The Gravity of the Situation (Loot Sisters #20)

“It’s the Loot Sisters!” the goblin on the left laughs, an olive-studded toothpick clenched between his teeth. “Should we baptize them with fire?” A spurt of fire shoots from the flame thrower he’s holding.

Erd, looking cranky, hefts his rocket launcher. “You should know when to give up!”

Rach points her sword at him. “Drop your weapons!”

I brush the hilt of my dagger, calculating the distance.

“So, I’m not limited to bombs now?” Felicia asks, tentative. "Hold on to your hats, gals!" A rustle, click, then the unwelcome sensation of my stomach twisting.

“Felicia, what–?”

Gravity fails.

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The 20th installment of Loot Sisters, my dungeon crawler story. Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were baptise, olive, and tentative.

Previous episodes in order include Dungeon Crawl (1), A Matter of Trust (2), Thank You, Erd (3), Questing for Quests (4), To Hunt for Loot (5), Divining a Direction (6), It’s Safer to Rent a Unicorn (7), Thirsty (8), Weaponized Coffee (9), A Casual Distraction (10), Pity Pudding (11), The Risk of Letting Things Go (12), By Curse or Fire (13), Some Like it Hot (14), In Pursuit of Violence (15), Tough Luck (16), Blame It On the Nun (17), Smoked Pineapple (18), and Sweet Scented Chaos (19)