Bloody pixies were a menace. They'd swarmed the camp, and Connor was working to scare them off.
"Away, airy abominable apparitions! Be gone, baleful blustering beasts! Cease careening, colourful creatures!" It was like magic. The pixies began shrieking and hissing, whirling about in agitation. Connor raised his voice to be heard. " Disappear, dodging, ducking demons! Escape, elusive evil elves! Flee, flitting frumious fairies!"
They scattered, and Becker shook his head. "Sharp trick, Temple."
"Sometimes I have to go right on through the alphabet before they go away. The stupid little things never notice if you leave out X, though."