A troubled Tobias bethought humour might lift the moment. He pointed to his own stout frame and then idled up beside one of the bulbous creatures that was rocking side to side on the spot, agitated.
“Step back”, quietly spoke Francis, who pushed him aside - and taking his cross from his own neck planted it onto the crown of the elephant central to the tusks. The animal screamed, turned black as pit, and dropped to the ground.
Happleganger gasped, “What have you done! You have cost us irreplaceably!” He scowled a hellish scowl.
Francis noted that the imp was now upon the man’s shoulder making faces at him. Its wiry hands were plucking at the grey greasy hairs, provoking Happleganger, unconsciously, all the more.
Murmur and Tobias could see that this was not going well.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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