Rolal stabs downwards once more, and his blade connects solidly with the beast's head. Inspired by his move, the enlarges Tristan is able to snake his own sword through and cut a deep gash in the Grick's neck. The creature falls limply from the wall and down to the spheres below with a rather muffled clanking.

The laughter cuts off in what can only be described as a pout, and the figure of a young boy materializes in the middle of the bridge, looking slightly transparent, and floating slightly above the surface. He ***** his head, with something between a smile and a sneer on his face, as he stares intently at the three.