Run off....

''Don't kill him,'' said the seven-year-old child stepping forward. Having play his part, as foretold by GOF Interference, he was promptly incinerated.

All those who had witnessed the scene stared in silence at the remains of the boy which was slowly disappearing in the wind.

''Did I miss?'' boomed the heavenly voice of the Troll Goddess which only Argon recognised.

Pause

''Well what are you waiting for? Go check it out you lazy ass.''

A purple cloud began to grow out of the cloud of smoke. Thinking that he might have to endure another onslaught of ugliness, Angon deliberately kept his stare to the side of it.
 
'Now that the chosen one is out of the way,' thought Argon, 'all kinds of stupid heroes will be showing up.'

Out of the purple cloud stepped a lithe figure, dressed in gold leaf armor, with a high bust and looking a lot like she was waiting for applause. The stunned silence did not deter her; the audible escaping of intestinal gas - the sure sign of excitement amongst younger dwarfs - drove her back in. they could hear her complaining as she was transported back by the Troll Goddess.

"You think you're smart?" screamed the Goddess. "Well, try this, chopper heads!"
 
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