Just Rescue
'Excuse me?' said Puck, 'Did Sabrina Grimm just say I was right? Seriously?' 'No, Puck' replied Sabrina, looking annoyed, 'I said you MIGHT be right. And you will be, if we don't run, NOW!' 'Oh' said Puck, and flew off. 'PUCK!' cried the younger Daphne. 'RUN!' cried the older Daphne. They ran. But they weren't fast enough. The army was gaining and fast.
"Soon we will have killed the other sister, the ones who look like the sisters and the fairy boys- wait, what? Where's the other one?" said the ogre to himself. 'Must have taken off' said a troll who had overheard him. 'Did I ask for your opinion?' asked the ogre. 'No' said the troll 'But I'm giving it to you.' 'Well, I don't want it.' said the ogre, stabbing the troll. 'CHARGE!' he yelled.
'Charge yourself' said Puck, swooping down with a big bag of water bombs. (Well it LOOKED like water bombs, but knowing Puck, it could be anything) 'Water Bombs?' asked the ogre, looking unimpressed. 'Nope' said Puck, 'Rotten cabbage bombs, with superglue, tuna, pickles, sultanas and stinky cheese.' 'Excuse me, sir?' said a voice from the army, 'I'm allergic to cheese, and if I touch tuna, my nose grows to the size of a horse.' 'SHUT UP!' said the ogre. 'Oh, I wouldn't tell them to shut up' said Puck, 'I'd tell them that they were right to be afraid. I am Puck, The trickster king of faerie and spiritual leader of hooligans and of good-for-nothings, lord of the wrong side of the tracks and there's more, I just can't be bothered to say it.'
By this time, Sabrina and the Daphne's had evacuated the battle field. 'Will Puck be okay?' asked the younger Daphne. 'Yeah, course. Puck can take care of himself.' replied Sabrina, but secretly, she was worried.