CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The Bringer of Pain smiled coldly to himself as he walked, hands folded behind his back in what he figured was an imperial manner. His unusual manner of walking – if walking it could be called – made it almost awkward to move with his hands behind his back, but he was a powerful being, and because of the way he went armed to his razor-sharp teeth no one would dare to laugh at him, or he would rip their guts out.
It was so simple, this plan of his. He simply had to draw all the opposing parties into a box from which they could not escape, and they would all get rid of each other.
He had seen them all: Abe and his Marching Mudokons – ironically, they were mounted on Elums – along with Urchyn McAvi the Wolvark hunter, and Lord Fragg with his Slig army. All were against all. The Bringer of Pain figured that if he brought them into close quarters with each other, he could get rid of a lot of them.
But not Abe. Abe was much too powerful to be exterminated by Lord Fragg and Urchyn McAvi. But this was too good of an opportunity to miss, to show just how powerful he was.
He moved into the box canyon…and saw his victim.
A Grubb was walking about, picking daisies and adding them to his growing pile of picked flowers, seemingly without a care in the world. He would make the perfect being to get rid of.
The Bringer of Pain drew his Blitz Packer and fired four shots. One went in the Grubb’s heat, the second and third through his eyes, and the fourth in and out of his forehead. The stupid naturalist creature crashed face-first to the ground without a sound.
The Bringer of Pain took great pleasure at the way the sound of the shots reverberated around the box canyon. It would bring the trapped beings to this place, where they would all die.
He knew the other beings would be very close now; he hurried forward and holstered his Blitz Packer, pulling out a cutting knife from his vast supply of weapons. He crouched down beside the dead Grubb and slit letters through the creature’s body.
the bringer of pain was here
He turned and left the scene at a pace that might have seemed frightened, if it had not been intentional. Fragg and the others would fall into the trap…and they would pay for it.
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