Twinks in Space: Fantastic Voyage - Part Two - 65. Chapter 65 - Stealth

It was night.

Fonith was armed with her long-range precision blaster, and she was positioned on the roof of a four-story building with a view of the godstrolls’ nest.

Lyoth was on the ground below her. His standard sword was in his hand, and the unworldly black blade was in its sheath and strapped to his back. He approached the building where the trio of monsters had built their lair.

Through the scope of Fonith’s rifle, she could see the three godstrolls, but one of them was mostly hidden from view; only its feet were visible to her. She focused the crosshairs of her weapon on one of the other two sleeping beasts, and she waited.

Lyoth entered the decrepit warehouse through a hole in one of its walls. Inside the crumbling structure, he could hear the three godstrolls breathing deeply in their sleep. The heart of their lair was before him. Broken masonry and twisted steel had been piled together to form a semicircle around where they slept. The monsters had clearly been using the area as their home for some time. Rotting meat was scattered everywhere from whatever animal or person they had recently eaten, and the air was foul. Lyoth clenched his guts to steady himself.

Up above him, Fonith was patient. She had lost sight of her fellow warrior, but she knew which godstroll was his target. With a sudden jolt, she watched the hidden monster’s feet flail with a few jerky kicks. The toes curled and released, and the beast fell still.

Lyoth had stabbed the monster in its unique brain, and it was now dead, but his action had awakened the other two giants.

“Between the eyes,” Fonith whispered to herself, and as the godstrolls both sat up in alarm, Fonith fired. Her aim was true. The forehead of one beast caved in, and the back of its head burst. It dropped dead, and through her scope, Fonith watched Lyoth, now armed with the black blade, as he thrust the brutal weapon into the other monster’s hideous face. The sword made contact and penetrated the final godstroll’s head, and Fonith was shocked by the enormous chunk of bone and brain the weapon consumed.

Lyoth looked at the three dead giants, and he turned to where he knew Fonith was positioned. He waved that all was clear.

He was in the middle of collecting the blood from the first body as Fonith entered the building, but she was hit by the putrid stench, and she gagged and staggered backward.

Lyoth called out, “I can handle it! You don’t need to come in here.”

Fonith waited outside the building, and after several minutes, Lyoth brought out forty-one liters of godstroll blood.

“We did it,” he declared. “This should put us over one-hundred liters.”