Ashswahg and spreen [Qsmp/tortillalan]

Ashswahg was preparing to go on a visit to the northern kingdom, at the invitation of John.

It was silly to admit that he was completely in love with that boy with glasses, although he never told him directly. This meeting would be his opportunity and he would no longer keep that secret that tormented him.

Adjusting his sword in its sheath on his belt, he left his room, heading for the northern castle. While mentally processing his confession, he didn't notice that someone was stalking him. Taking one last step outside the gates of the regime, he stopped, spotting the second company, but it was too late. As he drew his sword, he heard a glass bottle shatter on the floor, causing a green smoke to blur his vision.

That scent was strong, still not letting his guard down, trying at least to see the culprit but nothing, his attempts were in vain as in a few minutes he was unconscious on the ground.

Upon waking, his head was spinning and his eyes felt heavy. With a groan, he got up from the grass and was surprised to find himself stranded in a forest. As his sight slowly returned, he sensed the approach of the other. Without waiting, he grabbed his sword and managed to counterattack. He was even more surprised to recognize the individual, as he had never seen him on the island before.

— Hey, so you think you're pretty big, huh?

That hybrid commented, Ashswahg didn't like that comment at all, he was about to show him that a sword fight was just a game to him, but at that moment he stopped when he heard a voice, a voice that he recognized perfectly.

— Stop, spreen! Don't hurt him!

It was Juan, who, upon arriving where they were, stopped to take a big breath, as he had run too much. Spreen got angry at the interruption, but before he could complain to the one with glasses, Ashswahg leaned over to hug a confused Juan.

— Juan! — He said, all excited.

— Hey dude, do you know him? — Spreen commented