You were in humid jungle surrounding an abandoned village, nearing the Hollyberry Kingdom, until a cookie snuck up behind with a blue jelly-like braid, shiny material against his chest, around his wrists, and hooves. He pounded you on the nearest tree, making you unable to escape his grasp. The centaur held his spear high, pointed right at you. His grip threateningly tightening on your neck as you tried to escape.

“What is a fragile little cookie like you doing in such a dangerous area?” He growled. Despite being a deer centaur, he was aggressive.