Page 80 of Game on Askole

I grimaced. The Yagga stank to high heaven. They usually had two things on their minds. Getting soused and sex.

“I have two penises.”

“And I have a laser pistol.”I pressed it against the Yagga’s crotch.“Leave.”

“The lady warrior has spoken.”Adan wrapped a tentacle around the Yagga’s neck and threw him toward the blast doors. The doors opened, revealing an enormous Askole warrior.

Thunk!The Yagga slammed into the warrior.

Without taking his gaze off me, the Askole hurled the Yagga over his shoulder and stalked toward me.

An intense prickly sensation swept through my head as my internal radar went on red alert.“I’d say that Askole has murder on his mind.”

“He is a bounty hunter,”Adan agreed.

“Guess he heard about the two million bounty on my head.”

The warrior drew his weapon.

Starting a shooting match was out of the question, so I settled for mentally grabbing his balls and squeezing as hard as I could.

The Askole dropped like a rock and curled into the fetal position.

Huh? The Askole warrior was a wuss and whimpering like a little girl. Tihar would never act like a big baby.

Knock-Knock stunned the bounty hunter and relieved him of his weapons.

A big, hairy Bjarke wearing battle armor walked into the tavern.

Crap. He had his long purple hair in war braids.“Think he’s a hunter too?”

“Yes.”

The Bjarke pulled his sword, bellowed an ear-shattering battle cry, and rushed me.

The Goddess must have a sense of humor. Three seconds into his charge, a Hus Ping male stepped directly in his path.Bam!They collided.

The Bjarke flew back and landed on a table, spilling the drinks of a party of Prithvi. Their antennas quivered wildly, and the funky bristles on their heads stood straight out. The multi-armed bug thingies reared up on their sticklike legs, and their hair literally exploded, spewing quills at the Bjarke.

Thop. Thop. Thop. Thop. Thop. Thop. Thop.The Bjarke looked as if he had a run-in with a porcupine. Ugly blisters formed over the warrior’s face, his eyes rolled back in his head, and down he went.

Damn. That had to hurt.

The Hus Ping made a hasty exit.

At the same time, the horny Yagga and ten of his friends entered the tavern.

“Oh, hell. I’ll sneak out the back door.”

“More hunters are preparing to breach the rear door,”Adan announced gleefully.

Why was he so happy about it?

Boom!The building shuddered. A swarm of three-foot-long cockroaches with way too many legs scurried into the room followed by four males covered in head-to-toe red battle armor.

Ah. How sweet. The Legionnaires brought their little friends with them. I leaned toward Adan.“They’re actually good dancers, but suck at fighting.”

Adan’s eyestalks swiveled to watch the warriors rhythmically pound their feet against the floor.

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