The Knight, the Barbarian, and the Saber-toothed Demon

"Uh, I... well, you see, um..." said Fred too stunned to say anything intelligent.

"Well, I'm just going to have to report you," said the demon. "This is a level restricted environment, ya'know. And you definitely don't look like a level thirteen kinda guy."

Fred still said nothing, he just stared at all the tiny humans clinging for dear life from the long fangs of this odd demon. It's face was more like that of a cat, a rather large cat - with its six inch fangs growing from its top gums and hanging well outside of its snoutish mouth. Its nose was more a snoz and it has violet whiskers growing from out of its black-fleshed nostrils. Then Velus appeared from around the corner (he had been looking for a restroom since finding himself in this strange administration center). He was still battered and bruised from the mornings onslaught, he was still confused as to what happened after the Dragon said All of you will be my sl--, and he still needed to pee... badly.

"Oh, lookie, a little dog!" said the demon (a few of the tiny humans lost their handhold and fell to the floor, the sabertoothed-demon immediately squished them with his cloven foot). "Wait a minute," said the demon. "I recognize you, yes, you are the Barbarian who gave some whuppass back in the arena this morning!"

Fred still stared at the feline monster, although he now kept wondering how he even got to where he was; the last he remembered was sitting in the stands of said arena enjoying mead and popped corn.

1. Fred keeps staring at the demon's teeth
2. Velus attacks the demon
3. The demon-thinge on the other side of the cubicle suddenly yells, "Damn you and your insignificant other sick leave, I need those TP reports!!!"

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