Winged: ...And Then, the Police Arrived

"Winged Victory, be swift to my side that we might drown my enemies in rivers of my sweat, and oceans of their blood." The prayer was whispered under my breath as I drew my sword from the depths of its tight-fitting scabbard. I was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with my companions outside of the monster's lair.

It was all I could do to keep my teeth from chattering at the sight of the bits of fur and bones that were scattered across the landscape outside the beast's cave. "The bones, man, lookit the BONES!" screamed one of my companions, the scales of his lobster gauntlet clacking with his own fearful tremble.

I cast my eye upon our glorious leader as he called forth our ancient and battle-scarred holy avenger. The wizened old man with his funny hat like a horned and mutated aberration of a human skull, spoke in an ancient -- and rather silly -- incantation that tripped his tongue at several points.

Several grown men, armored in fine steel, made space for our leader, the King Himself, to launch the projectile at the vile predator that had taken to the throat of my beloved companion!

The explosion was deafening, the smoke cloud grotesque. What happened next was petrifying, an otherworldly nightmare as, from seemingly nowhere all at once, the police arrived and arrested us all for the murder of some man several scenes back!