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Merlin’s holy socks! The things were advancing! Max heard the growls get louder, and it was his only clue that the chorts were now onto them! The architect had a split second to think about the agreement that the Creatures Head had with the acromantulas. Why can’t they use them as baits? Or some sort of diversion? It’ll be easier to capture the chorts.
But then again, what does he know about creature love? His mind wandered to his other nephew studying dragons, imagining him to be love-struck with those beasts.
Anyhow, Max quickly and swiftly got his wand out and trained his eyes onto one of the pair of claws and horns that caught light. How deep were they in the forest anyway? Max finally found a clear shot, and without a word, pointed his wand towards the middle of the horns and claws. Did they know he was fast? Non-verbally, he muttered the word ‘Incarcerous!’ in his head and a single, but thick rope erupted from the tip of his wand.
What were the other adults thinking muttering the incantation? Those chorts were smart…and if they can hear even their whispering then they would have given the dark creatures a chance to evade the ropes.
Ah well. ‘To each his own’ they say.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |