Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 20

"Guess, girl," said Tygg. "How can I guess?" "Crusher's nuts, Drea, the girl wants to know how she can guess!" The Time slides and... Her brother Tollie had woke her up, or perhaps it was the screaming. Her mother was already screaming. "Run, Falla" Tollie had said. "It's you they want." The Time slides and... The Tusk man with the rattles around his furry hood started to move away from the other two, circling towards the barbarian's left. "I can see you, you horned ass," said the barbarian, in a voice as clear and sharp as a blade. The Tusk man who circled stopped moving, and the other two seemed to shrink. "And," said the barbarian, "I can cut through the three of you with your flint toys and your bone shirts like I was slicing a cheese. You're not going to get the best of me in a rush. And you're not going to take that girl to feed to your wet demon. Go now, or learn how steel bites." The Tusk men looked at each other through their horrid masks and they did not attack and neither did they run away. "Last warning, blubbers," said the barbarian, his eyes narrowing. Nothing happened. Then nothing happened some more. "You bore me," said the barbarian, and with a quick drop of his hands he drew both blades and, before the Tusk men had a chance to react, he uttered a war cry that resounded like the depths of hell and he charged. Time slides...