Gavin reached the top of the mound and found his target with its back to him, less than a hundred feet away. As his three companions struggled to catch up with him, he raised his rifle and prepared to shoot.
Only to have the rifle knocked out from his hands a moment before his feet were swept out from under him. He landed on his back, eyes squeezing shut as he grimaced and grunted from the pain of the impact. He opened his eyes to find a helmeted figure in grey standing over him, holding a long pole to his throat.
A pole that glowed like a halogen lamp at the end that pressed against his Adam's apple.
"Sorry, Gavin, can't let you do that," the figure said, and Gavin recognized the voice -- Doug Sangnoir, the new guy they'd hired on just a few weeks before. Instead of the flannels and denim he normally wore on the job with the rest of the loggers, Doug was in grey biker leathers.
"What're you doing?" Gavin demanded. "Don't you see that monster?"
"What monster?" he replied with an audible smirk in his voice. "I see your sister-in-law, her father, your niece and a friend, and a non-human sentient the size of an 18-wheeler. No monsters there."
"My... what? Grace and Natalie are here? With that thing?"
Doug looked back over his shoulder. "Yup, they seem to be getting..."
Gavin kicked at Doug's knee and twisted out from under the pole, which he realized now was a quarterstaff or something. He rolled to his feet, ready to tackle him and wrest the staff from him, only to come face-to-face with a gloved hand filled with a fistful of crackling lightning.
He froze. "What the...?" he breathed.
"You now know dragons are real," Doug said in a low, dangerous tone. "Are you ready to add wizards to the list?"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Only to have the rifle knocked out from his hands a moment before his feet were swept out from under him. He landed on his back, eyes squeezing shut as he grimaced and grunted from the pain of the impact. He opened his eyes to find a helmeted figure in grey standing over him, holding a long pole to his throat.
A pole that glowed like a halogen lamp at the end that pressed against his Adam's apple.
"Sorry, Gavin, can't let you do that," the figure said, and Gavin recognized the voice -- Doug Sangnoir, the new guy they'd hired on just a few weeks before. Instead of the flannels and denim he normally wore on the job with the rest of the loggers, Doug was in grey biker leathers.
"What're you doing?" Gavin demanded. "Don't you see that monster?"
"What monster?" he replied with an audible smirk in his voice. "I see your sister-in-law, her father, your niece and a friend, and a non-human sentient the size of an 18-wheeler. No monsters there."
"My... what? Grace and Natalie are here? With that thing?"
Doug looked back over his shoulder. "Yup, they seem to be getting..."
Gavin kicked at Doug's knee and twisted out from under the pole, which he realized now was a quarterstaff or something. He rolled to his feet, ready to tackle him and wrest the staff from him, only to come face-to-face with a gloved hand filled with a fistful of crackling lightning.
He froze. "What the...?" he breathed.
"You now know dragons are real," Doug said in a low, dangerous tone. "Are you ready to add wizards to the list?"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.