"Here we go." Meth said. He spread his hand over the ground and chanted. Three ugly brown stones emerged from the ground. The stones were about knee high and roughly resembled humans with big wart covered noses and pointy hats. The stones cracked and three gnomes moved to further break out of their prisons.

"We are... the lawn gnomes!" The tallest of the three said.

A face worm reared up in front of the gnomes and hissed.

"AHHHHH FACE WORMS!!!" They said in unison then turned to run and saw meth standing there looking confused.

"AHHH WIZARD!!!"

"There is one thing to do." The gnomes pulled out weapons, one had a mace, another an axe and the third had two daggers.

"Prepare to..... Grovel!"

The gnomes dropped their weapons and ran toward Meth. They grabbed his robes and began to kiss his feet.

"Oh please nice wizard, save us from the face worms."

"It's not our fault."

"The worm started it."

"Great and powerful wizard, save us."

"eww disgusting." He shook his robe knocking the gnomes away.

The gnomes then began to cry. Loud sobs, tears shooting out of their eyes like water out of a hose.

"There, that's all i need..." Jerick snickered under his breath and threw the spear with full force, it was sent spiralling over the ground, it's electrical force tearing up the grass beneath it. The mother face worm was almost completely oblivious to the attack as it flew directly at it's throat. But, to the great suprise of Jerick, the beast dodged exeptionally quick, and it flew passed it onto the gound, still sending out sparks of lightning.

"Ah, no matter," he snickered again, and with his glowing left arm and his mind focused on the Zealera, he tried to lift it from afar. It wobbled slightly, then floated into the air, and began to move in accordance to Jerick's hand movement. It flew back, and struck the creature in the back of the neck, too low to kill it, but just above the armor. The electricity flowed through the beast, and Jerick could only hope it would stun it.

The beast wobbled a bit, then fell to the ground, momentarilly stunned by the lightning coursing through it's body.

<Now's our chance! Now that's it's head is down!> Iris thought victoriously, but knew somebody else would have attack it, since her knife was far too small to do any damage.

Darilk charged during the creature's moment of vulnerability and rammed his sword into it's face point first, and then drew it out, repeating the proceduce, over and over, until the creature's head was nothing but a mangled mess of gore. The black knight then surveyed the area for more face worms that may need to be 'cleaned up'.

Dart was busy cleaving the smaller worms into pieces to notice the mother face worm. He was getting annoyed at how they just kept coming, which was making him mad at the same time. He could feel his hands burning as his sword cut through the worms like a hot knife through butter, getting hotter after about every five minutes, when a new on would show up. It seemed like he had killed ten, but it was probably more. He had lost track after five and refused to count due to his annoyance. He continued to massacre them, a nasty stench of burning flesh following his trail of blood and entrails.

Before long, all of the face worms were gone... just left with a natsy pile of massicred face worm body parts.

"Whew. Finally!" Iris sighed, happy the threat was gone. She looked around, "Now, to get our 5,000 zeny reward but..." She looked at the head of the mother head worm... it was hard to tell what it was it had been so horribly mutilated, "How are we going to prove we killed it?"

Vace said, "Well, that thing is huge, so taking it with us is out of the question... Wait, did you say a reward for this things head? Maybe if we hitched it up to the horses we could do it. Anyone have any rope?"

"Why not just cut off a horn or something? Sure as hell beats lugging the whole head back with us, not that anyone would bw able to recognize it as one, anyway..."

Saying so, Chaos suatted beside the ruins of the face worm's head and began sawing away at an intact horn.

Putting away his sword, Dart walked up to the group, glad that he didn't have to clean his sword because of the intense heat that it emitted. He then looked at his hands, which were charred and almost seemed like they would be useless. He was only lucky that he could find a healer after he used his sword for the past year. He walked up to the group and asked, "Does anyone know a good healer? My hands need one...badly."

Vult looked down at his hands and lower arms. Why do I always seem to get covered in gore, everytime I go out here? he wondered, then felt a resonating THUD course through the ground. He looked up and saw the guy with a cape begin ramming his sword into the MotherWorm's face. Repeatedly.

Someone has anger issues.

"RAWR!!" "RWAR!"

Some more had crept up behind Vult while he stared dumbfounded at the enraged warrior. A few quick slashes later, and it seemed as though the onslaught had ended.

"How the hell are we - rather, they - gonna get that thing back to town?"

As he rejoined the group, he noticed one of the men - he couldn't tell, there were like a halfdozen of them - sawing away at a horn.

"Hey buddy, I think they want the whole head in exchange for the bounty. Although, I'm not sure if it exists any longer...Oh well."