… which is post some hesitant stuff and use the comments, good and bad, as support. With no truly new stuff, I am rather desperate and will cheat with showing off a scene that some people probably have seen alread. It’s from part II of A Look on Another one, I need a push to get forwards 
The air smelled like dry sand, and the light was strangely gray. The only light source was a distant hole in the cave’s ceiling, way up high.
The silence, however, wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. It had a hard time claiming its place since silence is the lack of sound, and somebody was swearing quite a bit.
“You blasted cross dressing freak!” the female voice snarled.
Her flow of insults turned into a hissed groan, accompanied by a stumbling sound.
“Cross body, sweetheart, not cross dresser,” a voice that could be both male and female smiled, soft as silk.
“Leave her alone, thou foul beasts!” somebody harshly croaked.
The last speaker also hissed in pain a moment later, even though this time there was more sounds of struggle.
“Hey, hey now, greeny boy,” the second voice smirked, “careful there or they’ll have to break your little arms.”
“Why can’t you just stay dead you damn witch master?!”
“It’s hard to stay dead if you never was. Your boyfriend should learn to aim better. Or maybe not…”
Flea smirked at Lai’s twisted grimace.
“Come to think of it I rather prefer this, don’t you?”
“Thou foul villain!” Frog spat, giving the two sorcerers holding him back a hard time.
“Go to hell!” Lai snapped at the pink Mystic.
“In due time, sweetheart,” Flea smiled, waving his hand dismissively in front of the taller prisoner’s nose.
He wisely and swiftly moved his fingers out of the way before the female magician managed to bite.
“Stop calling me sweetheart or I’ll break your damn neck!” Lai snarled.
For the record, perhaps “damn” wasn’t really the word she used. You may be the judge of that.
“You and Janus are so alike it’s sickening, lady. Ah well, it was fun seeing you two again. Ta-ta now.”
Winking with one eye in a warped imitation of a cute smile Flea snapped his fingers.
Somehow Lai managed to bend away as the freelancer behind her raised his sword at her neck, nearly twisting her wrists free from the fat hands of the goblin. But only nearly. She hissed as the bird-creature sent out his other hand and grabbed her hair.
Of course, Frog wasn’t one to just watch all this happen in silence.
“Thou snakes crawling in the scum, accursed beasts! Let her be! At the least kill me first, thou rats!”
The sorcerers brandished their yellowed, curved teeth as they laughed, as did their friends. Apart from Flea, who cutely covered his lips with his hands as he snickered.
“Ah, always the hero. Not that it matters, it’s fine by me.”
Frog growled as the freelancer turned at him, struggling despite his offer.
“Hey, it was your idea,” the giant bird screeched, sounding like a hen as he spoke.
The monsters laughed even more at that, but the laughter ceased suddenly in surprise as a fireball slammed into the bird’s back and threw him onto the ground with its sheer force. Through the rage Lai blinked, frowning upon noting that her desperate blow hadn’t even left a burn mark on the simple armor of the monster. She exchanged a quick glance with Frog before turning back at the monsters before her.
Growling the freelancer got back to his feet, not for a moment letting go of his sword.
“Bad girl,” Flea tsked, waving warningly with his pointing finger, “even though shooting a fireball with your eyes was an interesting one.”
He looked closer and chuckled, cocking an eyebrow.
“I think you lost your eyelashes however, for shame…”
“Will you just shut the hell up?!” Lai roared, about to fall over as she struggled.
Her face twisted into a grimace again as her broken ankle screamed in pain. The fall through the ground and into the cave should have rendered both her and Frog unconscious, but Flea had made sure they stayed away from at least that. As the two warriors fell into the trap, the magician momentarily stopped their fall just midway before letting go again. They hadn’t been knocked out, but weren’t left unscathed. Frog could stand, but Lai highly suspected he had broken at least one rib. The sound as he hit the ground was unmistakable.
‘Damn, damn, <I>damn</I>!’ the woman desperately thought, trying to fight back the crippling pain.
She knew well that her green friend desperately wanted to help her, but he could do nothing more than save her life for a few more seconds by sacrificing his own. Any attempt to use magic would easily be blocked by his guards, and Lai couldn’t heal.
‘Hell no!’
“Don’t touch him you giant rooster!” she snarled as cold metal neared Frog’s neck.
The knight’s big lips twitched a little in a joyless smile, trying to silently tell her that he was grateful for her care in these their final moments.
Lai glared at him, furious that he already seemed to have accepted that nobody was going to come running and save them. She knew it all too well herself, but still her mind refused to embrace the cold truth.
“The two of you would make such a cute couple,” Flea said with a roll of his eyes, “I think I’m going to be sick…”
“Just out of curiosity, how long did it take you to plan this shit?” Lai spat, desperate to win Frog any second she could.
Just like he wouldn’t stand see her being murdered, she couldn’t allow it either.
Flea waved at the freelancer to wait another moment, and the big bird straightened up a bit, lowering his sword.
“Sounds to me like your loosing your grip of insults, sweetheart,” the pink Mystic stated with a smile.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
“Ah, royal wizard alike royal wizard… that’s also nauseatingly cute.”
“That pet name is a goddamn thing between me and Janus, you stay the hell off it, you freak!” Lai snarled.
“I figured as much.”
Flea smirked and shook his head.
“It’s always about Janus when it comes to you, isn’t it?” he said, snickering at the young woman.
She bared her teeth in rage.
“’Oh damn, I’m in a jam, come and help me Lai’!” Flea mockingly said, waving his hands melodramatically, “that’s our great hero in shining armor.”
“<I>Shut the hell up</I>, Flea!” Lai and Frog (very much despite himself) hissed at the same time.
“I should have had you killed years ago, girl,” the Mystic sighed, “now that would have been a show. But it doesn’t matter much now I suppose.”
As Lai was completely focused on glaring heatedly at Flea, she – alike the others – did not notice Frog blink.
“Perhaps he didn’t manage to kill you, but you didn’t get to kill him either!” the wizard’s student lashed out at the Mystic.
“Oh, I am hurt,” Flea mocked a gasp.
As the next voice spoke, time seemed to slow down for as long as the sound floated into the air.
“You really will be soon, because I strongly plan to make a ribbon of your entrails and hang you from a tree in it.”
Flea straightened up and slowly turned around as the other monsters began to growl and Lai’s grimace melted like a blackened icicle in spring. Not even the pain in his chest could stop Frog from grinning.
“Or is this a bad time?” Janus coldly said, taking his staff in both hands.
I love the way you do the conversations and quips between the main characters, it’s funny as hell. Don’t worry, inspiration will return soon. It always does.:victoly:
It really does help, thus I am very grateful. Here’s the next part: