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Yes… <span class="mu-i">very</span> useful, you think to yourself as a devilish grin forms on your face! Maybe it’s time to <span class="mu-i">HEAT</span> things up a little! Heheheh!
“Are you okay?” Whispers TT as you sneer in Salty Suutz’ direction. “Is this a new bit? You need to share this stuff with me!”
Don’t worry, you smirk, you’ve got a plan! Concentrating on your palm, you feel a faint tingling as motes of flame start to dance around your fingers and coalesce into orbs!
“I dinnae care what you be wantin’--we ain’t trekking all the way to <span class="mu-b">THE BITE!</span>” Snarls Salty Suutz with a thin layer of anger barely hiding the fear in his eyes! “I be havin’ an arrangement with someone Crossroads–ye can’t-”
Time for another <span class="mu-s">TOAST</span>, you hiss under your breath! Bringing your hand back, you hurl the fireball as hard as you can at the river! This oughta’ spook some striders!
The orb sails across the inky blackness like a shooting star–its bright light grabbing the attention of everyone by the caravan!
“What in the-”
Before Salty Suutz or anyone else can get an answer, the fireball… well… okay, it keeps going.
And going.
Aaaaand going.
Wow, you really put some muscle into that throw!
“AAANT,” Whispers a very wide-eyed Spinner, “What the <span class="mu-s">HELLS</span> were you trying to hit with that!?”
The uh… you were trying to hit the river, you explain as you sheepishly point towards the sound of rushing water mere feet away! You were gonna spook the striders….
“Oh! And here I was thinking we were trying to make a flashy entrance!” Remarks Volka as she cocks her head to the side in a ‘what-can-ya-do’ manner! “Oh well, no harm done!”
“Erm… J-Jury’s still out on that…” Raising an eyebrow at TT’s foreboding remark, it takes a moment to dawn on you that you’re being watched… by quite a few people, in fact!
“OH!” Sputters Salty Suutz in surprise, “Th-thank the Gods ye be here, boyo! These two were going to steal me caravan an’ all the survivors we sto-err, <span class="mu-i">saved!</span> Go gettem!”
Salty Suutz’ daring escape is cut short by the sound of a massive blade being drawn–two, in fact!
“Stay where you are, Many-Eyes…” Grunts one of the Skogs in a low and rumbling voice like a lion’s growl, “Or we hunt you for sport.”
Uh-oh.
>CONTD.
