Walking down the dense bushes, the Drewlin strode forth with its stubby legs, trying to find a bird nest, any nest, lying flat on the ground. Though it could craft crude nets and tools, its flimsy nature made it impossible for it to go beyond a meter in height, not to mention that just swinging it made the damn 'spear' lodge its broken tip right into its eyes!
Snarling in anger, the Drewlin slammed its spear (well, actually, more like a very sharp and pointy stick), nearly cracking it. Seeing that it was fine and not its stomach, it lifted its right, stubby leg above it, wanting to smash it into pieces. Just as it was about to succeed, it stopped, for it felt it...
The unmistakable stench of food
Laid haphazardly all over the ground, traces of BBQ rabbit could be seen coming from the dirt, its enticing aroma swooning then poor bloody bastard off its feet. Although it looked appetising, it knew better than most what this usually meant:
Hoomans were nearby
Curbing its instincts, it crept into a bush, hiding, waiting, watching, making sure that it was indeed 'trash' (hey, one man's trash is another man's treasure!). After what seemed like an eternity, the Drewling believed that it was safe. Ignoring its growling stomach, it grabbed ahold of the cooked head, and plopped itself into one of the many logs that littered the burnt-out campfire. Licking its dry lips, it glanced to its sides once more, and finding that there was nothing, opened its filthy, rotten mouth, intending to take a large bite into the skull of the Horny Rabbit.
Ah, sweet, sweet, pinky jelly- ACKKK!
Thwack!
An arrow lodged itself straight into its chest, crushing its heart as it travelled through the air. With one final glance at the savoury skull, it cursed the treacherous Hoomans one more time before the light in its eyes faded away...
Dang Hoomans, may the anger of the Shadow One hit you!
Emerging from the bushes, arrow still knocked, Mikano took a gander at the twitching Drewlin, unable to process how easy it was to kill it. "That's...it?"
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Twirling the last ear in his hand, Duval couldn't help but grin widely at the prospect of having accomplished their first Iron-rank mission with great ease. Whistling happily, he handed the ear back to Mikano, who promptly put it back into the bag, also grinning ear to ear. "Great, looks like I won't be a sex slave no more! Why Duval, looks like you can claim my virginity for yourself, hehehe..."
"Nah, if anything, you should be giving it to Natsuki bro, for without him and Miss Vylara, we wouldn't have been able to get the ears in record time at all! I mean, did you see the eyes of the four Drewlins as they had their heads lopped off? And they all thought that they would be able to overpower us with higher numbers..."
Laughing uproariously, Duval clutched his sides, still feeling tipsy after witnessing at how the Drewlins' expression changed quickly from menacing to shocked, all in the span of a few seconds. Meanwhile, the hero of said story, Natsuki, bashfully rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed at the embellishment of the story...
I mean, they were all in a massive orgy, and they were too busy screwing each other to mount a successful counterattack...
Vylara, meanwhile, just kept her usual poker face, except her eyes gleamed a few shades brighter...
"Hey, so, since you guys can't eat anything, how 'bout we show you-"
"HELPPPPP!!!"