Oscar

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Thankfully, all of Oscar's belongings were in the crate. He quickly donned his armor and equipped his weapon. He then scarfed down a selection of hot dogs to buff up for what he knew was about to be a nonsense quest. He consumed a Chili Dog with Chili Fries, an Ultra Lucky Dog, and Ultra Prosperous Dog, and a Steel-Infused Hot Dog. The buffs lined up nicely on his bar. He would just have to explain to the client that he didn't exactly know what he was getting himself into when he took on this quest. They shouldn't be too upset considering that their order was still filled. He heard footfalls from down the hall. The guards were coming. The dim torch light glinted off of Bloody Howl's edge as he drew it from its scabbard. He had no idea how strong they would be, but he assumed he'd be in for a real brawl nonetheless. He steeled himself and planted his feet. It was time to do this thing.

Oscar was ready. The gate was weak. He rushed forward and slammed his shoulder into the hard metal. He winced as the metal dug into his shoulder. The gate gave a bit, but it needed more to fall. He took a step back and rushed at the gate again. More progress, but still the gate remained attached to the wall. He stepped all the way back to the wall, putting his back flush with the cool, damp stone. Then he dashed forward again, this time leaping up and drop kicking the gate. The metal bars gave way and Oscar was able to send it flying from its hinges. Oscar landed hard, but the gate landed harder. The sound of metal clanging on stone filled the corridor. Though he hurt, Oscar didn't have time to lick his wounds. He scrambled over to the crate containing his belongings and sliced through the binds with Bloody Howl. He wouldn't have long. The guards would be coming down the hall at any moment to investigate the sound. He had to rearm himself.

Oscar was getting closer now. His constant barrage upon the gate had the hinges hanging on by a thread. A few more good bashes and he would be free. There was something about those bandits that just set him off. He really wanted to go from top to bottom of this prison and kill them all. But he also wanted to go home. And that overrode his desire to go nuclear on these fools. But for now, he needed a break. He had to conserve his energy for one good bash. With any luck that was all it would take. He needed to be quick though. The sound of the door being smashed open would assuredly attract the attention of the guards down the hall. He needed to be geared back up and armed before they came to investigate. He was regretting even taking on this quest, but he would clear it all the same. There was something about being trapped that brought out the beast inside of a man.

Oscar grasped hold of the gate firmly and began to shake it violently. The hallway was filled with the loud clanging of metal on metal. He heard footsteps coming down the hall. Two bandits stepped into his view, both sneering at him. "Oh you want out? Well too bad! You couldn't break down those cages if you banged on them all night!" Oscar said nothing. He didn't want to call attention to his ticket out of here. Clearly they put far too much faith in the strength of the metal bars separating them. That was their folly. The two of them laughed boisterously and headed back down the hall. Once they were gone, Oscar continued working on the door. He saw the hinges beginning to give. It wouldn't be too much longer and then he could make a beeline for his gear. Those two wouldn't stand a chance against him if he were properly-armed. They should have taken better care of their prison. If they had, they wouldn't be moments away from a bloodbath.