Otto waited with glee for Gunmar to return. Tonight, the Trollhunter would fall! They had located where he was staying, a small hotel, no doubt a foolish attempt to deceive them. But it would—
The elevator opened. Otto blinked.
Gunmar was standing there. A 67 Dodge Dart engine block was hanging off one horn, and the other horn was cheerily burning. He was also covered in feathers.
At least until the fire suppression system kicked in. Hacking, Gunmar stepped out of the spray of water and looked down at Otto.
"I may have erred. The Trollhunter has a new, more powerful form."
"Wh-how?"
"It started like this…"
Gunmar kicked the door in. Part of the wall gave way as the doorframe tore free. Whatever traps the trollhunter had were no match for his power. The trollhunter was within the room and he was…
Illuminated by candles? With the naked shadow wielder straddling him on the bed? She took one look at Gunmar, shrieked like a banshee and then grabbed the blanket, covering her torso with it as she leaped back into a portal.
"Claire-no, wait, Claire, we can still—" The trollhunter fell silent.
Then he looked at Gunmar, the look making the troll lord feel… Uneasy.
"Ha," Gunmar said. "Your consort fled, Troll—"
Then the Trollhunter shouted out two words, and was upon Gunmar in a flash.
"Our battle was glorious. He kicked me through five walls, a propane tank, a junkyard, and might have killed me, save for the cover provided when I fell through the ceiling of the indoor turkey farm."
Ah. Thus the feathers.
"But, I cannot fight him again until I learn the nature of his new magic. Tell me, Otto, what incantation uses the words 'Fucking Cockblocker'?"
End