But Bad things do

Bertram eyed the little creatures warily. They seemed harmless enough, but he wasn’t quite certain he trusted them. He wasn’t even sure what they were. He glanced over his shoulder at Keenan and said, “What do you think?”

Keenan gasped and said, “Down!”

He didn’t stop to think, he simply dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way. He was coming to his knees when he saw why Keenan had shouted the warning. The creatures were suddenly far less cute and innocent in appearance.

“What are they?” Bertram said, drawing his staff and dancing back out of the way of an enormous claw.

Keenan shook his head. “Trouble,” he breathed. He bounced forward and they were fighting back-to-back against them. “Why can’t these things ever be alone?”

“That’d be too easy,” Bertram quipped. He got his staff up in time to block an attack. As he deflected it, he sighed in frustration. Heaven knew, these things could never be easy.