Part One Hundred Four
Lizard Guys Have Tough Skin "Hey Harry. A
little help over here," said Dade. Which meant a lot of help
over here if he was still defining little like he did earlier. Which
he probably was. Rocko rolled his eyes as Turf's Big Sword bounced
off the Lizard Guy's armor and skin (which was like more armor).
"Oh shit," crapped Turf. "Sorry,
Lizard Guy. Just kidding, you know?" Corky jumped out from
behind Turf and hacked up the Lizard Guy with his Short Sword.
"Hey! Corky! Look out!" protected Turf.
The Lizard Guy turned to attack Corky since it looked like he was
the biggest threat of the bunch.
"Good job, Corky!" said Rocko who liked
the way Corky lured the Lizard Guy into attacking him. Turf, trying
to protect Corky, bounced his Big Sword off the Lizard Guy's skin
again.
"I attack with my most blunt mace,"
preclaimed Rocko. His mace bounced off the Lizard Guy's skin too.
"Darn. Should we, uhm, run away?"
"No, Corky can hurt it," pep talked Turf.
"I can't let Corky have the last shot on it."
"Well, at least let us in the room so we can
all try to hurt it," shoved Dade.
"I've go no Magick left which means I am now
rendered pretty much useless," admitted Harry, coming to terms
with his uselessness.
105. Turf Saves The Day
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