Smash the toads

“Yraagh!” With a vengeful roar Poppy grabbed her hammer,

“Coak!?” Which was one of the reptile’s legs in this case and swung wildly.

“Agh!?” She hit true and whacked the other brother in the ribs. Sending him flying in the wall with a loud crack. blood squirting out of his mouth as his ribs snapped from being pinned again the stone wall and his comrade turned weapon that cried in pain with him.

“Ha!” Hearing another croak, Poppy slammed her ‘hammer’ again at the wall. Bashing her weapon repeatedly against what she assumed is the toad trying to attack her until the beast’s cries ceased.

When Poppy felt no more movement in the air, she finally started cleaning the sticky toad jizz off her face. She sighed in relief when she took notice of the purple splat of blood and guts on the wall being the toad she slain. Though she blinked as she took notice that her hammer is oddly limp.

“…oh.” She dropped the leg of the dead toad and picked up her real hammer. While not ideal she is able to go deeper in the cave now. She tried to ignore the lingering jizz dangling off her ears and the smell coming off of her and pressed on.

TO BE CONTINUED