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Things were not looking particularly up for Goodbid. He had affectively lost the fight until Lester showed up and started it up again, but now his back is -both metaphorically and physically- to the wall as the one of the four changelings people floating around start towards him.
“You fucked with the wrong group,” she whispers. Even though she is several feet away, it rings clearly through his head, pain immediately following in a white hot flare.
His thoughts immediately scatter, leaving only one thing in Goodbid’s head. "Run.”
His feet are moving before he is conscious of it as he takes off forward, to escape the floating demon. Forward happens to be directly into the frog, but Goodbid could not physically care less.
“Damn witch put demons in my head!” He shrieks as he swings himself to hide behind Glib, who stares at him dumbly.
“Yeah, but why the hell are you hiding behind me?!” Glib snaps turning to look at him while S.G. begins laughing hysterically.
“Glib, Glib, its because he doesn’t see you as an actual threat!” She mocks.
“Oh, that’s it, I’m drinking you, fucker,” Glib growls. He reaches to grab Goodbid’s jacket only for Lester to grumble something before breaking a teleport crystal.