Drawf Tossing

”What did you do that for?” he asked the creature.

To Fred’s surprise, a third head popped out right next to the first. “Belbozzzzzz wazzzzz evillllllll,” it said.

”Oh!” exclaimed Fred. “Good riddance, then I guess. I’m not evil, you know. So I hope you won’t attack me.”

”Attackackackack yoooooooou? Noooooooooooo…” said the Drawf.

Fred relaxed. ”Whew!”

”Killlllllll yooooooooou? Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!” The Drawf charged towards Fred, who nimbly dodged out of the way, ducking into a side passage.

Fred ran like hell down the narrow passage, with the Drawf in close pursuit. Scrambling over a rickety bridge spanning a pool of molten lava, Fred tripped on a loose board. “Down I go!” he muttered in defeat. Luckily, he managed to avoid falling off the bridge, but now the Drawf was before him!

The Drawf brandished one of its throwing blades, still dripping Belboz’s blood. “Preparrrrrrrre tooooooo diiiiiiiiiiiie!” Fred used this opportunity to grab the Drawf and throw it over the side of the bridge. “Noooooooooooooooooooooo!”

1. The Drawf plunges to its death in the lava below.
2. The Drawf manages to grab the bridge as it falls.

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