"We're okay!" Webber calls back. The sting was painful and startling, but they know what serious injuries feel like and this isn't it. The bleeding's already stopped. Another fly zips chaotically around them and they miss it with the spike a few times before it connects, then take the opportunity to hit the stunned and leaky fly a second time and bring it to the ground for good.
The Lord of the Fruit Flies looks at Maxwell, sizing him up with its compound eyes. Like he's a jester in its court of rotten fruit and thorn-choked vegetables. And then it turns away, whispering poison into the ears of corn he painstakingly planted. Its eyes crinkle with malevolent delight. Then it goes at him with the stinger.
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Date: 2023-06-26 07:05 pm (UTC)The Lord of the Fruit Flies looks at Maxwell, sizing him up with its compound eyes. Like he's a jester in its court of rotten fruit and thorn-choked vegetables. And then it turns away, whispering poison into the ears of corn he painstakingly planted. Its eyes crinkle with malevolent delight. Then it goes at him with the stinger.