"Well, someone has to stay up and keep the fire lit. It'll help scare off any predators but at the same time someone needs to watch it to make sure no stray embers fly off and start a forest fire. Your definitely in no condition to do so either." Mek replied back as he handed him a blanket.
“I can’t exactly disagree with anything you said. Though... What kind of predators are you referring to?” Whiskey asked, wondering if true predators roamed the jungle or if there it was filled with the vile beasts that reek of sex.
"Let me think... Jaguars, boa constrictors, anacondas to name a few that concern me a teeny weeny bit."
This time, Rykerin neglected to prepare for the reactive blast and was forced backward, staggering and blinking frantically. "Arrrgghhh," he shouted panic surging through him. He raised his free hand and rubbed it across his face, as if his face was covered in oil. His sword was held up wardingly but also weak.
“I hate jungles.” Whiskey announces while bracing himself to stand. ”Nnngh-ah!” With a strained groan, the soldier managed to bring himself onto his feet. He was a little wobbly, but quickly regained his balance. “Perhaps the demons haven’t found their way here yet.”
"Eh...?" Mek said as he watched the man stand up. "Um... Yeah. You OK?"
(I thought Markus was the incarnation of Mek?
“Never felt better.” Whiskey explained before letting out a brief chuckle. Humour always helped alleviate some of the pain. “You looked a little confused? Was it something I said?”
"Ah, na... Just wondering why your suddenly standing up." He said, taking a step back.
As Rykerin was now weakened and vulnerable, the Paladin raised her sword one last time as she rushed forward and delivered a two handed strike against his blade, and in a weak state his blade would fly off to the side as he felt a steel boot slam into his chest before a sword was placed against his neck. "And the battle is over folks! Paladin Arinadale wins!" The announcer stated
What do you think?