johan avatar

by

‘He’s only a boy’, he said. ‘no match for you, my legions of elite troops.’

Faugh. We shouldn’t have swallowed that tripe from him. But we thought he was right – after all, the kid was alone and we were trained soldiers. Sure, he was carrying a sword and a shield. But so were we. And other weapons too. It should have been easy.

How were we supposed to know the green-wearing kid could spin like that? Or throw bombs? Or cast spells? And now we're bleeding in the dirt. We should never have believed that pig-faced basta...

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.