Sorry, no Bodhran people yet.
Munch is quite different than what anyone is supposed to expect.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
Abe didn’t know how much pain Mudokons could take before they died; he’d seen his people be crushed by falling rocks, toppling off cliffs, shot by Sligs, but he had no proper scientific way of measuring their pain level. All he knew was that he was approaching his breaking point.
The being who should have been his friend stood over him, face twisted into a grotesque imitation of a smile, lightning pouring from his fingertips into the bodies of Abe and Stranger. Unable to control his limbs, they spasmed widly from the electricity filling his body.
“You need to know the meaning of pain,” Munch hissed at him. “Only once you understand pain will you understand the Dark!”
Abe couldn’t talk. Couldn’t resist. Couldn’t even think—
And then Munch was saying “What the—” and with a flash of non-pain that made Abe’s day, the lightning ceased.
He would have loved to lay back and enjoy the feeling of not being fried, but since he was a warrior, he rolled over and came back up to his knees. Jake stood there, swinging his shaman staff like a club to beat out at Munch. The Gabbit, not suspecting the sudden attack, took a blow across the head and went flying backward, toward the edge of the palace roof.
Abe moved forward, as did Stranger and Jake. The Gabbit was already coming back up to his foot—
But as he landed, a huge Steef fist smacked Munch across the jaw, throwing him back down again. Munch hit the edge, rolled off, and managed to grab at the edge with his fingers.
Abe stood there, petrified with partial shock. Munch was there, in a vulnerable point, able to be knocked down off the palace roof to fall and hit the ground hundreds of feet below—
But for some reason, he couldn’t move. Wouldn’t move. Some part of himself restrained him from moving forward and striking Munch.
That was when he discovered something strange: despite everything Munch had done for the Dark, despite all the pain and suffering the Gabbit had caused, Abe still loved him.
Stranger, though, a creature of vengeance, was not bound by friendship. He stepped forward and brought one huge fist slamming down on Munch’s fingers.
The Gabbit smiled, despite the snapping sound that came from his fingers, and Jake’s grunt of pity—
Munch said “Goodbye”—
And then dropped.
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