Ah, but this was one of the earlier ones, wasn't it? Was it?
"Fiend! You'll pay for what you did to the dragons! And the dwarves! And the halflings! And the northern elves! And all those innocent baby seals. And…"
Her master chuckles. "Please, if you start listing everyone I've wiped out, you loud-mouthed halfling, you'll be here until you die."
A blur of motion. She is flung out imperiously, and she moans in joy as the dark energy courses through her.
"Well, I say 'halfling', but she's really more of a quarterling now," her master says drily. "Oh, I'm sorry? Was I meant to hold off the killing spells while I waited for you to finish posturing? Incidentally, the elf with the bow might want to get ready to cast his charming little Counter spell, because I could do it any moment like… now!"
She is thrown out imperiously again, but the energy which passes through her is weak, pathetic, shaky. A feint. She hears a thunderous detonation, and something warm and wet hits her.
"Goodness gracious me. It's almost like the Firstborn filth among you can't trust the spirits in my territory. You think to draw upon them? To have them protect you? From me, when I let them suckle on the power I give freely to them and ask nothing in return? Ha ha. And… oh, my."
She feels the pulsing shudder of her master's laughter, and hears the scream and the tearing of flesh.
"Oh dearie, dearie me. And there goes the dwarf. Looks like someone drank from the Fountain of Immortality outside. It does exactly what it says, you know; his flesh is now immortal – and reproducing out of control. You fools – I never thought anyone would actually fall for that. Who do you think will die next? The other elf, who doesn't have a drop of magic to use which doesn't rely on calling on my spirits? I offered you a peace treaty, Sasha; you could have said yes, and bought a hundred years or so while I finished wiping out the dwarves. Maybe the dragon, who's already dying from the toxins ravaging his system? Or your little pet Markay wizard? I wonder how all his brains would look on the outside?"
She is raised into the air, and she lets out her cry.
"Why, I think I'll just swarm you with minions."
