Ficlet | Bears | The Strange Case of Starship Iris

As the bandits dove out of the woods, Krejjh cracked their knuckles. Been a while since they’d gotten to enjoy a good fight. Not that these guys would be that much fun to deal with, they seemed disappointingly run-of-the-mill. Not even a spell-caster among them, or at least one uninterested in putting on a show.

Krejjh kept their back against the edge of the wagon, Translator Jeeter’s back pressing back from within it. They could feel the movement of Translator Jeeter rapidly opening his spellbook, probably looking for something awesomely helpful. Not real likely, given he just started.

That was okay. Better than okay, it was great, because it meant the three of them would handle it without Translator Jeeter or their new friend getting involved at all.

Krejjh surveyed the bandits surrounding them. Most of them had stopped in their tracks at the sight of Krejjh. Not every day they saw a drow. Krejjh’s scimitar popped into existence in their right hand with a faint purple glow as they screeched a terrible noise. Man, would their throat hurt later, but Lieutenant Patel had been right about the idea. Couple of the bandits threw down their weapons and started running away. People believed the weirdest shit about drow.
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