Chapter
22 - Crunchy Confectionery that Kills
Janboe leapt from Wendy’s back; sailing through the
air like a diminutive suicidal comet plunging into the sun. His drop from the
colossal bovine beast’s back had been considerable, and he hit the floor with a
resounding thump; finally arresting his rolling momentum by going headfirst
through a display stand for alchemical components. He had just enough time to
catch a glimpse of the angry horde of Butt-Goblin head-hunters that were
swarming through the gap where the wall had once been before he slipped into
unconsciousness.
……………………..
“Eat my biscuits!” Bellowed Bungo; the throaty roar
eliciting both terror and confusion from his adversaries as he jammed a fistful
of crunchy confectionery down the throat of his would be attacker. He followed
this unconventional attack with a swift kick that sent the unfortunate creature
spiralling back down the home-baking aisle; before crashing headlong into a gang
of charging Butt-Goblins.
Choking and spluttering in dazed confusion; the bruised
beasts didn’t even have time to draw breath before Bungo was amongst them. The
world seemed to go into slow motion as Bungo’s mighty fist collided with a
goblin’s unprepared face. There was a sickening crunch as its cranium imploded
and the goblin’s brain burst from the back of his head and splatted wetly on
the opposite wall like a damp ball of snot. The whole scene was lent an air of
both hilarity and depravity when to the horror of the onlooking goblins, the
brain-ball oozed its way onto the already roaring grill of a display barbecue
and burst into flames.
The finest warriors of Turdmondaz turned tail and
fled in abject horror; their simian brains entirely unprepared for the heroic
might of the unshackled barbarian. Unwilling to give up so easily, Bungo
grabbed a straggler and drove him buttocks first into his armoured
crotch-plate; splattering the poor creature into a grotesque
chunky-cheese-omelette of death.
“Excelsior!” The barbarian leapt atop a potion
display stand; gyrating menacingly at the remaining miscreants as they
scampered out the door of the Adventure Mart. They looked back in terror, only
to see Bungo as he pointed towards the barbecue again and rubbed his herculean
six-pack hungrily. It wasn’t until he started to motion the next phase of their
potential trip through his small intestine that several more goblins died of
sheer terror.
Suddenly, all went quiet. Even the Butt-Goblin that had
been dying a slow death choking on biscuity crumbs was suddenly dumbstruck in
mute awe as a colossal dark shadow fell across the otherwise well-lit adventure
mart.
“The … the champion of…of … Turdmondaz” The creature
rasped the words with its last ragged breath, dying with a smile on its twisted
lips.
“I challenge you” the voice that issued forth from
the shadow was strong, yet clear and held with it the power of wisdom and
certain victory. Bungo looked up towards the door which swung inwards perfectly
on cue; revealing the colossally armoured form of his new adversary silhouetted
against the light of the setting sun.
