“Haven’t seen vexflayers in fifty-seven years!” I exclaimed in shock.
“You mean you’ve killed these things before?” Jethro excitedly asked.
“Yeah, but it was a scorpling. It was only about four feet tall.”
“Only?!” Arthur asked in horror.
The scorpion let out an ear-splitting shriek, and I felt terror flood my body. An adult vexflayer has enough venom in its stinger to kill five-hundred men. Getting stung was out of the question.
That’s when I had an idea. Not a particularly good one, but an idea nonetheless.
“Stay here. I have a terrible idea!” I called out to Arthur and Jethro as I grabbed my scythe and ran towards the beast.
“Is he mad?” Jethro called out behind me in disbelief.
Perhaps I am.
“Hey, ugly!” I called out to the scorpion. I needed to get its attention off A
