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Freya felt something woosh by her, and she heard Kettil trying to goad the gnome into dropping her, but the squashy, angry looking thing only pulled her up higher. Towards.. his mouth...

Freya started thrashing even harder.

((20HP))

She knew she shouldn't have tried to turn this into a race. The moment she did, she had doomed herself to having the worst experience ever.

She stopped thrashing, and poised herself, legs bent up in hopes that, if the gnome was going to try and eat her, at least she'd kick some of his teeth in on the way down.

"KETTIL JUST GETS OUT OF HERE." There was nothing he could do anymore except to be there when she re-apparated, as far as she could tell.

Knives, forks, muffins, cakes, small bits of glass; everything came flying at the gnome, keeping him from opening his mouth to eat Freya. Finally, he seemed content to just drop her, and she slammed her feet down as hard as possible on his teeth, cracking one hard as she vaulted backwards off the gnome and fluttered back down onto the table.

She was wrong. Kettil had saved her, after all.

Her heart swelled with pride and adoration, but there wasn't much time to show him any of it. She grabbed Kettil by the waist and bolted as fast as she could, keeping her eyes on the very angry gnome with a broken tooth behind them.

As they ran, and Freya felt like they were finally safe from the gnome, she turned and gave Kettil a flushed, happy grin. She bent in, and whispered softly into his ear, somewhat marred by her ragged and heavy breathing from running so hard.

"I loves yeh."

And then she ran directly into a giant stick of butter, so hard she slid all the way through, and dissipated from the deadly diabetes. (And not being able to breathe.)

Will she ever get the upper hand in this game? Heidla was eyeing the gnome suspiciously, her body still aching from her misadventures. Whatever advantages there are in dealing with the known, she felt as if unknown could have been a better option.

As she was running she was bemused by various tasty looking cakes that looked like mountains of deliciousness. Mmmm, should she try at least this one little cookie which flew past her.... oh, nice.... she felt refreshed ( +10hp)
But as she was enjoying every crump of it, the air grew hotter and... oh now, was someone pouring tea right behind her back? (-10 hp)
She jumped away, not to be drowned under this hot waterfall, and reached out for a piece of cake on her way. Tasty!!!!!! (+10 hp) - she couldn't resist and grabbed another one. Well, there are definitely pleasant moments, and good she wasn't worried about her figure (+10 hp) Unfortunately, the third piece of it didn't stand up to her expectations. Was it lying there for too long a time?

It seemed like that was the end of the journey. Did she make it? Curiously, she helped herself with a piece of cookie.


HP: 50 (40 max, actually)

Oh dear jack they were throwing plates at him this time! The zomboil tried to duck and dodge and hurry his way along but shards of broken plate were stabbing into him, smashing against him, and making his time in the maze a living hell.

Once that finally stopped, he was plucked up by a gnome. He struggled and beat at the gnomes hand with tiny ineffectual fists, only to be dumped off into some pudding. Well, pudding wasn't so bad, was it? Some of it got into his mouth and he swallowed it automatically.

.....HIS INSIDES WERE ON FIRE!

Whimpering to himself, he drug himself out of the bowl and continued along the path, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain with every step.

And then he fell into a cup of coffee, and his outsides matched his insides as he burned into dissipation.

The end.

He apparently attracted attention no matter what he did. No matter how quietly he moved. Gnomes caught sight of him in moments and the chase began again.

Kettil was starting to feel like it was something in his cologne...