Innsmouth: What the hell are you doing here, you brat?!
Elfilin: Helping these four out.
Innsmouth: If you really want to help them, you'd best leave. Or else I'll kill them!
Elfilin: Uh...you were literally about to do that to Ms. Froggy over there. I think it's pretty obvious that you're going to kill them, regardless of what I do.
Innsmouth:...Aw nuts. I thought that would work.
Elfilin: I may be a kid, but I'm not stupid. Now let them go and turn yourself in. Or else I'll have to use force!
Innsmouth: Go ahead and try, wimp!
Innsmouth shoots out ink from his mouth. But Elfilin dodges this with ease.
Elfilin: We're you just trying to blind me or something? Did that spear I shot at you not do much? Fine then! I'll give you some more!
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Elfilin shoots spear after spear after spear. Innsmouth dodges them, but barely. He then grabs Elfilin and starts to squeeze him.
Innsmouth: You should have run away kid. Now you will die.
Elfilin: Ghh! I don't think so!
Elfilin then summons a spear that is his exact size.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Elfilin then stabs Innsmouth's arm.
Innsmouth: Gah! You brat!!!
Innsmouth drops him and Elfilin flies upwards.
Elfilin: Please tell me you have any other insults. This whole "brat" thing is getting pretty old.
Innsmouth shoots out more ink, but Elfilin dodges with ease.
Elfillin: Come on man! You know what? Do you like rocks?
