Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

            A man in golden armor sitting atop a big, black horse moved forward and pointed his sword at the teenagers. “Are you being held against your will?”

            “What will?”

            Willow elbowed the person next to her. “Shut up, Batty. Now’s not the time.”

            “The time for what?”

            “Are you, or aren’t you?” the man glared at them.

            “Nope!” Coope grinned.

            “So you are with him?” the knight exclaimed in outraged surprise.

            “Well, no dip, Sherlock,” Batty crossed her arms, with a ‘duh’ look on her face. The big mob gasped as one and somehow managed to glare even harder. “I think something’s in their eyes,” Batty whispered.

            “How can you be with it?” the man looked at Badr in disgust. The big wolf seemed to be trying to shrink into himself. “Now, you must all die.”

            “Told ya’.”

            “You’re a violent group, aren’t you?” Coope said.

            The man frowned, sheathing his sword. “We do what we have to, to keep us safe,” he stated. The mob nodded in agreement.

            “So by ‘we do what we have to’, you mean beating visitors up and killing them?” Willow asked. One of the giant ogres nodded, blinking his eye, and answered in a deep, grating voice. “Pretty much.”

            “You guys are going to murder us in warm-blood?” Batty asked.

            “You mean cold-blood?”

            “Nope.”

            The knight raised his hand to silence them. Batty looked at him. “Yes?” she asked.

            He frowned at her. “You’re annoying. Shut your mouth.” Her mouth hung open. The man continued. “We are a peaceful group.” River snorted. “We usually do not harm or threaten any by passers or guests.”

            “Somehow, that’s kinda’ hard to believe,” Coope commented.

            The knight ignored him. “We usually do not, unless they have anything to do with the Big Bad Wolf,” he spat out.

            “That sounds a little racist,” Willow said.

            “It doesn’t matter what it sounds like to you. It is our way; and now you beastly bunch must be dealt with,” he stated, sounding final. The mob moved forward, each one of them with evil grins on their faces and varieties of weapons in their hands.

            Badr whimpered and tried to hide behind River to no avail, due to his extra-large size and the boy’s thinner form. “Oh, I knew this would happen. We’re dead, we’re dead, we’re dead.”

            “Hey,” Batty exclaimed, marching forward. “You can’t do this!”  The golden knight unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her face. She paused. “Whoa, that is one big butter knife.”

            “Oh, come on,” River held his hands in front of him and laughed nervously. “Can’t you just spare us this one time?”

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