Now that your blade is half as long and weighs half as much, you can actually sorta hold it. While the hippogriff is distracted stomping on what was, for a whole hour, your most valuable possession in the whole world, you plunge the broken Killfinger into the back of the hippogriff’s neck. 

The beast stumbles for a moment, whinnies its final neigh, then flops dead to the ground in a pool of purple blood. You dip your finger into the blood and taste it. You’re surprised by how delicious and full-bodied the blood is, like a mulled wine. Inspired, you get on your knees and start slurping up yummy blood into your mouth. Mmm, blood!

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