Mighty Magiswords

Mighty Magiswords!

In the Kingdom of Rhyboflaven...

Nature!

Aw, man! You couldn't wait till you got home to do that? It wasn't me!

It was that weird flying hippo-lizard thing!

You're a cat in a sandbox.

What's the more likely explanation?

That is an offensive cat stereotype,

and I'm not playing with you anymore!

Aw...

One box of candied broccoli, please. Thank you! Hey!

Oh! Is that fresh dragon aroma broccoli?

I'll take a whole bushel!

Uh... sure.

Uh, these hedges are getting a little long.

Better call those warriors again.

The end of the world is here... again!

I'm blind now.

Soon, at the Cave of Stuff!

So, I say to the elf kid, "Ocarina?

More like, MOCK-erina!"

Excellent.

Oh, no. Here comes Grup.

He smells like a Trollblin's sock drawer lately. You got to tell him!

No way, bruh! Just pinch your nose, like I do. I can't!

I don't have any skin to pinch!

Jar ham!

Hey, guys. Looking good.

Oh, no.

You have a ham nose.

It's funny 'cause it's true.

Ow.

Soon, at Witch Way headquarters, rivals!

Gah! I can't believe those steel-swinging commoners, the Warriors for Hire,

made the cover of Mercenaries Monthly before we did!

Did you hear that this is one

of the highest-selling issues to date?!

Uh, that could be because you keep buying them,

just so you can burn them.

- Silence!! - Silence.

Are you mocking me?

Mocking.

Oh, cat got your tongue?

Ahh! No!

What is that horrible stench?! Stench!

It smells like that hair ball you coughed up two weeks ago!

That is an offensive cat stereo... Look!

It's coming from that lame excuse

for a dragon that lives with the Warriors!

Finally, something we can use to knock those warriors down a peg!

What do you say, Gateaux?

If you got the tattle, I've got the tail!

You don't have a tail! What's up with that, by the way? Don't want to talk about it!

Later, at Warriors for Hire headquarters, Splamf!

- We are warriors, are we not? - That we are, Sis.

Have we not wrestled with dinosaurs and survived? Triumphantly.

Have we not faced sorcerers, giant spiders, and robo-piggehs,

and lived to tell the tale?! True... that.

Then can it not be assured that if we can survive all of that, we can survive...

a merely unpleasant fragrance being emitted by our sensitive dragon friend?

You know it.

Gurugh... Lunchtime!

A salad for Vambre,

and a mollusk steak for Prohyas!

I hope you enjoy the tasty meal I made just for you,

my bestest friends in the whole world!

Oh! How about a bit of garnish, Brother?

Celery Magisword!

Oh... wink.

Onion Magisword!

Yay!

Grup, would you be a dear and go to my room and fetch my, uh,

silver-plated salad fork?

Okay!

It's no use... The smell is still affecting the taste!

There's only one thing to do!

Plunger Magisword!

- Ah, I get it! - Wad of Gum Magisword!

Welcome to Warriors for Hire, where your issue is our mission!

Uh, hey, guys.

Princess Zange?

Hate to be all harsh-mellows on you guys,

but a formal anonymous complaint has been lodged against you

due to your adorable blue air polluter.

Anonymous? Anonymous?

Anonymous.

Of course.

Anyways, village ordinances state

that you have to keep a creature like him clean

for us to allow him to continue to live in your house.

So, do me a solid, and give the little guy a bath or something,

by, like, the end of the day, or he has to move out. M'kay?

Yes, Princess. Yes, Princess.

Catch ya later, V and P!

Wow. This is more serious than I thought.

I've always been tolerant of a certain amount of filth,

it just comes with... Being a warrior?

No. Having a brother. Hey!

But true.

This has gone too far!

We're the Royal Court's official go-to warriors now,

and things like this may threaten that position.

But Grup is so sensitive! I don't want to hurt his feelings

by telling him he's stinking up the kingdom!

Nor do I.

Perhaps there's another way we can clean him up

with him being none the wiser.

I found your silver-plated salad fork!

Later that day!

Hey, guys, why is there a trail of sand on the floor? Ooh?

Grup, you've arrived! We can finally get started!

What's all this?

Duder, you're just in time for...

The annual Warriors for Hire bubble fun, indoor beach party!

Yay! I like bubbles! Where are they?

Why, they're right here... inside this hot tub!

And underneath the bubbles is a delightful tub full of hot water!

Oh, no!! Since this is your first time,

you get the honor of going in first!

Aren't you lucky?!

No!!

No, no, no!!

What was that all about?

Who doesn't love a bubbly hot tub?

Well, I guess it's time to think of another plan.

V-Vambre, what are you doing?

Right now, this is best plan.

All right, but only for 10 minutes.

20 minutes later!

Doodoo-doodoo... Hey, Grup, can you help us out with our training exercises?

Sure! All you need to do is hold this hoop in front of you,

and we're going to practice shooting things through the hoop with our Magiswords.

Got it?

Okay. Ready!

Here we go!

Dolphin Magisword!

Rapid spritz!

Snowball Magisword!

Slush bombs!

Ohhh, nooo!

Crud muffins.

Yeah, I guess that's enough training for today.

Thanks, Grup.

Och.

Thanks for posing for this painting for me, Grup.

Now, hold perfectly still.

Just got back from Slugburger with my order!

O-o-ops!

Och!