Gladiator Pits. Nothing else ever really hit Ashley with disgust quite like a hundred voices screaming for blood as two guys are forced to pummel one another into the dirt. She'd seen it before, on outworld stations or underdeveloped planets. And each time, it made her feel like throwing up.
And there was Atta, sitting big as you please in the center. Ashely saw the contented grin on his face, the casual pleasure he seemed to be deriving from lording over the 'empire' he'd amassed. Inside her gut, the disgust mixed with an anger. This was the guy who'd tormented Gretchen, instilled such a fear in the Goblin, who'd shown the exact kind of spirit it'd take to one day become a lantern. Atta, who'd taken Sword Breaker, and now Gator to.
"I'm not much for stealth"
kenseido wrote:"I don't see Sword Breaker anywhere, but I do see the remote. Maybe with a distraction Wanderer can sneak up and free Gator while I grab the remote. I should be able to handle his pets... and the dogs too."
Ashely said through clenched teeth "But I can manage a distraction"
The Lantern Didn't wait for a reply, since she had no interest in allowing this atrocity to keep going a second longer, not if she had anything to say about it. She paused only a moment, to gently push Gretchen away, putting the little Goblin somewhere safe, before flaring up her ring, and dove out through the hole, taking flight as she did.
Swooping over the crowd, She fired a thin beam of light which formed a field around the troll as it battled with Gator. With a gesture, she lifted up the ugly ogre, and flung him right at Atta. Hovering over the arena, The Lantern focused her gaze on the Troll King. "Atta, You Glob of Spit! I come down into these tunnels expecting to fight some great and terrible warrior king, and what do I find sitting on the throne? A Swine faced, slack jawed, bug eyed, foul smelling, cantankerous, puss covered, misshapen Oaf!"
The words were said as loud as she could manage, a declaration of war as befitting a solider. Ashley had survived enough drill Sargent to have picked up a trick or to, when it came to laying on the verbal assault. "So Let me tell you whats going to happen now, Atta. First you are going to release Gator here, and my friend, Sword Breaker. Then, you and all your flunkies are going to sit in a Corner and behave yourself till we can figure out a way to scrape all the ugly off your sorry behind and change you back into human beings. Or, if you prefer, you can muster up whatever mass of fatty tissue you call a spine and get your boil covered behind into this arena, so that I can personally hear you beg for my forgiveness after I grind that toxic waste site you call a face into the ground. Or, if you don't like either of those options, you can just sit on your throne like the insufferable blob that you are. In which case, I'll just tear your so-called 'empire' apart and Burn it!"