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. Too late, he realized his
error. The momentum of his flight sent him sprawling, then
tumbling down the hill. He careened into a snowbank in a
fluff of white.
The massive arm of the ogre plunged into the snow,
groped around, then plucked out a struggling Gylar. The
ogre's craggy mouth split like a crack in a tree's bark,
revealing a fairly complete row of sharp teeth as dingy
yellow as the ogre's mottled skin.
*****
Twenty feet away, Marakion leaned against a tree,
listening. A shimmer ran the length of Glint.
The ogre chuckled at the boy as it began to walk home.
"Glad came," the ogre said, with a thick, grating accent.
"Hungry, me. We eat, I and you." The ogre chuckled again,
sounded like someone scraping rough rocks together. "Take
home you to me. Dinner, we have - "
"Not today." Marakion said clearly in the frosty air as the
two walked past the tree he stood behind. The ogre took one
look at Marakion and dropped the boy into the snow with a
snarl.
But Marakion was on the ogre before it could even
raise its arms in defense. Marakion kicked out, struck the
ogre in the knee, swung the Hat end of Glint into the side of
the ogre's head.
The creature went down in a tumble of arms and snow.
Marakion stood ready as the ogre surged onto its feet. It
was calm, imposing.
"Leave, friend. The boy is under my protection. If you
have any wits at all, you'll seek food elsewhere. Surely
catching a deer could not be as much trouble as this little
one will cost you
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