Gone In... 47 Seconds

It had been a successful night. That village, normally a raider's plum being isolated and fairly rich had been made unexpectedly sweeter by the gold mine discovered nearby recently. However, the news of the mine had yet to reach any other part of the world. This village was fairly out of the way from any others, and the only nearby farms were still a good distance away. Not that anyone told farmers anything.

Much later, fires had been lit and the victory-enjoying had begun. Finally settling into a seat and dragging a woman onto his lap, the bandit leader laughed heartily and grabbed the bottle of wine out of the hands of the man on his right. "Booze! Women! Gold! What more can a man ask for?" A wild cheer went up from his minions and the reveling in spoils continued with great vigor.

"Hrm. Let me think," a voice rang out from the edge of the main circle of bandits. A female voice. A cocky one, too. The bandit leader pushed the woman who was sitting on his lap off and stood, his confident smile now a suspicious frown. The voice continued, "How about a visit from… Me?"

The glare from the fire made it hard to see. From what he could tell, it was only a kid. He snorted derisively and sat back down. "Oh yeah, huh? What's a little lass like you gonna do, eh? Ask us politely to leave?"

"Oh, no, I thought a couple of Fireballs, y'know, BAMBAMBAM, and FWOOSH with a couple of Flare Arrows… Finish you off like BANG with a Dil Brand or something. Nothing big unless you start ticking me off. Then proceed to pick out the choice bits of your loot for myself."

Several of the men stopped, wary. Lina Inverse, the Bandit Killer? The Enemy of all who lived? Nah… She was rumored to be all the way in Sairaag, now, wasn't she? But that calm delivery of what might be impending doom, included with childish sound effects hardly worried him. It was a bluff, no doubt. But why anyone wanted to pretend to be such a spitfire, flat-chested woman as Lina Inverse was beyond him.

The leader laughed again, "Oh, right. We're supposed to believe you're Lina the Chestless Wonder. Good one, kid. Why don't you run along to your mummy before she gets worried. Before I have someone help you along."

Ah, stupid people and fate-sealers. Aren't they a lovely combination?

The small woman in question stepped into the firelight though the source of bright power forming in her cupped palm had already lit up her features and the maniacal grin spreading on her face. "Yeah, but living to regret things is bad. I'll make sure you won't."

Men began to scramble.

"FIREBALL!"

Accordingly, with several sound-effect-accurate explosions, the doom promised upon the bandits was exacted.

Exhibit C.) Bandit Camp -- gone in 47 seconds.

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A/N: Your usual dose of Lina destructiveness. Yhus. I was getting angry because my Spell-Checker kept changing 'chested' to 'chaste'. So if there's any slip-ups like that, I'm apologize for not catching it on the 4th time 'round…

60 Seconds
Maddy02: Aaah, but laughing in such a state is often more amusing when you look back on it. In special cases. Sometimes.

13.5 Seconds
Maddy02: Yeah, I had a hard time not drifting… I ended up cutting a lot of it out because it was unnecessary drift.
Hitteh Pitteh: I thought you'd might enjoy it… And I'm glad you did!
Les: I've been debating with that word for a while… And I finally got to use it! Hah. Score.