In the mythical world of Everdale, a lithe, archer lizardman named Sladesh decides to team up with a bulky, flatulent black minotaur named Morltar and the two partners go on adventures together, using both of their talents to fight evil, get in or out of trouble, or to just stink up the joint.


Part 2: Sladesh helps Morltar train in the woods, and the black minotaur learns of a special, fiery flatulent attack.

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After the little bar incident Morltar and Sladesh were busy walking down a dirt path in the middle of the forest, eager to begin their wondrous adventure around the kingdom. But first, they needed to brush up on their skills to protect themselves. And Sladesh had some plans for the giant black minotaur.
"You see, you're flatulence could be a good way to win battles with whatever horrifying things we find out there, along with your great size and strength," The small lizardman explains as they arrive to the open field with various obstacles set up. The larger minotaur casts a shadow over Sladesh, which he doesn't mind. At least he has easy shade access. "Think you're all juiced up?"
Morltar looked down at his belly and heard it rumbling loudly. He smiled maliciously before giggling with the sly grin on his mug. "Oh trust me," The minotaur patted his stomach. "I'm ready!"
Sladesh nods. "Good boy," he says. He stops when they reach the center of the field. He points at a group of three dummy targets. "First thing, I bet you could cloud a group of foes over pretty well with your backside. Let’s see you try, big guy. I figure this'd be the most basic, right?"
"I could gas these guys in my sleep, and I mean that literally!" Morltar exhaled a couple of times before he tapped his stomach a couple of times and heard it gurgle. He smiled again and approached the targets, turning around and getting on all fours. He shook his blubbery rump and raised his tail before he began to grunt. It didn't take long before the intestinal gas began to pour out of his colon at a high speed. The targets fluttered backwards as the hot wind slammed against them and the whole area was engulfed with eggy flatulence.
Sladesh takes cover behind one of the shelters. "Alright! Now let’s see you try to hit a single target and nothing else. This'll take some concentration, so control those bowels!"
"Hehe, one target? I just gassed three of them simultaneously!!"
".....That IS what that word means, right?"
Sladesh sighs and shakes his head. "I mean, one guy! Like firing an arrow instead of three at once!" he explains exasperatedly.
"Knowing how to focus can be good strategy," he adds.
"Or I can bulk up on a bunch 'a beans and let it all out! Isn't that so much stinkier and funner?"
"Hey, we're talking about battles here," the lizardman says grumpily. "Okay, how about this: you can use your flatulence to jump really high. Good for scaling walls and giving me a lift too. Why don't you try that out?"
"Okay, well jump on my back and I'll give you a lift up."
Sladesh nods, then runs over and jumps onto the minotaur's shoulders right behind his head. "Alright, Morltar, let her rip!" he calls, pointing to the top of one of the obstructions built here, as tall as the wall of a castle.
Morltar squatted to the ground so far that his buttocks was almost touching the dirt. The minotaur snorted once and wagged his tail like a broom, kicking up the dirt behind him. "You may wanna hold your nose scale-butt."
"Hey, don't talk about my butt," The lizardman says huffily. But he holds his snout all the same, whacking the minotaur's back with his own lizard tail. "Alright, blast off!"
And with that, Morltar grunted with his eyes shut for several seconds until the gas soared out of his ass at a very fast rate. It was low, and sounded like some French horn or tuba blasting a sour note. The fart was so strong that the minotaur was lifted off the ground and was flying like a bird, soaring his way up to the wall as he polluted the environment with his rotten foul-smelling flatus. It only took Morltar five seconds...and several gallons of gas before he reached the peak of the wall.
The minotaur barely manages to land, but he does, and the lizardman hops off proudly. "Great job! Now, as for the next trick...I always carry matches with me. So, you willing to brave your own personal flamethrower technique?"
The minotaur scratches his head. "Err...what's a flamethrower...?"
The lizardman lights one of his arrows, a special magic fire arrow. He holds it out. "You'll find it. Now assume position!"
The minotaur shrugs and turns around again, this time standing firmly on the wall. All he did was raise his tail and bent over a little. At first, it was just soft and came out in little sputters, but as his nose got closer and closer to the ground, his ass rose higher and higher, and the gas came out with nothing to retard it. It shot out like a machine gun and the gas immediately hit the flame. After making contact, Sladesh ducked and the resulting reaction created a stream of fire that stretched five feet horizontally through the air, kinda like a flamethrower.
The flames are impressive. "Wahaha, that's the ticket!" he cheers, slapping the minotaur's left cheek. "Now, for the last technique. The butt stomp. It's like it says, just jump off here and slam the ground with your rump. In battle, you'd do this with a monster or an enemy."
"Won't that break my ass?"
"Not if you put enough power into it," Sladesh says assuredly. "Besides, the ground is soft today, you'll be fine." It's likely the minotaur will get his butt stuck in the ground if he does it, though.
"Well, bottom's...down, I guess." The minotaur squats down and jumps off the wall. The second he starts falling, he positions himself to look like he's about to sit down in mid-air, kinda like a ground-pound. He thrusts his elbows down to speed his rate of descent and then he falls in the ground with a seismic plop. Once all the dust cleared from the fall, the minotaur looked down and noticed his butt was stuck in the dirt like it were quicksand.
The lizardman leaps down and dusts off his hands after his landing. "Well, that completes our training. I'm going to get us some food, and you can remain here and meditate a while, hmm?"
Morltar scratched his head. "Yes...me-ditate...I know what that means."