How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
Flossie was in the middle, the other two on either side.
“Hear me,” bellowed one of the combatants, raising his sword. “I, Taskadar the Rock, who in life led the armies of the Gorgoth Vultures, and in death have become twice as mighty, have come here to vanquish the three of you. You shall be as dust beneath my sandals.” He laughed wildly.
I might have been misreading the signs, but he seemed a bit nervous.
“I, Earthit Bone-Shaker, will drink your blood,” said the other one, “and piss it on your puny corpses.” He was the charmer of the two, I could tell. He held aloft his cleaver and roared.