The Bayou [Mission/Solo]

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[attr="class","idfc3"]O shit waddup!

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“YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS.”

It’d only been fifteen minutes later when the boy had located another bundle of the root-like mushrooms however just as he’d acquired them a fast and extremely sticky tongue had managed to cut through the branch he stood on. The pheromones seemed to be doing the trick a giant frog had adjusted himself on the swamp floor whipping it’s tongue to grab a hold of the child. For what? He didn’t care to find out.The boy had managed to move to another tree clinging against the main hull of the tree with a single hand. “Alright let’s play then.” The boy would slide down halfway propelling himself to a lower branch avoiding another dangerous expelling of the frog’s tongue. This time it's sticky saliva just managing to graze his hair leaving an unfair amount of glopping frog drool.

As the boy landed on the floor he’d look the slimy creature in it’s eyes cockiness overcoming him now. “I’ma name you Dat Boi.” The frog once again flung his tongue out wrapping it around the boy’s arm, but before the creature could reel him in lightning would flow through the tongue into main body of the creature. “Sparking Claws of the Lightning Dragon!” The voltage numbed the tongue but the boy's wasn't to kill the animal it. Keeping hold of the tongue the boy would make his way on the creatures back. “Hiyah!" No response. "Mush!" No response. "uh… hop?” with that the boy would expel a little more electricity into the animal’s tongue turned leash and the frog would leap high into the air before landing with a fairly sized splash. The boy smiled, maybe this trip wasn't so bad after all.

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[attr="class","idfc3"]The Return.

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Each time they were close, but no cigar. The bees whizzed past him often enough a number of them embedding themselves in trees stuck like darts some actually managing to drill through them. The force of their stingers would be impressive if they weren't aimed at him. The boy still had an impressive gain on them the spark trail he left often times disorienting the swarm. If it wasn't for the occasional tree monster attempting to strangle him, the boy would have long since outran the swarm. In the distance he could see some light past the trees, that alongside the slowing of the rain led the boy to believe he'd almost escaped from the swamp.

The boy bounced off the hull of another tree swinging entirely on another branch as this new tree began circling around the boy's body. The branch would twist itself around itself attempting to capture the boy this time managing to actually entrap one of his legs. The branch was too tight for the boy to pull free and for a second he thought it was over a stinger flying directly toward his face. The boy only closed his eyes until the pain came, until... it didn't. Instead a large snapping noise hit his eardrums, before a familiar ribbit. "O SHIT WHADDUP!" The child's grin was ear to ear. with another blast from Dat Boi's tongue the branch that'd so securely wrapped itself around the boy's leg had been snapped off. Appearing from the water a number of smaller, but still fairly large frogs would appear various tongues snatching a number of bees out of the sky until the remaining number of larger bugs decided to flee. "Dat boi you're a dad?." The giant frog would make another gurgling time staring at the boy, telling the boy to stay from him and his sons. Vyse still not fluent in frog wasn't particularly wise to the situation but he was pretty pleased with the turnout nonetheless, "I'll catch you later Dat Boi, next time I'll bring snaaacks for everyone!" And with a turn of his heel the boy had disappeared blasting forward once again.

Upon exiting the swamp Vyse was sticky, slimy, wet and smelled like he'd rolled around in mud for the last year and a half, but surprisingly enough the boy was satisfied, all that was left was to bring the ingredients to the chef, and punch Kin in his goddamn throat. All in all it could have been worse day.