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Mauve Silver Dancer
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The big fish finally stops flopping around and slumps over his desk.
One of the gnolls bursts into the hut - his counterpart cautiously peeks his head in. I decide to go hard on them while I have their attention, and before their fear turns to aggression. Making my voice booming and menacing, I try not to think about the fact that I'm attempting to intimidate monsters.
"OK, boys! Listen up and listen good, or you're next, got it? Here's what's what-"
I back away to give myself some room, and try to keep them at bay with my gun pressed to my side. Funny thing is, as horrified as they both look, they barely glance at the pistol - and they're not the first to give me the feeling that no one here even knows what a gun is.
"Took his eyeball right from his head, he did!" exclaims the skinny one, looking sick and confused, "Plucked it out from across the very room!"
The fat one pipes up from the doorway, "Killed him with fire, he did! I saw it! Fire from his very pockets! Some kinda wizard, I says!"
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