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“Where is she?” the Slayer growled through gritted teeth, his one eye blazing with cold fury. The man, by all accounts a positively sly-looking specimen, wriggled in the dwarf’s vice-like grip.

“Kiss my pimply buttock,” he said.

The Slayer’s eye widened and he drew the other closer. “Say that again maggot, if you dare.”

“Hard of hearing, are you? Go fondle a snotling!” he spat at the face of the infuriated dwarf. The Slayer roared, dropping the other before grabbing his ankle and dragging him, kicking and cursing, across the rocky ground, eventually lifting him into the air and holding him out at arm’s length over the cliff edge. The man yelped and renewed his writhing.

“Your loyalty to your master is noted, rodent, but it's not the most important thing in your life right now. But what is important is gravity,” the Slayer revealed a broken-toothed grin. It was not reassuring. “I have to remind you, Rudi, this is my weak arm.”

“You can't kill me! You need me to find the girl!” Rudi squealed. “She’s in the ruins atop the hill, on the other side of the marshes. Let me go and I'll take you there!”

“No, you won't.”

“Why not?!” The scrawny man squirmed in desperation, but it was futile.

“Because I already know where that hill is,” the burly Slayer responded matter-of-factly. He appeared to ruminate for a moment before reaching a conclusion. “Remember back in Hasselhoffen I promised to kill you last?”

A look of hopeful relief formed on Rudi’s face and he nodded enthusiastically; a most unusual gesture considering he was hanging upside down from the dwarf’s meaty fist. “That's right, Herr Slayer. You did!”

“I lied.” The Slayer released his grip and Rudi plummeted, arms flailing in an abortive and somewhat comical attempt to resist the force of gravity.

There was a long “Aaaaaah!” followed a few moments later by a small and distant splat.

The Slayer gave a satisfied grunt, brushed his big hands together and trudged off behind the rocks to find his travelling companion. After a short while he rounded a large boulder and saw his fellow adventurer attempting to light a camp fire. The other looked up from his task and raised an eyebrow.

“What did you do with Rudi?” he asked.

The dwarf shrugged. “I let him go.”