WHY NOT?
“You can't kill them all!” Marie DuLac yelled at Sion. “Why Not? It's easy enough!” He replied, grinning somewhat maniacally as he swung the Bec de Corbin like a golf club. Another goblin squelched with a squishy wet noise as it tumbled aside to fall back from the window, off of the glowing path.
Two goblins tried to shoulder their way through the broken window. Sion hit them with a back swing impaling both goblins heads together on the Spike of the long hafted war hammer. “See! It's easy!”
Marie rolled her eyes. “ You're just showing off now!” “Yes I am! Impressed yet?” Sion replied as he braced the crushed, spiked goblin noggins against his bare foot and wrenched the Ravens beak free.
Have you ever dropped a cantaloupe from a ninth floor balcony onto a Subaru? The Bec de Corbin made the same noise as it broke free, then smashed into the closet door.
“Oooops, sorry ‘bout your door.” Sion tried wrenching the war hammer free, but it was stuck. More goblins were busily trying to climb through the window. No time to free the war hammer, Sion snatched up a random golf club, which didn't hold up so well against rock like goblin heads. It bent easily, though it gave Sion time and room to grab his Sword that had been leaning casually against the wall. A goblin latched ahold of the scabbard. Sion leaned towards the goblin, pushing the goblin back out of the window. The goblin held tightly as it fell back, taking the scabbard with it as it fell into the darkness.
Sion quickly slashed side to side, poked, and cut two more down. “Enough!!” Roared out behind Sion. A volley of water balloons splashed as they broke open on Sion, from behind. More followed. Goblins screamed outside the window, salt water stung Sions eyes. An audible pop and plop and sizzling sound arose from outside the window. The rotten egg stench and hot breeze abruptly stopped.
Sion stuck his head out of the open window. The glowing path was gone and the light devouring darkness as well. Bright moonlight cast moon shadows from the cherry trees and hedges. There was no sign of the goblin horde save some splattered goblin goo splashed on the window sill and wall.
Father Michael and Marie stood ready, poised to hurl more water balloons. “What's in those?” Sion asked wiping at his irritated eyes. “ Holy water and salt water” the short priest replied.
“Hmmm” Sion murmured to himself eying the casually dressed priest. Father Michael, short, shaggy hair and beard, and roundish shape reminded Sion of a small bear.
Thoughts of Pooh bear came first, until the good father spoke.
He sounded just like Baloo from the Jungle book cartoon. Sion smiled as thoughts of father Michael singing “just the bear necessities” came to mind. “Good idea with the Holy hand grenades father! Are they from Antioch by chance?” Father Michael blinked, confused. Sion suppressed his threatening grin managing to wrestle it into a wry look.
Marie du Lac’s daughters sat huddled together on the top bed of the bunk bed. They stared wide eyed at Sion while he wiped down his weapons. The three girls had witnessed the entire demented excursion into the weirdness. Luckily the splattered Goblin goo had remained outside except those splattered bits that were clinging to Sion.
“Well ma'am, it is fate accom plie with a side of Fresh goblin pie.” Sion gestured at the broken window. Marie was not amused. Sion sauntered out of the room, sword and war hammer slung over his shoulder, singing softly to himself.
“ Just the, Bear necessities, the simple bear necessities, the bear necessities of life.” The song morphed into an Army cadence as he headed out the front door into the early predawn. “ Gory gory what a helluva a way to die…”
