Streets of Mileux, Sunday
Tim's car screeched to a stop, swerving to the side, throwing the Kobold and the ghoul, and the Boggart from their perches on the roof, hood, and windshield.
"You cannot defeat us that easily Champion!" the Boggart cried out, the first to get to his feet. His voice was deep and gravely and had a thick East End accent.
"The Shadow Court shall rule all!" The Kobold agreed, his faintly germanic accent making him hard to understand.
The Ghoul said nothing. It merely lurched to it's feet and hissed. It's breath was so repugnant that even it's partners declined to get too close.
"For Queen Mab!" the vocal ones shouted, charging the car.
The driver's side window lowered and a blast of mystical energy shot out, hitting the ghoul between the eyes, and knocking it head over heels. Then the door opened, and Tim emerged, sword glowing with the power of the Seelie court.
He would have run them over, but it was an attempt to do that that'd gotten them on the roof in the first place.
[Please throw some fun my way folks!]
"You cannot defeat us that easily Champion!" the Boggart cried out, the first to get to his feet. His voice was deep and gravely and had a thick East End accent.
"The Shadow Court shall rule all!" The Kobold agreed, his faintly germanic accent making him hard to understand.
The Ghoul said nothing. It merely lurched to it's feet and hissed. It's breath was so repugnant that even it's partners declined to get too close.
"For Queen Mab!" the vocal ones shouted, charging the car.
The driver's side window lowered and a blast of mystical energy shot out, hitting the ghoul between the eyes, and knocking it head over heels. Then the door opened, and Tim emerged, sword glowing with the power of the Seelie court.
He would have run them over, but it was an attempt to do that that'd gotten them on the roof in the first place.
[Please throw some fun my way folks!]