Learn Something New…
"So how do you kill these things, again?" Cara demanded exasperatedly. The tiny orange ball of fluff puffed up into a slightly larger ball of fluff, with red eyes and surprisingly sharp fangs.
Cara brandished her agiel at it. The creature bristled, barring its fangs.
"Why don't you try rolling your eyes at it?" the Wizard suggested.
Cara started to roll her eyes—then she turned and glowered at him.
"Zedd!" Richard called. He was holding off several of the tiny beasts at once, while they snapped their fangs for his blood.
The Mother Confessor was crooning to the nearest creature—"Aww, aren't you the cutest thing? You don't really want to hurt us, do you?" showing she had no sense at all.
The Wizard sighed, but extended his hands, sending ice at the creatures. Cara felt the chill, its touch as sharp as a dagger.
"Why didn't you do that to begin with?" she complained.
"I have had experience in these matters," the Wizard said reprovingly.
Cara sniffed, and examined Richard for lingering fluff balls carefully. Protecting him was her duty, but those things—
Cara hated having to fight something she thought was cuter than she was.