Asmodeus and Stuffy's RP

Asmo was shocked. "Wha..." Had she gotten her courage back already?
The manticore stood on its hind legs, preparing to take a swipe at the wolf.

 

The manticore was about to bring its claw down on Stuffy when suddenly it let out a startling, feral scream, along with a snap. Asmo, adrenaline coursing through his veins, had charged into the beast the beast shoulder first. He had a few brand new lacerations down his side, having taken the claw, but the attack broke the beast's foreleg.

 

The beast roared as it tried in vain to pull her off. At this point, there was no way it could handle a lightning bruiser like Stuffy, so long as she didn't let up.
But something was wrong with Asmodeus. He pushed himself to get up, but he was wheezing, with blood a bit of blood coming from the mouth. This manticore had unusually sharp claws and they cut deep. Straight down to his lung. To count him out would be foolish, but so would continuing in his condition. He didn't look like he was about to sit this one out.

 

The manticore tried to bring its other claw down on the Wolf after she let her guard down, but it was stopped by a well-timed stab from Asmo's stinger. The manticore screamed in anger and pain. Asmodeus managed to choke out, "You will not touch her," before pulling his stinger out and smashing the beast in the face at full strength with his paw, cutting its face up and knocking it down to the ground.

 

The manticore was unconscious, and likely not long for this world. These claws were incredible.
Asmodeus said quietly, "Yeah. Let's go," clearly in pain. He moved as fast as he could towards the village, which was a little slow.

 

"That thing had... really sharp claws... Like sharper than they should be. I think it took out my lung. Agh! I've had worse." He hacked, and as he did, a few drops of blood fell to the ground. "I'll be fine for now... let's worry about you first, alright?"

 

"Yeah. It isn't too far now." He kept on moving. Surely something in town could keep him going.

 

And there was the village. The buildings had stopped spinning, and formed a floating circle around a gaping hole in the center. Some distance in front of them there sat a small table, with a mortar and pestle, and a note that read, "Welcome back." Behind the table stood the green pegasus from earlier, who was clearly a mare now that a better look was possible, and the creepy, alicorn colt. The colt had his usual emotionless expression upon his face, while the pegasus had a laid back smile.

 

The green pegasus said casually, "Helping you out, dude. Not everything here wants to kill you." She still maintained that smile.
The colt nodded at the mare, looked back at the duo, and his horn started glowing. The ingredients floated up out of Asmo's... pockets? They were placed inside the pestle. Asmo's mouth was forced open ever-so-slightly as a bit of his saliva floated to the pestle, blood free.
The mare said, "Don't worry, you don't have to drink this. That'd be nasty." She picked up the mortar and began mashing the ingredients.
The alicorn spoke without emotion, "Now, about your wounds..."

 

The mixture had broken down into a pink, glowing, viscous liquid.
"Residents," said the colt, his magic tending to Asmodeus's wounds.
The mare said, "You two are total beasts! We wanted to take those two manticore down ourselves, but we didn't think we could with their magically-enhanced claws super venom and all. Then you two come along, and you're like, 'Let's go hunt us a manticore.'"
Asmo's wounds had been healed, but the colt had something discouraging to say: "Oops."
Asmo asked, concerned, "What did you do..?"