New monster on the block

Still feeling the underlieing effects of adrenaline, you decide to go ahead and re-enter the court room. If Morgana leaves again, she'll have to go through here. That and you want to see the courts reaction to you. Your easily bigger and possibly stronger then most of the creatures you remember. You pad towards the sound of music and revalry, the smell of cooking meat reaching your senses and making your stomach growl. Of course, you just went from tiny to huge, your stomach is completely empty.

As you enter into the room, a few heads turn, though the music does not stop. You notice that your the only creature here that looks like you, though your not sure what significance that holds. Putting it out of your mind, you follow your nose to one of the fires, where a leg of mutton hangs, juices bubbling out of it. You reach for it, and catch instead a club as an Ogre gives you a glare, "Mine!" he claims, swinging this club back for a second swipe if need be, not noticing the ease at which you had turned the blow. You growl menecingly, and reach for the leg again. "MINE!" yells the Ogre furiously, swinging the club again to hit you in the forehead. The blow rattles you slightly, however, it fails to make you flinch. The ogre left with a look that says 'why are you not dead now you dirty food swiper'. You look at him with a devilish gleam in your eye...

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**CRACK**

The bone snaps easily in your jaw as you finish off the mutton and suck the marrow from the bone. The ogre lays unconcious on the other side of the room where he landed after snapped his club and showed him why it's not nice to hit people with sticks. By now you've drawn a bit of interest from the others, some of the imps scavange around you for the broken remains of the bone fragments you toss aside, the Nixies seem to watch you with a look that remind you of how some girls look at highschool quarterbacks. A few of the trolls and ogres seem to be taking bets on who can take you, though it doesn't look like they've quite figured out what they can take you IN. You smile a smug smile internally, but you remind yourself, fun's fun, but you do have a job to do...

Written by Dream Weaver

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