–– Today was most certainly going to be a wonderful day.
Already, the sun cut its way through the morning mist, the plants heavy with dew now perking up under its warmth. The air was filled with the light and merry warbles of bird song (of which there were at least eleven different songs that he could distinguish) and the faint, hair-raising crackle of bluish energy now dancing across Veigar’s ill-gotten gauntlet. His features were lit up by a toothy grin and a bluish tint, making the yordle look rather more devilish than usual. Of course, the way those gold eyes stayed so closely fixed on the fool group of humans ahead of him certainly added to that as well.
There were only a few paces between them, a distance easily closed by any of that long-legged band, a distance made lesser still by the steel they gripped so tightly. Certainly, it would take no effort at all for one to step over and cleave Veigar in half. Yet they insisted on maintaining that distance.
It was laughable, he thought. Four well-armed, well-trained soldiers clad in iron and leather against one small, misshapen yordle with but a walking stick and hardly a rag to his name, and they still cowered. Ah, but he supposed the oversized hunk of metal now clasped to his arm was cause for some alarm. How absolutely hilarious!
The first thing to pierce the air was silence – maddening, deafening silence. Not even a breath, not even a heartbeat could be heard in that suffocating silence. The bird song, so melodious and sweet, was replaced now with the creeping horror of just how wrong this silence felt. It was as if time had slowed for just a moment, waiting for the dread to settle into the base of their spines; the realization that these men would not leave this clearing alive. Then, reality seemed to settle back into place, and time resumed, if only for a split-second.
Then, the air surrounding these soldiers (clattering and shaking) darkened, the ground warped and bended under their feet. Surely they would have figured out just what was happening to them were they given a moment longer, but the bright and violent collapse of the space they once occupied never gave them that chance. Where once they stood, cowering, shaking, now was only a mess of blackened earth and metal fused with flesh into an unidentifiable, bloody mass.
It was lucky the splatter didn’t manage to reach him, a thought that crossed him with a sharp sniff of amusement. And that a thought so common and everyday in response to something so uncommon, so wrong and wicked, had crossed him at all was in itself amusing. Which led to the second thing to pierce the air that morning – his laughter. Wolfish, fiendish, terrible laughter.
Oh, today was most certainly going to be a wonderful day.
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