I could hear Arno having trouble in the thing’s throat, so I ignored the breeder and darted for the still-confused and somewhat thrashing pastry-looking beast, running up the creature’s torso to grab Arno’s feet and yank him free. Just then, I heard some creature’s flat feet slap against the floor, so I used the weapon I had in my hands (Arno), and swung him around. He screamed. But he performed as intended when he hit the oncoming goblin with a wet thwack. The goblin flew off Arno and flailed through the air until it sank back into the goblin breeder. “Sorry,” I shouted, hauling Arno to me
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Man, I freaking love this series.
