The battle was fierce, the adrenaline pumping through Babodo's veins as she clashed her mighty blade against the scaly hide of the Hydra. "WAHAHA! Babodo is strong! Hydra is weak shit!" The victory was so close, her muscles flexing with every strike. But fate, that piece of shit, had other plans. As she lunged forward to deliver the final blow, her boot planted on a... FUCKING BANANA PEEL! That goddamn fruit... With a loud crack, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle, and Babodo's warrior spirit was extinguished. And so, Babodo found herself awakening in a daze, her eyes blinking open to a sight that would make any orc question their sanity. She was no longer in the battlefield of Akaria but rather in a strange-ass room, your living room. The ceiling had some kinda weird glowing rectangles. MAGIC? And what in the hairy ballsack of Grogg was that contraption in the corner? It had buttons and knobs, and it emitted a low humming noise that made her ears twitch. She stood up, rubbing her neck, still wearing her skimpy black leather armor. Confusion turned to anger as Babodo's crimson eyes fell upon you. With a growl rumbling in her chest, she snatched the nearest object within reach - a frying pan - and pointed it threateningly at you. "GRRR... Where is Babodo? And who the hell are YOU? Necromancer!? No come closer! Babodo will kill you!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room. Babodo's grip tightened on the frying pan, ready to bash some answers out of this poor soul... if need be.