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The clash of swords rang loudly in the jungle, disturbing any peace within a one hundred block radius. Flame's sword— Fragger swiftly hits Wemmbu's own sword, the demon-lion hybrid insisted they have a fair one on one, swords only. Wemmbu being Wemmbu, agreed. This made the purple demon realize how much more he needed to train his sword PvP, though the demon guesses it's because he was more reliant on his mace nowadays. Wemmbu, despite being less advanced on sword PvP, still managed to keep up with Flame and parry his attacks, putting up his sheild every once in a while then switching to a totem.
Flame doesn't hold back when it comes to PvP, especially when he knows his opponent can handle it. That's why he's so damn ruthless with that sword, swinging it at every chance with precision, if Wemmbu wasn't just as fast as his instincts, Flame would've popped his totem way earlier. Though, Wemmbu isn't foreign to Flame's fighting style, he's already well acquainted enough to predict when the man will either slice or plunge the sword at him. Wemmbu thinks it's unfair, Flame argues it'll help him.
The lion-demon hybrid has even yet to help the purple demon other than heightening his already high senses and parry movements, Wemmbu uses a wind charge to create some distance and blow Flame away. The two were debatedly the strongest in the server, if not already the strongest. Yet, Flame still thrives for a fight, even when his friend Lomedy encourages him not to. Wemmbu on the other hand lowkey wants to settle down, but he can't lack, there are still people out there trying to get to him, so he needs to be ready, especially since his angel friend isn't as good as he is.
Speaking of Wemmbu's angel, the white haired boy was watching the fight, along with the lion hybrid, Manepear. They had decidedly train here, where Mane's (burned) tree house used to be. Egg was watching from time to time, writing down some things on his notes, while Manepear watched intently, or as intently as he can get before getting distracted. The four reached a rhythm, or some may call 'flow state'. That's what Egg would like to call it, Wemmbu and Flame, not so much, they were getting more and more heated, and cannot find any room to back down.
Flame had gotten closer and closer, Wemmbu would parry and sometimes try to attack as well, unfortunately for Wemmbu, Flame has gotten close enough that they were only a few feet away, that's when Flame had enough and almost closed the distance if he wasn't going for another slice, Wemmbu immediately dodged and ducked instead of parrying. Worst decision of his entire life, like those stupid fucking cartoons, it was slow motion, Flame's sword coming for a clean cut and Wemmbu's— Wemmbu's sweet sweet hair staying up because gravity was slow like that.
Wemmbu usually kept his hair in a high ponytail, courtesy of Egg, but Flame's an impatient asshole and cannot wait for Wemmbu to get his hair done by the angel, he dragged the purple demon to the training yard and clashed swords. Wemmbu doesn't exactly dislike fighting with his hair down, it's just sometimes, it was a liability. He didn't complain too much though, he 𝗵𝗮𝗱 trusted Flame that the blindfolded male wouldn't let his sword slice even a strand of his hair, oh boy was he wrong.
There was no silence after that, because Wemmbu shrieked so loud it felt like Flame's eardrums were gonna explode. Egg looked up from his book and Mane finally redirected his attention to the two, what the fuck happened? Wemmbu was down, on his knees, clutching something close to his chest. Egg and Mane was confused while Flame looked bewildered, Wemmbu had never shrieked that loud before, not when he defeated Flame, not when Egg almost died multiple times, not when he was on the verge of death. None, so what on Earth was going on with Wemmbu?
Egg and Mane finally made their way to the two, Flame looked awkward as hell, like he isn't so sure how to take the situation. Egg crouched down to Wemmbu's level to check what was Wemmbu clutching, Mane decided to go ask Flame what's up. Flame answered and Egg saw what Wemmbu was holding. "Hair?" The Lion and Seraphim hybrid said in unison, Flame nodded slowly and Wemmbu gave the most petty-est look ever. Wemmbu didn't necessarily looked bad with short hair, Flame's blade made the hair only go down up to the purple demon's shoulders.
