Boss Battle - Queen Queso: cheese curds - 373 words

2. Draw or write about your character trying to stop the boss without fighting it.

 

The battle's sidelines kept people just as busy as the brave souls on the front lines - even busier than the soldiers, one could've argued. Pushing away and disposing of the junk that was once edible made the area less hazardous and cluttered. It gave fighters more space to focus on the battle itself, and fewer things for the enraged Queen to set ablaze in her wake.

 

But it didn't matter how useful cleaning was - Caspian didn't like it. It felt like a waste of time more than anything. Why clean yourself if you can just tell someone or something to do it for you?

 

It didn't really work that way - not everyone had a Steve hidden in their wardrobes - but childish anger and annoyance were some of the heaviest blankets that could easily muddle up Caspian's judgement. The repurposed floor squeegee not gliding smoothly across the terrain didn't help the situation. It wasn't made with nacho cheese in mind.

 

A pair of bright green eyes followed the eternal's movements with an intrigued tinge.

"Need a hand?" Adrian raised his voice at Caspian, but it only got his muttering to sound like a hissing snake on a frying pan. The man narrowed his gaze at the Athos' reaction. He hopped down from the large tree root under him, and approached the eternal.

"Or do you want to sweep all that cheese off by yourself?" Adrian's voice was almost song-like as he leaned forward on his heels. Caspian turned in one, hostile twirl, a low growl accompanying his movement. It made the man trace a few of his steps backwards.

"Just take a mop or something, and shut up," the eternal spit, turning back to his chores instantly after. Adrian let out a huff. He opened his mouth to argue something back, but just the very first sound that came from his throat made the Athos simply snap.

 

"MISTER KENT TAKES A SQUEEGEE RIGHT ABOUT NOW OR I SWEAR-"

 

Caspian didn't finish. He had to admit - such a burly man moving his legs that fast towards cleaning supplies was nothing short of hilarious.

 

But he doubted that he could keep that sterling-silver-tongued moron's mouth shut if the cleanup took another few hours.

 

Better be fast.