>>14934317"What in the world is he doing...?" mumbles Miss from her safety-spot afar. The sight of watching leaves cut your face like razors cutting middle-aged men's beards is a harsh one.
"FROAKIE, GO! Play back-up while I heal my mouth!....dammitthishurtslikefuck.."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMRh3pIctaILicking your mouth, you taste blood and nothing but it. Froakie knows what's up though, since he's a Broakie and whatnot. He appears in a shower of flamboyant sparkles, showing his might off to the tiny Flabebes.
"Froak, froak, FROAKI!"
Abraham turns to the Montahues, "Quickly men, Razor Leaf that amphibian until his hymen is exposed and shredded to pieces! A watery grave shall be drawn, thy grave of this frog!"
Sampson smacks Gregory lightly, "Keep your position in check, Gregory! Do not strike, for instead we lurk in the shadows, moving only when the frog is down, and Montahues devastatingly weakened, we move for the kill then!"
The Captulips retreat as Froakie runs around the field, dodging constant Razor Leaf attacks from the opposing Montahues. Grass. His worst enemy. He hates the grass as much as you hate razors.
"Froakie, use the frubbs!"
The frog nods with a croak and sticks his hands in his white bubbly goop, flinging it at the Flabebes. It's a well known fact that the power of the almighty frubbles block Razor Leaf since they're typeless projectiles.
"Huh?! What sorcery doth this be?!" Abraham growls, his leaves stopped right in their tracks by foam. The other Captulips are also stopped, and the fight soon turns in your favor.
A) Someone of higher authority comes to interrupt the battle.
B) Force the two households to make nicelike.
C) Give them all a good pounding.
