Toot kills assassin beast

Within minutes, the effects could be seen. Clouds of determined Little Folk, too small to fight individually, would zip around darting assassin squid in little swarms, creating streaks of light across the sky. When the first one was sighted, Toot himself zipped out with his lance gripped tight, Lacuna on his wing. Within a moment, the pair of them flew a dead squid back to the roof and dropped it proudly at my feet. Their armor and lances were stained with ichor, their little faces satisfied and proud. “Like that?” Toot asked.
“Good work, General,” I said firmly. “Carry on until we’ve driven them all away or the battle is lost.”
“We will not lose the pizza,” Toot-Toot said grimly.
Lacuna sighed.
Then the pair of them zipped off into the night.

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