Gav turned, always ready to aggressively defend himself. No-one in his eye-line. His gaze sank, mood deflating, only to meet the ferocious glare of the pugnacious dwarf who had just prodded him sharply in the back. Gav frowned, confused
‘What- Can I help you?’ he asked
‘Move your fat arse, idiot,’ retorted his antagonist.
Gav was uncertain of what to do. Had anyone – well – taller, spoken to him in that tone of voice without provocation he had his trick, a combination elbow/ head-butt that sorted things out.
But he didn’t know what to do now.
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
lol! (I did have to google that in order to understand what you meant! ;) )
Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago
Nice.
1. never underestimate dwarves
2. fuck pc!
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks again!