….you take the big killy, nasty-looking ones.
Why are the Elite Demons just standing in a warehouse instead of looking for Luci?
They were regrouping, I guess.
Well that’s one way of doing it
I imagine Addy had some part to play in that, Ember.
“I’ll take the small one.” Hah!
Okay… if it moves, hit it.
If it don’t moves, hit it any
ways just in case it decides
Commander: “Men, you may fire at will!”
Grunt “Sir, which one is Will?”
Wait, I’m confused. I thought they were working together?
They are working together… by leading the different Elite groups to each other, and into a fight, they’re distracting both sides from trying to track down Luci while the Imps try to figure things out.
Well, TessandraFae, each one told their elites that they knew where to find the opposing elites, and being macho jerks like all “elite” guys, they’re spoiling to fight each other to determine the relative sizes of their units. Thus are the elites distracted and the day saved.
Cut to: The two girls taking refreshment out on the roof. Sounds of carnage from the
door to the stairwell. Last panel, ominous silence, with the girls clinking their glass
and tea-cup together.
When demons curse, do they say “what the Heaven”?
Elihion, your first post sounds like my terrier mutt.
If it moves, bite it. If it doesn’t move, bark at it until it moves; then bite it.
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