"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! D-d-don’t k-ill me I swear I’ll give you whatev-Whatever you want!" The green-clad cretin begged and squealed for its life sobbing with eyes wider than the Owlins.

Clint roars at the pipsqueak heaving with exertion and shoves the point of his bright shining sword highlighting his demonic helm.

"I swear! Spare me and I’ll grant you a wish in exchange for my life. Please!"

Clint stares at the pleading, almost childlike humanoid, then looks up at Vaynel who shrugs.

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Clint grunts in frustration "...Dulak." The light stops shining overhead and the helm returns to a dark red slits

“And make sure that one doesn’t eat me” The small-handed points at the face of the Owlin.

“If you don’t can it. I’ll chop you up and eat you myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare! I am all string and bones."

“Let’s tie him up.”

“Huh? Wait? What? Unhand me you ogre. You pig-faced orc. Ah! That’s! Too! Tight!”