It didn't take long for Samira to find the trail that Leona originally started with for tracking the Recheeserator. The maze's walls had holes in random places, all... Recheeserator shaped, if that were an accurate description to give a hole in a wall. A thick trail of cheese was also on the ground and other globs were scattered on the hedges, clearly marking the passage of the abomination combination of a grilled cheese sandwich and a refrigerator. She followed, occasionally calling out Leona's name to confirm if she were close or not. Strange was it that she didn't run into Ruvel outside the maze or inside. Perhaps he left, or maybe he went with his original idea of going into the castle. Samira was not going to follow him there if that were the case. He'd be on his own, so hopefully he just decided to leave the festival in its entirety or find a place to hang out until Leona and herself rescued the chef and others that became the victim of the walking cheese monster.
Before Samira could find Leona though, the trail started going in multiple directions. The small grilled cheese demons were making their own cheesy mess, causing confusion on which direction the Recheeserator went. As the summoner followed the wrong trail and the turns of the maze, she ended up at a dead end. Well, not entirely an empty dead end. The trail led to an enclosed space that had a group of the living sandwiches. They were all huddled together as if they were having a secret meeting. "Oh my," Samira thought aloud after seeing them, armed with tiny guns of orangey red liquid even. She was not aware of the existence of those creatures and had not expected to run into them. Though, the smaller globs of cheese now made sense. The Recheeserator's were far larger.
The sandwiches noticed that they were no longer alone, having heard the human woman speak and interrupting their super secret meeting of super secret plans. "SHE HAS HEARD OF OUR PLANS!" One sandwich cried out while flailing its crust arms in a panic. Samira actually heard nothing and was going to inform them of such, but they never gave her the opportunity to speak before they started to act more frantically and become hostile. "WE MUST DESTROY THE HUMAN BEFORE SHE TALKS!"
"THE ALMIGHTY RECHEESERATOR COMMANDS IT!" Shouted another.
"WE WILL USE HER AS A SACRIFICE!" Another sandwiches suggested.
The lead sandwich raised its butterknife and pointed it towards Samira. "SEEEIIIIZZZEEEE HHHEEEERRRRR!"
"ALL HAIL THE RECHEESERATOR! OUR CREATOR AND EATER OF MORTALS!" The sandwiches screamed in unison.
"Ummm...." Well that was a thing. Samira backed up a few steps, not for fear because an army of hostile sandwiches was the last thing she would be afraid of, but because, well, she wasn't really all too sure what she was supposed to think or how to react. They were sandwiches. Hardly a threat. Turning around and leaving seemed like the most appropriate approach. Pretend she never ran into them even. The scene was just silly. Even if the sandwiches themselves were dangerous, the threats made with their high pitched tiny voices made it amusing more than anything. But, as luck would have it, the grilled cheese demons would not let her just leave in peace.
A couple of the sandwiches raised their tiny guns and shot her with the tomato soup ammo. Lucky for her it hit her natural barrier spell that was always around even if her spirits were not. The liquid steamed as it hit the barrier and started to flow downward. Too bad the barrier didn't come with magical wipers like the windshields on magic vehicles had. But, Samira supposed she could be grateful that it wasn't her clothes or skin that was hit with that boiling soup. One of the sandwiches gasped. "SHE HAS FOUND A WAY TO PROTECT HERSELF FROM THE BLOOD OF THE HOLY TOMATO!"
"SHE IS CORRUPTED!"
"PURGE THE DEMON! THE DIVINE RECEESERATOR WAS BIRTHED ON THIS LAND AND NONE SHALL TAINT ITS SACRED GROUNDS!"
The sandwiches sounded their mighty battle cries and charged for a melee assault with their butter knives. They too collided against the barrier and they could not break it no matter how many times they poked it with their weapons or slammed against it. If Samira were any other person she'd probably be rolling around in laughter right about then. All she could do was blink and watch, once again uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. They were... sandwiches. Using her magic to deal with them seemed like a bit of a waste. Those powers were meant to keep the world safe and guarded from things that were an actual threat. This was more like a comedy show. Still, as she watched the sandwiches move about that one lingering thought she had earlier during the cooking contest came to mind. What did those sandwiches taste like? Did a living grilled cheese taste any different than a normal one? Samira remembered how she ate the living gingerbread man cookie a long time ago. It tasted like a normal cookie unfortunately. Maybe the sandwiches would be different.
Convinced that she just had to know, Samira decided to find the answer. The summoner knelt down and grabbed one of the sandwiches with both hands. The sandwich flailed about and made new threats but she wasn't particularly listening. At most, all she did was swat the butter knife away to make the sandwich even more helpless and unable to poke her eye out. Then, in one quick motion for her, and in very slow motion for the sandwiches that watched, Samira bit into the grilled cheese sandwich. She pulled the sandwich away from her face, revealing the cheesy insides that slowly parted from the main sandwich body and the small piece that had just disappeared into her mouth.
The group of sandwiches below gasped in horror. "SHE IS EATING HIM!"
"THE HUMAN IS A MONSTER!"
"I DON'T WANNA BE EATEN!"
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! RETREAT!" The sandwiches scattered in desperate panic and horror. They screamed as they ran and fell over each other. "SUMMON THE RECHEESERATOR! WE NEED DIVINE INTERVENTION!"
The sandwiches eventually disappeared, having gone through the hedge of the maze or even dared run past her while she was distracted with eating the corpse of their brother. Samira allowed it all to happen until she was done. "It is just a normal sandwich...." Clearly she was disappointed that the taste was not something truly original. Good, but not a taste she would have expected from a living grilled cheese. Oh well. Leona wasn't there so she may as well keep on with the search, and probably do something about the thin drizzles of tomato soup covering her barrier.
(Word Count: 1247
Samira Total: 9011)