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But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened — as the timid little sell-side negotiator stood, wide-eyed, the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. Eventually it faded away to a dispersing vapour. “Oh — oh ''dear''.” The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed, defenceless out there in front of her ramparts, beyond the safety of her city walls, as, from the darkened forest, monstrous buyside warriors swaggered towards her. | But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened — as the timid little sell-side negotiator stood, wide-eyed, the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. Eventually it faded away to a dispersing vapour. “Oh — oh ''dear''.” The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed, defenceless out there in front of her ramparts, beyond the safety of her city walls, as, from the darkened forest, monstrous buyside warriors swaggered towards her. | ||
“Expecto — | “Expecto — ''oh'' – ahh” | ||
Expecto what? | |||
“Um — ah — nothing,” she said, in a voice that was all the more frightful for its meek insignificance. | |||
“Trouble us nae with thy amateur hokey pokey!” The nearest one roared. “Yi’ll nae stop the mighty hedgers wi’ a weedy concoction like ''tha’''. Now let’s take that harmless wee lockie and put it back taegither, and we shall pretend this did no’ happen, aye?” | |||
But where the sell-sider had been was a curlicue of disturbed dust. | And with that, the ogre scooped up the damp fragments at the negotiator’s feet and, in a demonstration of power altogether more terrifying than anything one could do with a broadsword, he waved his great, meaty fingers over the shreds on the palm of his great hand ''and they magically knitted themselves back together''. | ||
The warrior leveled his great, green eyes to regard the negotiator. “Now, my young friend. What was ye saying about ye standing for nae lockup?” | |||
But where the little sell-sider had been was a curlicue of disturbed dust. | |||
“Come, on Bill,” he said, “our work here is done.” | |||
But the work was not done. Bill looked around nervously, and knew even then that they would be lucky to see out the night. | |||
The colossal trebuchets imploded. A great wind flattened the buy-side encampments. Sigils burned. The mercenary forces of the [[Dark Lord]] scattered to the four corners of the earth. | The colossal trebuchets imploded. A great wind flattened the buy-side encampments. Sigils burned. The mercenary forces of the [[Dark Lord]] scattered to the four corners of the earth. | ||