Mo lifted the gnome up a few inches by its ear and reached down to capture its foot with his other hand. The poor creature was wriggling like a carp on a fishing line, but Mo quashed down any pity he felt over the situation. It was pretty easy, actually, once the gnome tried to take a huge bite out of his leg. All warm and fuzzy feelings were gone.

He hefted the gnome out and away from his body and gave it a shake. "You're going over the fence. Sorry, mate." Mo looked for a clear spot to spin and toss the creature... especially because he didn't want anyone else to get that nasty bite the gnome was saving up for him.