They watched as the mighty being soared upward. From its beak
came a banshee wail. It turned, treaded air with short flapping bursts, stared
at them with sanguine eyes. Its beak opened again; instead of a wail there came
a dulcet voice, ‘I look forward to your visit.’ With that, the figure
disintegrated.
The thin one’s shoulders rose and fell as he breathed a
deep, regretful sigh.
‘Are you okay?’ asked the fat one.
The thin one shook his head. ‘Of course I’m not okay!’ He
whirled around, his stick raised. ‘All because of…’ But he didn’t finish;
instead he leapt to his left as the giant plummeted to the ground.
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