Disclaimer: We don't own Skulduggery, he owns us.
Within the column of smoke, Fletcher slid his hands underneath the Grotesquery's torso and heaved, and the torso rolled out of the circle. Skulduggery gestured and the air caught the torso and brought it into his hands. He grunted and stepped back and launched it into the gateway.
Now that the link was gone, the gateway started to rapidly close.
And then a tentacle slid out and attempted to wrap around Skulduggery's ankle, but at the last moment he jumped agily out of the way. He landed, coming out of a roll, just as the portal closed and the tentacle was sucked back into the vortex from whenst it came.
"Phew. Close one. Lucky I'm so amazingly agile. And good-looking."
The whole group sagged in releif. Valkyrie let out the breath she had been holding, and picked up the broken Sceptre.
The next day, Skulduggery and Valkyrie were taking a walk down by the pier, discussing the previous night's events.
"Imagine if that tentacle had gotten my ankle. You'd have been forced to resort to something horribly drastic and dangerous to save me." Skulduggery said cheerfully.
"I mightn't have done anything, you know. I'm not as fond of you as you think."
"Aw, I'm relatively fond of you too."
They were silent for a while as they walked. Then, an idea came to Valkyrie.
"Hey, do you know what we should do? Now that we've saved the world again. We should track down your head!" Skulduggery just shrugged.
"Sure. We've got nothing better to do."
A/N: This is what should have happened you evil evil author. Shame on you.