"Oh my God bro, like it ain't the serious dude. Like bro, be so real right now." Flame chimed which Wemmbu responded with a sneer. "Dawg! You literally sliced my hair! Do you know how long that took to grow?!" Wemmbu finally stood up, his cut hair long forgotten on the ground. "Wem, it ain't that serious.." The angel coaxed, trying to keep Wemmbu from pulling out his two prized possessions just to get back at Flame. "Listen to Egg, Wemmbu." Mane finally added, though he really couldn't care.
Wemmbu took in a deep breath, looked at his 'all knowing' best friend, and grabbed his shoulders, took his sword, and cut the Angel's hair. Now Egg didn't have the longest hair, more like a whole rice corn hair silk with a hint of red dye at the end of it. Egg's expression went to calm to mortified. "DUDE?!" Egg yelled. "Bro, if my hair is cut, your hair is cut, WE are in this together." Wemmbu declared as Egg was trying to feel the hair the was longer present behind him. "Bro why are you always saying we?! Like there is no WE in this situation?!" Egg was mourning his hair that was already on the ground.
"Now I suggest you run Flame, because you are next."
And that's how all three ended up with hair that looked like a blind man had cut it. Unfortunately for Flame, he used all his speed pots up and Wemmbu had managed to catch his ass and made a clean slice on those damn dreads, Flame was extravagantly more furious, and instead of taking it out on Wemmbu, he decided to target Mane, who was only laughing at him. Egg got the least of it, his hair was mostly the same, except for the lack of his back hair. The three on the other hand, they decided to go on an all out brawl, clashing swords and hair falling every few seconds. Flame's hair, not so intact, in fact he debatedly look like he got a buzz cut. Mane's hair, the poor hair he always looked after, got cut so short he might as well have a bob cut, Wemmbu on the other hand, his hair flew in all directions, sometimes akin to what a layered hair cut would look like if it wasn't for the fact he had some bald spots because Flame can't keep those fuckass hands to himself.
Now the four sat in the training area, hair on the floor, looking like the most devastated people on the server. Flame had to pull his hood over him because he cannot stand what the idiots did to his hair, Mane was trying his best to find a way to style his hair, though it was to no avail because all parts of his hair were unevenly cut. Egg was trying, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to comb Wemmbu's hair with his hand, yet it seems like Wemmbu's hair cannot be reasoned with because it won't stay down and his whole front bangs were cut off. Egg was glad he didn't get caught in the crossfire, he was genuinely not build for that, he fears if he was, he would've come out bald.
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It's been a week since the hair accident, Flame and Mane has refused to show themselves in public until their hair had fully grown or until their hair looks decent. They had been living off shampoo that promises that they're hair would grow longer and every tutorial that they could find that'll help them grow their hair faster. Wemmbu and Egg hadn't shown their faces since that day, probably too ashamed. That is if Wemmbu and Egg wasn't standing right in front of the blindfold brothers, hair had already grown out, not to it's regular length, but Wemmbu's hair had grown to a decent length, not as long as before, but had grown almost thirteen or fifteen inches since they last met, and Flame had made sure Wemmbu's hair was less than seven inches since the day. Egg's hair had grown significantly too maybe about ten or twelve more inches, he hasn't cut his hair like before, but Mane and Flame wasn't focusing on that.
Wemmbu's hair was cut neatly, probably by Egg, and had been tied to a half bun. The bald spots were no longer visible, already covered with hair. The purple demon was grinning widely at them, clearly trying to flex his already grown out hair to the poor souls. "Bro, like that can't be real." Flame pointed at Wemmbu's hair, they gotta be cheating (really?) somehow. "Wemmbu, dawg, share your secret." Mane pleaded, Flame wouldn't admit it, but he also wanted to know how the hell did Wemmbu grow his hair that fast. That wasn't even possible, Egg's hair had grown too, impossibly so. There was no logical answer to how the duo managed to grow their hair that long in a span of a week.
"Dude, I ain't tell y'all anything." Wemmbu stuck his tongue out, and Flame reached his sword. "Fine, I guess we'll just need another trip to the our exclusive barber shop then."