried to SMASH her with his giant huge foot (Foot? Fin? Paw?), and she was just able to dash out of the way with her quick mantis legs, before his foot smashed into the ground, sending dirt and campers flying. “Wait, hang on” Ayla said to herself as she thought a moment “We don’t HAVE A MOMENT!” Screamed on camper, who was trying to smack Gurtle Turtle the Balrog with their frying pan. “My mantis legs! They’re dangerous!” Ayla said, now grinning evilly. Readying her mantis legs, she ran at the Gurtle Turtle Balrog, screaming, and slapped him with her sharp, bladed mantis legs. “HA!” She yelled as she slapped him.

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