Maumet the tooth fairy

Another drinling charged the Maumet. The creature caught his war hammer by the haft just below the head and punched him in the face with its free hand. Instantly the Maumet turned a glossy white. The fallen drinling scrambled to his feet, wiping his sleeve against his face. Clutching the captured war hammer, the Maumet backed away so that all the combatants were in front of it, then held still.

Aram had risen, as had the drinling who’d gotten clubbed on the head. The drinling who had received the kick in the side lay motionless on the white sand.

“Did it change to sand?” Drake asked.

“I don’t think so,” Farfalee said. “Right color, wrong texture.”

“Tooth enamel,” Jason realized.

“The Maumet hit Kay in the mouth right when it transformed,” Drake said.

“Tooth enamel!” Farfalee cried, in case those on the beach had not realized.

Chapter 12