Toot dodges and tackles Gremlins

The Castle had been built for defense from the ground up. There were no staircases that stretched longer than a single floor. Invaders would have to take one staircase, fight their way the length of the Castle to the next, and so on. I shot down darkened corridors and up close-fit spiral staircases to the passage to the roof—and found it occupied by the enemy.
I had but an instant’s warning before a shower of darts slithered through the air I would have been flying in, if I hadn’t moved, and something greenish and covered in warty scales flew toward me. I banked and struck with all the power I could put behind my sword and felt the blade bite deep. There was a buzzy shriek, and the creature fell away from me.
“Taste steel, villain!” I howled, dodged more flung darts, and landed on the shoulder of a suit of armor, careful to avoid touching the Bane with my flesh, and took stock of the situation while crouched behind the helmet.
A carpet of creatures the size of sewer rats poured down the staircase from the roof. They were all of the same general caste but varied from one to the next—humanoids, covered in that leathery greenish skin, with flopping ears and oversized hands and feet. The features were exaggerated to various degrees of ridiculousness, but each one of them had the same sharp, vicious teeth, and the same sickly golden reptilian eyes. They wore armor, much as my Guard did, carried weapons and equipment—and I knew them, as they were an ancient foe of my folk.
“Gremlins most foul!” I shouted.


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